Seraphina's words lingered in Roland's mind, her plea for him to make peace with Alex echoing in his thoughts. As he sat in his study, contemplating the path forward, he realized that her words held a profound truth. The pursuit of the will had consumed him, clouding his judgment and overshadowing the importance of family.He took a deep breath, his decision crystallizing within him. Seraphina was right. Blood ran deep, and no matter the past, Alex was still his brother. It was time to put aside the bitter rivalry and find a way to coexist, if not as allies, then at least as family.With a renewed sense of purpose, Roland reached for his phone and dialed Alex's number. The line rang for a moment before Alex's voice came through, tinged with a hint of indifference."What do you want, brother?" Alex's tone carried a mix of annoyance and curiosity.Roland took a steadying breath. "Alex, I want to meet with you," he said, his voice firm but calm. "I think it's time we put our differences
Two months had passed since the Lafayette brothers, Roland and Alex, had reconciled their differences. The tension that had once loomed over their relationship had dissipated, and a newfound bond had formed between them. Roland, now aware of the importance of love and family, had decided to take a significant step in his life by proposing to Seraphina, his devoted maid turned love interest.It was a sunny afternoon when Roland finalized his plans to surprise Seraphina. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he sought the help of his brother Alex, who was more than willing to assist him in his endeavor. The brothers had grown close over the past two months, and Alex had become a confidant and a source of wisdom for Roland."Alex, I need your help," Roland said, pacing back and forth in his study. "I want to propose to Seraphina, but I want it to be special. I want her to remember this moment for the rest of our lives."Alex leaned back in his chair, pondering the situation. "Brother, y
Months passed since Roland and Seraphina's enchanting wedding, marking the start of a new chapter in their lives. The Lafayette mansion, once again filled with joy and laughter, became a haven of love and harmony.Roland, now fully committed to being a devoted husband, made it his mission to create a life of happiness and fulfillment for Seraphina. Their days were filled with shared adventures, passionate conversations, and a deepening bond that seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment.As they strolled through the mansion's magnificent garden, hand in hand, Roland turned to Seraphina with a mischievous grin. "My love, how would you feel about embarking on a journey together? A journey beyond these walls, where we can explore the world and create unforgettable memories?"Seraphina's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Oh, Roland, that sounds absolutely incredible! I've always dreamed of experiencing new places, cultures, and adventures with you by my side."With their hearts set o
Roland Lafayette, the embodiment of resilience, determination, and love, was a man of noble character and unwavering integrity. Standing tall with broad shoulders, his presence commanded attention and respect. His piercing eyes held a gentle warmth, reflecting the depths of his soul and the wisdom he had acquired through life's trials.Roland's face was etched with the marks of a life well-lived—a strong jawline, evidence of his unwavering resolve, and laugh lines that spoke of the joy he found in even the simplest of moments. His raven-black hair, peppered with streaks of silver, added an air of distinction to his appearance, a testament to the wisdom and maturity he had gained over the years.But it was his heart that truly defined Roland Lafayette. Compassion and empathy radiated from within him, shaping his interactions with others and guiding his actions. He possessed a genuine desire to uplift and inspire those around him, leaving an indelible mark on the lives he touched.Throu
Alex Lafayette, a beacon of tenacity, determination, and unwavering conviction, possessed a presence that commanded attention and respect. With a lean and athletic build, he carried himself with an air of confidence and purpose. His eyes, sharp and focused, held a fiery determination that mirrored the passion burning within his soul.Alex's face bore the marks of his struggles and triumphs, reflecting the resilience and strength that lay deep within him. His strong jawline, a testament to his unwavering resolve, spoke of his unyielding pursuit of justice. The lines etched across his forehead told the story of a mind constantly at work, strategizing and formulating plans to overcome the obstacles in his path.His unruly dark hair, with a few strands of gray, symbolized the wisdom and experience he had gained through his journey. It seemed to mirror the untamed spirit within him—a spirit that refused to be subdued or broken.But it was Alex's heart that truly defined him. A flame of rig
"Tell me when you are going to pay the money you borrowed from us with interest?" A dark blurry man asked.The man was Vincent, a ruthless mafia in Candon city.A few days ago, Roland's girlfriend; Debbie collapsed and he needed money to send her to the hospital.Even though Debbie's family was rich, Roland didn't know her password so he was left with no option rather than borrowing an amount from Vincent, even though the interest rate was high.Roland sighed in frustration and anger. He r wasn't expecting them to ask for their money so fast.He glared at the mafia members angrily but they threw a death glare back after him.Only if he had known his girlfriend's password."You need to calm down man...I'm not gonna run away!" Roland said as calmly as possible.He didn't want to go say anything to anger these men. They would pull the trigger without hesitation."You lazy asshole, it is ten days now since you borrowed the money." One of the mafia members said, throwing the small lit cigar
A black car drove inside the warehouse, which took them unaware as the small boss and Roland were still in their position.The light from the headlamp shone brightly and they had to cover their eyes with the back of their palm to avoid the flashes of the light.The small boss still had a knife place of Roland's throat. They both looked in the direction of where the car was parked.A group of men came down from the car and they were all wearing fitted black suits and well-polished shoes. They were all holding a pistol, pointing it toward the direction of the gangsters.The small boss gulped harder, he dropped the knife and raised his hands in defeat. While the other gang members did likewise.From the look of things they weren't ordinary people, maybe some higher gangsters.Roland just stared at them curiously. With several thoughts in his head.His thought was cut off by the sound of the car door. One of the men in a black fitted suit rushed to open the door of the black Rolls-Royce.
After the gangsters had left the warehouse, it was just Roland, the old man, and the men in a black tailored suits.Roland was still in shock, his mind kept on replaying the scene that occurred a few minutes ago. The way man's aura felt intimidating.The way small boss got humiliated and fortunately for him, these men cleared his debt."Thank you for saving me from the hands of those gangsters but who are you?" Roland forced himself to speak.These men especially the old man can't be anonymous. They must have a reason for being generous to him.A smile played on the old man's lips as he leaned forward, patting Roland's should before heaving a sigh of relief."Young Master, there's more than meet the eyes." The old man smiled sweetly at him. He creases his wrinkled eyes."I know you're old so can you do me a favor by explaining to me what is going on!", Roland spoke as gently as possible.He was indeed grateful to the old man but keeping him in suspense is actually what he doesn't like.