Kelvin settled on his sofa with a glass of whiskey in his hand. His face paled with frustration and anger as he stared at the drame on the TV, even though he wasn't watching. “What exactly does he want? Son of a bitch!" He lamented, thinking about the General. Everything was becoming darker as each day passed by. He had thought that with time he would be able to uncover some secrets, but months had passed, and yet nothing.It's always the same thing over and over again. He thought about when the General talked about failing to correct a mistake. Could he be directing it at him or his family? If the General was indirectly talking about his family, then does that mean he knows what Mark had on his family? These thoughts occupied his mind, and he stared at the floor, trying to make sense of the situation.Immediately, his phone rang, drawing him from his deep thoughts. He stared at the screen, it was his Grandpa. “Wow!" He muttered, a smile cut across his lips, and he quickly picked u
“You need to understand that General Orlando is capable of anything. He is smart and intelligent. But at the same time, he is very cunning. He doesn't do things that won't give him a lot of benefits. And I don't know how close you've become with Cara, but she's her father's child. Be careful with her.” Connor Woodlock said while Kelvin widened his eyes in bewilderment. He was confused about the whole thing. “Hold on Grams, help me understand. Did you know that General Orlando was all these things you mentioned before arranging my marriage with Cara 3 years ago?" He asked, his gaze fixated on Connor, and Becca interrupted them.“We've all known that for a long time. The truth is that despite how the General behaves, this family has a lot to benefit from him. That was why your marriage to Cara was arranged in the first place.” She said, and Kelvin stared at her in silence. “Building a future with the General will make this family stronger than it already is. That was my goal. But at
After the meeting, Kelvin returned to his mansion with the thoughts of his Grandpa's words at heart. He wasn't entirely sure he loved Katherine still, but he was sure that he wanted her to be okay. His gaze fixated on the road as he tried to get his mind off the thoughts of Katherine. It was dark already, and the road was beautified with colorful lights, as they drove downtown. ***Back in Vancouzer, Mark was standing over his balcony, with a glass of whiskey in his hands. His face paled with anger, as he stared into the open sky like he was searching for answers. A pugnacious sound from behind called him back from his deep thoughts, and he turned around to see Amara standing before him with her fingers crossed. Her face was covered in fear, as she stared into his eyes like she had seen terror.“You took so long to answer my call?” He asked, and she exhaled in fear. “I was busy, boss, I couldn't make it quicker. I'm sorry," she said and took a bow to show her respect.“Next time w
On a very sunny afternoon, Kelvin had arrived in Boston 30 minutes before his family. He sat on the sofa, as he waited for them to join him. The silence in the house punctured his heart, and he became bored. He poured himself a glass of whiskey, and just in time, the door went open. Uncle Theo walked into the house, followed by the rest of the family, flocking behind him, except Pamela. Kelvin sighed in relief, hearing the thudding of the feet and creaking of the doors calmed his nerves, and he exhaled in relief.“Hi Uncle, you guys have no idea how boring this house was. I could hardly breathe properly. What's popping?” Kelvin stated, and they all laughed and took their various seats. “My bones are aching, I think I need to rest." Connor Woodlock said, and let out a deep sigh. “Do you need to go to the hospital? I can take you right away," Kelvin said with so much concern, but Connor laughed and waved his hand in disapproval.“I'm an old man, son. No one ever beats the age effect
In the early morning light, the office exudes a quiet elegance. Sun rays filter through the glass, casting a warm glow on polished desks and chairs. The aroma of fresh coffee mingles with the crisp scent of a clean, well-organized workspace, nurturing an atmosphere of creativity. Katherine walked into the office, her glamorous scent leaving a trail of her behind. The scent in the office suddenly became a haven of productivity, bathed in the gentle radiance of a new workday.A tender smile etched across her lips, as she darted her eyes around the sparkling desk and chairs. She let out a deep sigh and opened up her laptop, fidgeting her eyes on its screen with seriousness on her face. She relaxed in her seat and picked up the cup of coffee to take a sip when the door flung open, startling her. The coffee poured over her clothes, and she quickly dropped the cup on the desk. She narrowed her eyes to the entrance and saw Mark Muller standing before her with his gaze Intense and dangero
At exactly 5 pm, Katherine closed from work for the day. She sauntered out of the company building, to catch a quick cab. Her car had broken down, so she came to work in a cab.A blue Toyota Corolla rode down to her stand, and she waved it down. She entered the cab and drove off immediately. When she got home, she met the silent nature of the house, as there was no one home. She settled on the sofa and grunted tiredly.She darted her eyes across the sitting room and growled in agony of the dead silence. Her mind drifted back to the incident back at work. Kelvin's gentle nature. She knew he hadn't given her listening ears like he did today. She still couldn't believe that it happened for real. A smile cut across her lips, as she thought of the way he looked at her passionately.Immediately, the thoughts of Mark's threat entered her mind, and all her smile vanished. She swallowed, staring into the air and to nothing in particular.She started to think what warranted Mark to come to
