Chapter eighteenMr. Thompson, rose from his seat, his movements hesitant and deliberative. He glanced around the cozy living room, his eyes searching for an escape route as he contemplated leaving the room. Meanwhile, Charlie, a confident and determined young man, stood up with a resolute expression on his face, positioning himself opposite his father. The tension in the air was palpable as Charlie prepared to confront this delicate situation head-on, his voice steady and unwavering. It was clear that he was ready to challenge his father's decision, unafraid to voice his opinions and opinions about Fiona's qualifications, despite the lingering familial dynamic."That's why she has to get married to the man in our business line," Mr. Thompson declared firmly, his voice tinged with a sense of determination and conviction. He continued, with a conviction that hinted at his desire to safeguard the future of the family company. "Her suitor has to be the one who knows about our business, a
Chapter NineteenFiona's voice held a tone of surprise as she questioned Charlie's departure. "Are you leaving? I thought you would be sleeping over," she asked, her words tinged with a hint of disappointment. In response, Charlie let out a dry chuckle, his amusement laced with a touch of bitterness. "Not with that man," he confessed, his tone unsparing. The thought of sharing the same roof as someone who had caused him discomfort was enough to deter him from staying. Determined to seek solace elsewhere, he firmly added, "I am not going to get a good sleep being under the same roof with him. I would rather go to my house."As Charlie made his intention to leave clear, Fiona stepped forward, obstructing his path. Concern etched across her face, she silently implored him to reconsider.Fiona's plea for Charlie to stay a little longer lingered in the air. She hoped to entice him with the promise of preparing his favorite meal, a gesture driven by her desire to make him feel valued and l
Chapter twenty"Mum," he said with a touch of weariness, his voice tinged with a hint of frustration, "I need to focus on business right now. I don't want to rush into a relationship. I need to concentrate on making my mark in the industry." His words hung in the air, a sincere plea for understanding.In response, a soft chuckle escaped his mother's lips, her eyes filled with affectionate amusement. "I understand, dear," she replied gently, her voice carrying a mix of understanding and concern. "But you know your father's expectations. He was always a man of his word. If you don't remarry, you might not be considered the rightful heir. You've worked tirelessly to shake off that label, my dear, and I worry about the challenges you might face ahead." Her voice conveyed both her love for him and the weight of her concerns."I don't know what to do with your husband," he spat out, his anger evident through the phone line. "You always had a knack for choosing strong-willed men, didn't you?
Chapter Twenty one"Sorry, where did they pick you up?" Charlie inquired, his curiosity shining through. However, realizing that his manners may have faltered, he quickly apologized, realizing the potential offense his question might have caused."I mean, this is not how a date should go," he blurted out, a tinge of frustration coloring his words. "You can't expect me to comply with your requests right from the start. You don't know me, and you are being too forward." The words slipped out before he could think twice, a hint of defiance and vulnerability blending in his voice.However, the lady remained unfazed by his outburst, her composure unshaken."That's because I know everything about you already," the lady revealed, her voice brimming with a surprising familiarity. She effortlessly unveiled a series of details about Charlie, his identity and preferences laid bare before him. She mentioned his position as the first son of the Thompson family, his name being Charlie, his height o
Chapter twenty two"Then let's drink to the fullest," Charlie declared, raising his glass with determination. He gazed at his sister, their cups clinking together once again, the sound reverberating in the air.His sister's question pierced through the jovial atmosphere. "Little brother, did you ever find out why your ex-wife divorced you? You never really told me, and it seemed so sudden," she inquired, her concern evident in her eyes. Charlie's hand instinctively went to his chest, as if trying to ease the pain.A wave of sadness washed over him as he pondered the question. "My heart aches, truly. I loved her deeply, and my heart would flutter each time I was near her. I never anticipated that one day she would wake up and simply want to end our marriage. It all stemmed from her belief that I wasn't worthy of her status," his words trembled with a mix of hurt and regret. His sister couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for him.She offered him another cup of alcohol, her gestu
Chapter Twenty three"I will die this," she said, her voice laced with a stern warning. "But if you both misbehave again, I will report this to your dad. I heard you both didn't tag along with your date, claiming you are out of their league and didn't bother to get to know them better."Charlie's mind reeled with disbelief at his mother's words. He struggled to comprehend the level of lies and exaggeration she was spewing. While they may have made light-hearted jokes or playful banter during the date, they never mentioned being out of anyone's league. It was all in good fun.Yet, despite the distorted reality his mother was presenting, Charlie knew there was no use arguing or correcting her. It seemed that no matter what they said or did, she was determined to maintain her version of events."Mum, can you just please stop with the whole dating stuff for now?" he pleaded, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "My divorce is still fresh, and it's still hurting. I'm not finding any girl a
