The policeman Dean was talking, looking through some documents. "Is this the one you are talking about?" the policeman asked Dean, showing him a picture of Trevor. "I don't know what he looks like," Dean replied without looking into the document. "Just search for the one that was caught and accused of killing my mother, Victoria Vandelson, recently. The policeman read through the information under the picture of the man he was going to show to Dean and he was sure he got the right person. "Yes sir. This is Trevor." the policeman stated. "Let me see his picture," Dean said to the policeman. The policeman showed Dean the picture and Dean was shocked to see that the picture there was that of Alec Stone, Clarissa's husband. "What the hell is happening? Why would that person change his name and how did he even manage to marry Clarissa?" Dean said in his thoughts. "Or was all that a plot from Clarissa? Does she know about my abandoned cousin of mine? I have to dig. Deeper into this be
[The next morning]"I'm calling this whole thing off!" Clarissa announced. She said this after giving it a lot of thought through the night. Her butler, who she made into pretending to be her grandfather, was standing there with her in her room. The poor man was sweating like a pig about to be slaughtered. Who didn't fear Clarissa's anger? "But miss, how do you plan on accomplishing your goal?" the butler questioned Clarissa, with a fast-beating heart. "I told you before what I wanted to do but you made me find some other plan. I don't care about the authorities if I get caught. I'm doing this with my first plans. There were documents stolen from my parents' company which led to their downfall and the rise in power of the Vandelsons. We are taking those documents back from them. They are thieves and I am sure this was no mistake." Clarissa explained to her butler. "We take back the files?!" the butler exclaimed. "You had better lower that voice of yours before I turn it off forev
"You called for me ma'am?" the butler said to Clarissa."Of course I did. I just went outside and I didn't see Alec. Where is he? I told you he is a houseboy now so why isn't he working?" Clarissa asked the butler."Ma'am, he is sick. Last night didn't spare him." the butler answered Clarissa.Do I look like I care?" Clarissa replied to the butler."I'm sure he is strong enough to work even in sickness. He should be a man and get his ass off wherever it is lying." Clarissa told the butler."Get him for me," Clarissa added. The butler gave me a bow and then left to get me.I was still in bed when I heard a knock on my door and then it opened. I turned in bed and saw Clarissa's grandfather walk in."Miss Clarissa is asking for you," he told me.Miss Clarissa? Since when did he start calling her like that? "Okay," I said and struggled to get off the bed. I slowly followed from behind while Clarissa's grandfather was ahead of me by five steps down the stairs as we walked.I got to the bot
"I just wanted to say thank you." the butler said to me. I shrugged his hand off of my shoulder and walked off. I had no time to get along with liars. Clarissa left the mansion in her car and just as she reached her office, she made a call to someone who worked for her in a different country. She had given him a task to fulfil. "Has it been done?" Clarissa questioned the man on the phone. "Yes ma'am. Very soon the news will reach the Vandelson twins and they will have no other choice but to come here to handle the problem on their own." the man replied. "Good job then. And I trust that no clues were left behind." Clarissa said. "Not at all, ma'am. I made sure to be very careful. You will be free to do all your investigations when they leave your country to this one." the man replied. "Good. You will receive your payment in a few minutes." Clarissa said and ended the call with a satisfying smile on her face. "Finally," Clarissa said. She did the transfer to the man and put her
"What the fuck do you mean by the company caught fire?!" Dean shouted into the phone. Dean cut the call without listening to the caller's response to his question. "What happened?" Loki asked Dean. "Our company in another country caught fire and nothing is left of it!" Dean yelled. "The fuck!" Loki exclaimed. "How the hell did that happen?!" Loki shouted. "I have no idea. No clue in the world of what happened but Loki, we have to go there." Dean said. "Go there? But what about Trevor? We have to..." Loki was saying. "Forget about Trevor God damn it!" Dean cut in. "We have a bigger issue on our hands and we have to leave immediately! We have to get to the bottom of this! We already know the identity of Trevor so we can just continue from where we stop after we get back." Dean said to Loki. "Alright-alright!" Loki shouted. "I'll call the private pilot," Loki added while Dean walked to and fro in the room in frustration. "Come on. Let's go." Loki said, putting his phone in his
I stood there confused about what to do. Houseboy? Was that the way the butler was supposed to introduce me? Judging by the situation at hand, I would say these are people who are related to Clarissa. Most likely her parents. If her parents want me out then I'm guessing she would have no power to keep me here. It's not like I'm of good use to her for the purpose I was first brought into this mansion. "What are you still doing here?!" Mr Charles yelled at me, causing me to flinch. Mr Charles looked down at the broken plate and then back at me. He took a deep breath as if he was trying to calm himself. "You are lucky I am in a good mood." Mr Charles said to me. If this was his good mood then I wouldn't want to see his bad mood. With my head bowed, I quickly walked passed Mr and Mrs Charles. I was about to exit the mansion when I suddenly remembered the pendant I had hidden away. I couldn't just leave it behind. I turned and headed toward the stairs. Mr and Mrs Charles saw me but d
"Thank you," Clarissa said to her father and then turned to her mom. Mrs Charles looked to the far corner of the room. "You have my permission." Mrs Charles said. "Thank you," Clarissa said. "What I don't understand is why that young man didn't say he was your husband. The butler only told us he was the houseboy." Mrs Charles said. "He is indeed the houseboy. After all, I couldn't just kick him out after marrying him. Bad things would be said about me. I have to keep him here just for a while till everything about my marriage dies down among the public. While he is here he still has to make himself useful right?" Clarissa explained. "I suppose so." Mr Charles said. "So what is your plan?" Mr Charles asked Clarissa. "I mean, how do you plan on retrieving the stolen documents and bringing the Vandelsons down?" Mr Charles said to Clarissa. "It's something I am already doing dad. I can't tell you and mom right now. You two will have to wait until the time is right. I guarantee you
Mrs Charles was surprised at her daughter's response but didn't say a word more. I walked in and placed the final plate of food on the table for the Charles family. I was about to leave when I suddenly heard Mr Charles' voice, "hey." Mr Charles said. I figured he would be referring to me and I turned around. "Sir?" I said. "Yes. That's not where to place the tray. Who do you expect to reach there?" Mr Charles questioned me. I looked at the tray I had just placed on the table. If he need it then he could have just asked his wife or Clarissa to pass it to him but I guess this is either laziness or it's a case of 'like father like daughter'. "My apologies sir," I replied Mr Charles. I picked up the tray from the table, "Where should I place it?" I asked Mr Charles, the tray still in my hands. "A space on the table where I can reach. Where else?" Mr Charles replied. Mr Charles stared at me as if I was an idiot who just didn't understand the right thing to do. I placed the tray as