The smell of antiseptic filled the room. “Where am I?” Rebecca who had been in a coma finally opened her eyes, she gradually came to her senses. The thick smell of the sterilized air, the sound of beeping, the unfamiliar and white wall made her confirm where she was. “I'm at the hospital.” She said after confirming where she was. “Taron!” She screamed out remembering what had happened. “I have to get out here.” She stated trying to move but was too weak to do so, frustrated by how weak she was, she felt both frustrated and afraid, and she attempted to struggle to move once more, but was unable to. The assistant came in and saw her struggling and yelled. “Do not do that, Miss Moore!” She forced Rebecca to lie back down to the back and used the blanket to cover her. “Who are you?” Rebecca asked confused, as she was not wearing a nurse uniform. “I'm Anaise, one of the assistants under the mafia doctor.” She smiled as the added something into the drip.
It was the main day for the attack. Selena and her killers were heading out to attack. The strategy she had made was full proof to her but she had no idea there was an inside man and her plans had been leaked. Anthony and Taron discussed on the news Radish gave the earlier. They have decided to let the cops know about the act and Selena should be at least arrested if not killed. “Hello! Joe Radish when is it starting?” Taron asked Joe over the phone. “Okay, thank you. I owe you, literally.” Taron joked as he cut the call. “I am leaving Rebecca in your care, and I believe she will be safer here than anywhere else.” Taron stroked Rebecca's hair and gave her a kiss before he exited the mafia house. Taron had informed his security officers earlier about the event, so he put them in strategic places that would give them the advantage. He also called the police to fight with him, he paid a lot of money for that. Taron got to his house. He kept a gun with him and kept two se
It had been months since the awful incidents had happened, and Selena, Javier, and all the other offenders were still locked up because of the multitude of crimes they had committed against other people, like Taron and Rebecca, and somehow, some missing funds were traced to Rebecca's account, so she had problems with the entire country too. That, and her faking her death was a major offence because it was a popular tactic pulled by fraudsters, and so, Selena was to spend a long time locked up. Rebecca, on the other hand, was doing so much better. She was starting to move during the second week of her awaking, and Taron was so proud of the progress that she was making in her life, and how she was able to forge ahead. "I can't imagine that our lives were troubled by that nasty woman, how did you even manage to end up with her, you crazy man?" Rebecca teased him, and he rolled his eyes "I was a complete idiot, I don't even have anything to say to defend myself." Taron said, sha
Taron was worried to death. He had been sitting on the same spot for more than three hours now and his back was aching. He took a napkin from his pocket and mopped the beads of sweat that had gathered around his brows. He knew he had to look good. It was an important day - the day he was going to finally ask his high school sweetheart, the beautiful model, Selena Goldbridge to be his wife. He had been looking forward to this day for a very long time now and he was excited.A message popped up on his phone screen and he opened it in a hurry to see who it was.“Sorry Taron. I totally forgot about the outing. I’ll be there in a few…”Taron smiled and adjusted his glasses on his face. He didn’t care if he had to wait for hours to see Selena. What mattered to him was that she was coming. He giggled in excitement and arranged the table quickly. Everything needed to be in order.He turned around to see that the waiter was smiling at him. The waiter, Pablo Hernandez was an advanced man
The sound of the phone ringing on the table was what woke Taron up the next morning. After a long day that started with waiting for hours and ended with a painful rejection, Taron McCarthy had walked all the way home and fallen on his bed in tears. He had slept off crying that night and he would have still been sleeping as late as 11am that morning if not for the person that was calling him continuously.Taron stood up angrily and took the phone to look at who it was. It was the waiter, Pablo Hernandez. Could the damn old man not leave him alone for just a minute! He cut the call and threw his phone on the table before falling face first on the bed. He was still on the black suit he had rented for the engagement party and he didn’t care if he got it rumpled. He was going to do whatever he liked. What’s the worst that could happen anyways?The phone rang again and Taron grunted in anger as he stood up to pick the call. It was Pablo. He picked the call and started barking into th
The car screeched to a halt after about fifteen minutes of driving and Taron strained his eyes to see where they had stopped. The tinted windows blocked his view however and he closed his eyes once more in the hope that when he opened them again, he would discover that he had been dreaming.Taron’s eyes opened to the harsh reality that he was not dreaming. It was real. One of the men caught him by the arm and pulled him out of the car and he squinted under the light of the sun. It was afternoon and they didn’t even care that the day was bright and people would be watching. They led him towards the door of a mansion and the man in front pushed the gate open. Taron looked around and did a quick sign of the cross. If he was actually in trouble with the owner of such a huge mansion, then there was no saving him.They stopped at the entrance of a hallway and pushed it open. The hall came into full view immediately and Taron marveled at the beauty of the place. The walls were golden wit
CHAPTER 4James Garrick stared at the paper that lay on the table in front of him. He could barely believe his eyes. His business partner and benefactor, Pablo Hernandez was dead and he had passed down his chain of companies to a close friend. James Garrick was not new to the business. He knew what it meant. Pablo’s lawyer, Jeremy had already sent him a mail informing him of a meeting with the new boss at midnight where all the necessary documents would be signed. He knew that once again, he would have to be smart in his negotiations and make sure he got the new boss to inject funds into his company, Garrick Modeling agency.He squeezed the paper and threw it in the dustbin.“Should have waited till after we released the winter collection before he died,” James grunted. “I was really looking forward to the success of that show.”“It can still be successful with the new owner,” Steve chipped in.James turned to face Steve and sighed. Steve was his only son, and at twenty five, the
It was when Taron received the call from Pablo’s lawyer he knew he was not dreaming. He was actually going to inherit all this wealth!Pablo’s lawyer, Jeremy had called him earlier that day to inform him of the meeting with all the stakeholders and CEO’s of the thirty companies that he now owned. Apparently, Pablo had opened all his companies under different names and given them to different people to run for him after signing a contract with them. They were to help him manage and groom it and at the end of the calendar year, they received a great percent of the company’s profit.It seemed more like a charity organization to Taron considering the fact that they weren’t even putting in any capital. Pablo was the one solely funding all the companies.Taron skimmed through the documents quickly, taking note of the companies that Pablo had been funding and the profit they brought to him yearly. Running through the document, he found out that Garrick Modeling Agency had been the highes