“Let him pass," Duncan yelled at the security men, and they stepped aside, giving Johnny the chance to walk through. Johnny narrowed his gaze and glared at them. He walked hastily towards the entrance where Duncan was standing. “What was the meaning of that? I'm sure as hell that you were the one who instructed these men to embarrass me. I thought we were friends? So much for our friendship after all.” Johnny yelled, his eyes filled with rage and agony, but Duncan didn't seem to be moved."Anyway, let's move on. So what's popping? Has your father been able to get back everything that he lost?” Johnny asked, staring blankly at him, and Duncan scoffed. He ran his eyes thoroughly around Johnny, so much contempt in them.“How dare you speak about that? Everything happening today is because of Katherine. She was the devil sent to destroy my family, but I didn't see it that way. If I had controlled my feelings for her, all these wouldn't have happened. You're her brother, and you have the
Katherine and Mariana were pacing around the room in utter silence. The fear in their minds is conveyed in their eyes, as they worry about Johnny. It was past 11 pm, and Johnny had not returned. Something wasn't right, they knew it, but who could've told what had happened? Katherine buried her gaze on the floor, thinking of every possible place Johnny could have gone. She had searched all his favorite bars and hotels, but he wasn't there.“I still don't get it. If Johnny didn't go to any of his favorite spots, then where could he have gone? Something is not right. I'm tired of believing this bullshit you've been saying since morning. Johnny is in trouble, now I'm sure of that!" Katherine yelled, and Mariana stared at her shockingly. “Are you shouting at me? Watch your tone young woman," retorted, and a deep sigh escaped Katherine's lips. She got off her seat and walked to a different seat in confusion. “I know now that he is in trouble. Earlier today, how could I have known that
Early on Monday morning, Mark Muller had been arrested at the airport while trying to flee the country. It was just a day before the final court hearing, and the handwriting on the wall was becoming clearer. That Tuesday morning, Kelvin and Pamela left the house for the court judgment. Kelvin pulled up at the court with his Lamborghini Aventador, while Pamela followed shortly with a fleet of luxury cars as her convoy. All press and media personnel chased after her as she alighted from the car.“Good morning miss, what do you have to say to the public about your recent disappearance? Were you kidnapped and held captive against your will?" Their desperate voices rang out in unison. Different questions kept popping up, but with the presence of the security men, she was able to find her way into the courthouse peacefully. The hearing began shortly, and after the hearing, the judge called for silence across the room. It was time for judgment to be served.Sitting at the front row, Kel
As expected, Kelvin had filed a case against Mark Muller and General Orlando, accusing them of plotting every single attack on his family, including the disappearance of Katherine and Pamela.The city was boiling with the big news, every lip had the story on them, whispering to whoever cared to listen. General Orlando being a prolific person in the country, his involvement in the case took the government by surprise. Many rubbished the news until today, the day of the hearing. After the court case, every piece of evidence presented by Kelvin seemed to tally with his claim, but due to the caliber of people involved, the judge had postponed the judgment by two weeks. Kelvin got home that sunny afternoon, his face was beaming with a smile. He felt victorious at the end, even if the damage done couldn't be undone. As he entered the house, he went straight to his room and collapsed on the bed, his face fixated on the ceiling. He gasped softly, and a thought crossed his mind. He stood
Two weeks had passed since the rescue of Pamela and Katherine, and their whereabouts remained a secret between Kelvin and his hired gun. Pamela and Katherine had settled in Bucham, a distant city from Cintria. Kelvin kept them under the guidance of Tyler, his long-time friend. For old-time's sake, Tyler had taken Pamela and Katherine in just as Kelvin instructed, and he kept their location a secret to himself. One morning, Pamela woke up with a moody face. She couldn't sleep all through the night, the urge to return to Cintria was growing on her, but she knew she had to obey Kelvin's instructions. She couldn't make things complicated for him. She sauntered towards the door, and just as she tried to pull the door open, someone pushed open from the outside, and the door struck her on the forehead. She grunted angrily in pain, as she raised her face with a furious glare, she saw Tyler staring down at her confusedly.She furrowed her brow, staring back at him. “Am I disturbing?" He a
