The news of Tangie’s rescue spread through the city like wildfire, replacing the fear and panic in the hearts of its inhabitants with relief.Following her rescue, rumors swirled about who might be behind such a brazen act, and whispers of conspiracies filled the internet, but the real answer was yet to be revealed.“If things go as scheduled, The drug-law department will put out a Press Release explaining the details of the incident today. With that, I believe everything will go smoothly for a while…“As Celestine spoke, the gates of the mansion beeped open, and official vans of the Drug Law Enforcement Agency drove in, meeting the Sullivans right at the center of the mansion.Lieutenant Jackson stepped down accompanied by the Commissioner of Police in charge of the city.Without waiting for their word, Archer strode past the gathered officers and the Sullivans, heading straight to the ambulance that carried Tangie.As Archer flung the doors open, a man dressed in a doctor’s robe nur
The car hummed along the familiar streets, as they inched farther away from Archer’s home. Tangie had momentarily felt relief when she was in his arms. She certainly felt that she would have gotten better overnight if she had been in her husband’s arms, “why did they have to do this?” beneath her breath, her voice cracking with the weight of her emotion. Sitting sandwiched between her mom and grandfather, their faces cold with steely gazes diffused the air with silence filled with unspoken thoughts in her head. Tangie went in search of calm for her mind, gazing out the window, her mind drifting away to the passing scenery of the midday. The events of the day replayed in her mind like a bittersweet melody, one moment she was happy, and the next she was down.Her father glanced at her from the rearview mirror, but Tangie averted her gaze away.The streets blurred together, as they sped from from the familiar streets of Utah to the exotic countryside in the suburban area.Finally, th
It seemed far-fetched that Archer requested that they didn’t speak to Tangie. Even though Celestine had heard clearly that The Sullivans demanded an annulment of their marriage, he just didn’t think Archer would not even put up a fight.Celestine nodded in response, not as his friend, but as his Secretary. He was bound to obey him.Mariah let out a gentle sigh, her face pinching with disapproval. “Sir,…” she objected, her voice a soft plea.“I understand she is your friend; you can continue being there for her.” He replied, sitting up abruptly on the couch, sitting up abruptly on the couch. He shot a glance at Celestine and he jolted up and followed him. Archer guided him swiftly to the ballroom, a space he suspected to be one of the meeting chambers of the Seven Divine Citadels. With a firm grip, Archer pulled open the ornate doors, revealing a hall bathed in the soft glow of hanging chandelier lights, the air hummed with sophistication, leaving Celestine gasping. Elegant chairs
What most people call a tragedy in love is when two people are absolutely in love but can not be together. That was Tangie’s description of her life. “I am going through agony just sitting here and watching him act tough on TV. I know he is hurting as much as me, he just won’t show it.”“Tangie, this is not about his feelings or your feelings,” Mrs Margaret explained, “Then what is it? What?”“Your future, our family’s reputation,” her father concurred, his face bearing a worried expression.“What are you talking about?!” “He was imprisoned for attempting mass-murder, Tangie.” Beatrice’s voice echoed in the room, a subtle hint of excitement bubbled her words as they tumbled out. The dining hall held its breath, all pairs of eyes fell on the plates of food before them. Tangie studied their faces one by one, none of them could hold her gaze, not even her father. “Do you pity me that much?” She breathed, her voice cracked with emotions.“We don’t pity you, we are concerned,” Beatrice
Archer tossed the phone away, his resolve to keep her safe was greater than his feelings for her. It wasn’t intentional to keep her in the dark, but it was necessary.Archer heaved as deep sigh, his face contorted to a frown he thought about the distress Maverick had put her through, he muttered a silent prayer that he showed took the bait about to be laid.The evening started like every other dinner balls, with elegant chandeliers casting a warm glow over the opulent room. The sound of clinging glasses filled the air, Mariah’s culinary styles was fitted for the party, she added all the little details that enriched the atmosphere of the party. Each table was served with a special bucket of wine and oh, the graceful movements of paid dancers at the center of the hall was a soothing scenery. Doctor Mason of the Pure Brooks Hospital graced the front seat of the hall, he along with other members of Libra who had denounced the group. News reaching Archer was that Maverick had no member b
“Unbelievable!” Archer muttered under his breath, “Oliver Austin?” “What are you doing here? Are you alright?” Archer gazed at him quizzically, his eyes flitting from side to side, scanning his features as he processed the unexpected surprise.Oliver looked drastically different from his usual self, he was pale and unkempt like a bad dollar note who’d seen better days.Out of pity, Archer extended a hand of help. Oliver slapped his hand away, leaving Archer perplexed.“You don’t deserve any of these good things happening to you,” Oliver spat, his gaze steely like a snake’s. Archer taken aback by the unexpected outburst took a step backward, tilting his head in dismay. “You surely didn’t come all the way from wherever you live, just to tell me that, did you?”Oliver recovered his stance, his lips tightened in a fit of rage.“My family, my sister, we are suffering and it is because of you!” He roared angrily.A soft smile played on Archer’s face as the situation became clearer. “So
Archer blinked, his eyes stinging against the natural bright light flooding the room. The sight of the IV drip stand was a clear sign that he was in a hospital ward. The last thing he recalled was being carried away in a stretcher, the last person he saw was Mr Dunni Freeman reassuring him that he had everything in control. Celestine wasn’t by his side then, the last thing he said to him was “Someone needs to end the party.”Archer turned weakly on his bed, scanning the room. His eyes fell on a figure on the couch, sitting with their head in their hand. “Celestine?” He called weakly. Instantly, Celestine sprang from his seat, rushing to his side with a mix of relief and concern evident in his movement.“You’re awake?! Thank goodness!” He cried.Archer let out a soft sigh, grateful for his friend for staying by his side. “How long have I been passed out?”“Eighteen hours,” Mariah replied, shifting Archer’s attention to the second presence in the room.He instantly noticed Mariah’s
Tangie paced the corners of her room, her steps slow and uncertain. The room echoed with soft flops of her feet against the marble floor.The morning news blared in the distance, announcing her resignation from the Auditorial Office of The Sullivan’s Distribution Company.Her grandfather had made good the threat of firing her if she didn’t sign the divorce document within the week.Tired of pacing, Tangie sank to the bed, burying her face in her hands. The news about her wasn’t the reason why she was crying. It was the fact that there was no update on Archer’s health. For the last few hours, they fervently included whether he was awake or not on their extra news package. “Why didn’t they do it today?!” She fumed, “Is he still unconscious?”Tangie glanced at her screen for the umpteenth time, there was no new message from Mariah either.Suddenly, faint footsteps echoed in the hallway outside the door, stirring Tangie to action. She swiftly turned off the TV, before racing back to bed.