Chapter twenty fourCharlie was on a date with a different lady, determined to put his best foot forward and avoid another episode of his parents' disappointed scolding. As the night commenced, they exchanged names and engaged in some fleeting moments of intense eye contact. Finally, mustering up his courage, Charlie broke the silence and inquired, "So, what do you do for a living?" The lady smiled graciously before responding in a classic, poised manner."I am the director in my dad's company," she explained, her words laced with a gentle confidence. "I am nice, but when it comes to business, I have to be strict." Her poised demeanor and self-assured tone captivated Charlie, and he nodded in agreement, appreciating her dedication to her work."That's cool," Charlie responded, genuinely intrigued by her leadership role. With a glimmer of curiosity in his eyes, he mustered the confidence to pose a more personal question, his voice tinged with anticipation. "If we were to embark on a de
Chapter twenty fiveAs he bid farewell to the person he had just confronted, he turned to catch sight of his lady waiting for him. Realizing he had kept her waiting, he apologized sincerely for his delay. Curiosity tinged her voice as she inquired, "Who was that person? Was she your ex-wife?"Shaking his head in denial, he responded, "No, that's Fiona, my sister and the eldest daughter of our family."She tried to mask her discomfort with a forced smile and remarked, "Ah, I see. It seemed like she was casting a skeptical gaze my way, perhaps thinking I intended to snatch her little brother away." A smile played on Charlie's lips in response."Don't worry about that," he reassured her, his voice calm and soothing. "Fiona may come across as protective, but she's actually a very kind and caring person. As long as you are faithful and genuine, you'll get along just fine. Her protective nature stems from the immense love she has for her younger brother."The lady couldn't help but feel a
Epilogue.Mr Thompson has tried all his possible best to make sure Judas's was charged to court. But it was as expected .. As the judge's words echoed through the courtroom, a sense of finality settled over the room. The Judas's eyes locked onto the judge, disbelief and despair etched on their face. Their lawyer's expression turned grim, their eyes cast downward in defeat.The sound of handcuffs clicking into place broke the silence, a harsh reminder of the consequences that lay ahead. The defendant's family rushed forward, tears streaming down their faces as they reached out in desperation.The bailiffs led the Judas away, their footsteps echoing through the courtroom like a death knell. The prosecutor's nod of satisfaction was a stark contrast to the despair that filled the room.As the door closed behind the defendant, the judge's gaze lingered, a hint of empathy flickering in their eyes. The cost of justice had been exacted, but at what price? The courtroom slowly emptied, leaving
Charlie stormed into Detective George's office, his eyes blazing with determination. "I want to see Michael. Now."The detective nodded, leading him to the cell where Michael was being held. As they approached, Charlie's smirk grew wider, his eyes gleaming with triumph."Ah, Michael. Finally. I thought you could escape the world," Charlie said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.Michael looked up, a sly smile spreading across his face. He rose from the cot, his eyes locked onto Charlie's, and began to walk closer, the bars of the cell separating them."You must be thinking you're some kind of hero, feeling overexcited," Michael sneered, his voice laced with mockery.Charlie's smirk never wavered, his eyes flashing with anger. "You're the one who's been playing games, Michael. But the game is over. You've lost."The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with animosity. Michael's eyes gleamed with defiance, but Charlie's gaze remained unwavering, his confidence and determination
Leo drove into his compound, the gates closing behind him. He and Charlie stepped out of the car, walked into the house, and headed straight to the bar. Charlie poured them each a beer, and they settled in for a relaxing evening. The bar was a cozy sanctuary, a place to unwind and leave their worries behind. But just as they were savoring the moment, Leo's phone buzzed with a missed call from the detective. His eyes locked onto the screen, his expression turning serious. .The detective's call was like a sudden interruption, a reminder that life's mysteries and challenges were always just a phone call away. Charlie's eyes lit up as he answered the phone, his voice eager. "Hello, Detective?" He listened intently, his expression changing from curiosity to excitement. "Hey Mr. Thompson, I wanted to inform you that there's progress in the search for Michael and his father," Detective George announced, his voice firm and reassuring. "We received a message from an unknown source, and he's