“Assholes!" Kelvin cursed as he sauntered into the house. He went directly to the bar and poured himself a glass of whiskey.“Fucking assholes," he cursed again. He was panting heavily, after a long day at the police department, he had failed to convince the police that Mark Muller was behind the sudden death of Frank. Given the situation, it became obvious that Mark must be monitoring his movement, somehow, he managed to find out whatever he did or discussed with anyone. “Maybe he knows about Juliana already, or maybe he doesn't." Kelvin thought. He paced around the sitting room, thinking of the next move now that Frank was dead. His phone rang, and he glanced at the screen. It was a call from Dead Target. He sighed and dropped the glass of whiskey on the table gently. “What?" He said abruptly as he picked up the call. “I believe you have a mission for me. Let me hear it."Kelvin exhaled and left his seat with a little worry all over his face. “I was going to call you, but some
Flying back and forth from Vancouzer to Boston was a hectic journey, but was it worth it? Kelvin sat comfortably in his jet, it was past 11 pm, as he flew back to Vancouzer. He had returned to Boston just as Juliana instructed in her texts, and the outcome wasn't all that he had expected. “Boss we're going down, please fasten your seatbelt,” the pilot announced, and Kelvin sighed. He did as instructed, and in less than a minute, they were on the runway. Kelvin gasped, peeping through the window. His mind drifted back to the moment in Boston, Juliana's palms caressing his chest, and building his urge till he couldn't hold back anymore.Flashes from the mind-blowing sex with Juliana came crawling back into his memory, and he let out a low smile. He took off his seatbelt and sauntered down the jet. His security team was already waiting at the airport with a fleet of cars to take him home. As they drove into his compound, he alighted from the car and darted his eyes around. “Where is
It was a new day as the struggle in the Woodluck household continued. Kelvin had been to several meetings, but all proved abortive in helping his Mom. The situation behind Uncle Theo's arrest turned out to be a big disadvantage for his course, and there was no one to turn to for help. He left the bed and started making his Early morning push-ups when he heard his phone ring. He abruptly walked over to the bed and noticed it was a call from Fubris Company in Vancouzer. “What the hell?" He said and picked up the phone. It was just 7:30 am, while would he be getting such a call he thought, so he picked up the call.“This is Kelvin, what's the matter?" He asked curiously, and a dull female voice greeted from the phone, “Good morning, boss."“We have a problem," the lady said and Kelvin furrowed his brow. “Mind going straight to the point? I have too many scheduled for today."“Sir a government agency just came into the company and ordered a total lockdown of the company, and every staf
On a Monday morning, Kelvin woke up late, it was a new day to face the troubles in the family. He grunted, struggling to leave the bed, but he clearly was too tired and needed more sleep. He glanced at his side clock, past 8 already. He jumped off the bed, today was the day when he got to represent his Uncle at the Silverwood Associates. He knew he couldn't mess things up by showing up late, so he rushed into the bathroom. In the blink of an eye, he was done and was dressing himself as fast as he could. A knock came on the door, and he paused. “Come on in," he screamed, and the door opened gently. An old woman walked into the room, wearing white and a kitchen apron on her.“Good morning sir, your coffee is ready as usual. Would you like me to make something else for you before you leave the house?” She asked, and Kelvin sighed. "Naah! Don't worry, Carolina, I don't have any time to eat. The coffee will do just fine,” he said to her and she took a bow before walking out. After dre
“What does the cunny lady have for me this time? I trust that you bring good news? Spit it, I've got no time to waste.” Mark's husky voice said over the phone. Mariana swallowed nervously, her eyes darted around the room as she thought of the best way to say what she had in mind. Mark was someone she knew to be impatient and arrogant, his temper issues were something to be concerned about. She exhaled, darting her eyes around the room.“What is it? I don't have all day." He roared, and she flinched. She swallowed hard and pouted slowly."Uhm… there is a problem," she said. Sitting on his sofa inside his sitting room, he raised his brow, showing his concern for what she had to say. " Spit it out,” he commanded, and she swallowed.Fear engulfed her, thinking about what he would do when she told him the situation."It's Gregory. It happened just like you said. He is deviating from the plan, I think he is going to the police or press, I can't tell which exactly.” "Hmm!” He mumbled in s
Katherine had her gaze steadied on the road as she drove downtown. A few minutes ago, she had a serious argument with her Mom, and it didn't end well. Her eyes were filled with sadness, as she stared at the road ahead of her. She had confronted her Mom about her involvement with Mark, but it didn't go so well. Due to her state of confusion, she packed her clothes and drove out of the house unsure of where she was going. It was past 10 pm when she drove into a hotel downtown. She decided to spend the night there, and then by morning, she would worry about getting herself another house. “Good evening, Ma'am," the hotel attendant greeted with a smile on her face, and Katherine blinked twice. She was not in a happy mood, hence her awkward expression. “How many I help ma'am??" The young lady on glasses said, and Katherine sighed. “I need a room for the night," Katherine announced, and she smiled. “Ok ma'am, hold on. Would you prefer a regular room or a VIP room?” After a short consid