"Charlie is right. I know it's difficult but we have to leave our past behind us. We have to form one beautiful family. We have sorry everything has to happen kill this" Fiona's words were a gentle plea, a heartfelt appeal to let go of the past and unite as a family. But Judas's response was a bitter rebuke, his voice laced with sarcasm and pain."What do you all know about it?" he sneered, his eyes flashing with anger. "You think forgiveness is just a simple matter of forgetting the past? Forgetting the pain, the struggle, the betrayal? You think it's that easy?"Alice's words were a soft counterpoint, a gentle attempt to soothe Judas's hurt. "Sometimes, we have to let go of the pain, Judas. We can't keep living in the past. We have to move on, for our own sake."But Judas's scoff was a harsh rejection, a bitter laugh that dismissed their naivety. "Move on?" he repeated, his voice dripping with disdain. "You think I can just forget what happened? Forget the feeling of being abandoned
Judas's tone was laced with sarcasm, his words dripping with disdain. "Well, that's impressive, I see how much understanding you're in, after all these years," he said, his eyes rolling in mockery.Mrs. Fiona's face fell, her eyes filled with remorse. "Judas, I know my family has hurt you and your mother. I am very sorry," she apologized, her voice sincere.Judas's laughter was cold and mirthless. "Don't apologize to me... and moreover, I am not haunted. No one can hurt me unless I let them. It was my mother you guys haunted. And I think I blame her for being so simple. I promised myself I'd leave my life of commanding fear," he said, his eyes glinting with a hint of darkness.Charlotte's voice was laced with a hint of desperation. "Judas, please... stop talking about the past. You already told me you have a bargain; will you talk about it since you're not ready to accept us as your family?" she asked, her eyes fixed on him with a mixture of concern and frustration.Judas's smirk was
The family gathered in anticipation, their eyes fixed on the door as they waited for Charlie's arrival. The sound of his car pulling up outside was followed by the creak of the door opening, and Charlie stepped inside with Leo by his side. Judas, his face obscured by a hat, brought up the rear, his confident stride commanding attention.As they approached, the family rose to their feet, their faces filled with expectation. Mrs. Thompson's eyes shone with pride as she embraced Charlie. "Charlie, I know this is big, but I am proud of you. You could go on live TV and say those words out loud," she said, her voice filled with emotion.Charlie's smile was radiant, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Mom, I this shouldn't be about me. I told you I have something important to tell. And I think we put our attention to it," he began, his voice filled with conviction. The room was electric with tension, the family's hearts pounding in unison as they waited for Charlie's revelation. Leo's eyes
The director's voice broke the silence, signaling the end of the show. "We've come to the end of the show. Please drop your opinions in the comment section."As Charlie stood up to leave the studio, his phone rang out, piercing the silence. He hesitated for a moment, then answered it, his eyes fixed on the screen. "Detective George," he said, his voice firm."Was everything you said true, Charlie?" Detective George's voice came from the other end of the line, laced with a hint of skepticism. "Is that why you wanted me to withdraw the case?"Charlie's eyes narrowed, his grip on the phone tightening. "Every word was true, Detective. And I wanted you to withdraw the case because I knew my family's secrets would only bring more pain and suffering. I wanted to protect my family, no matter the cost."The camera lingered on Charlie's face, capturing the tension and emotion etched on his features. The audience was left wondering what would happen next, their minds racing with questions and th
Charlie sat down, his eyes fixed on the camera lens, a determined look on his face. The studio lights cast a warm glow on his features, and the director's voice was calm and professional. "Mr. Thompson, you're on a live chat. Please, go ahead and say what you have to say to the world."Charlie's expression turned solemn, his voice firm as he began to speak. "I am Charlie Thompson, and I'm here to reveal a long-buried secret in my family. A secret that has haunted us for far too long. Today, I want to talk about my grandfather, James death and his life'."He paused, his eyes scanning the camera lens as if searching for the right words. "For years, we've been told that James was a good man and a very truthful one, but it was entirely a lie."The air was thick with anticipation, the studio silent except for the soft hum of the cameras. Charlie's words hung in the air like a challenge, a promise of revelations to come. The world was watching, and Charlie was ready to expose the secrets t
Charlie walked into Detective George's office, a determined look on his face. The detective gestures him to sit "Detective, I want to withdraw the case against my grandfather."Detective George raised an eyebrow, surprise etched on his face. "Are you sure about this, Charlie? We're talking about a murder investigation here. It's a serious offense."Charlie's eyes locked onto Detective George's, his gaze unwavering. "I'm sure, Detective. I want to withdraw the case. I know it's serious, but I have my reasons."Detective George's expression was skeptical, his brow furrowed in concern. "Are you sure about this, Mr. Charlie? Withdrawing a murder case is not a trivial matter. It's a serious offense, and the legal implications are significant."Charlie's hand on the table clenched into a fist, his jaw set in determination. "I understand that, Detective. But I want to withdraw the case. I can't disclose my reasons, but I assure you, it's the right thing to do."The detective's eyes narrowed,