Chapter thirty fourHe left his father in the study room, and headed towards the livingroom. Getting there he went to my meet his mom and sister. "I am sorry, I didn't mean everything I said earlier" He apologize with his head bow. His mum walked towards him, and pull him into a hug. Charlie stood nervously before his mother, her eyes piercing with disappointment. "You are my son, don't be naughty next time. It's really hurting," she said, her voice laced with a mixture of concern and frustration. As his mother's words sank in, Charlie's heart raced with guilt. He felt a lump form in his throat as he struggled to hold back tears.Feeling the weight of his mother's words, Charlie tentatively wrapped his arm around her, seeking some form of reassurance. Fiona, watching the exchange with a soft smile, felt a sense of relief wash over her. "I am excited you've come to your senses, maybe you're just maturing," she remarked, gently ruffling Charlie's hair as a sign of affection.Empowere
Chapter thirty fiveUncle Chris opened up about his concerns regarding his daughter, Adriel, being an introvert and struggling to connect with others. "And the fact that Adriel is an introvert and doesn't get along with people makes it worse. We both know how challenging it was for you to connect with her during your visits. I don't want her to be further traumatized by this," he explained, expressing the delicate nature of Adriel's personality and the need for understanding and support.Taking a moment to consider Uncle Chris's dilemma, Charlie paused before responding. "I know a lady who could handle her well. You'd really like her. Adriel isn't a difficult child, so I believe it would be a smooth transition," he suggested, offering a potential solution to ease Adriel's social struggles. Uncle Chris's gaze lingered on Charlie for a moment, the weight of the decision and the uncertainty of the future reflecting in his eyes as he processed the possibility of finding the right person t
Chapter thirty six "Wait, Miss Victoria," he pleaded, standing up as she began to leave in haste. "I am sorry for putting you in this situation. You don't have to go so quickly.""Why should I stay? Are you a part of the Thompsons?" she asked, eyeing him suspiciously. He nodded affirmatively. "Yes, I am. I apologize for not disclosing that sooner. I am the second child and the only son of the Thompson family. I realize I should have been more upfront about my identity from the beginning," he explained, his head slightly bowed in remorse."What's all this about? Why didn't you tell me right away? I have no interest in associating with the Thompsons. I can't forgive that man named Thompson," she retorted, turning to walk away."Please, Miss Victoria, just listen to him. He was unaware of the situation as well. It was me who orchestrated this meeting. My uncle still cares deeply for you and needs you in his life. He was unable to maintain his marriage because he never loved his wife,"
Chapter Thirty sevenTears streamed down her cheeks as she poured out her heart, recounting the tangled web of events that had led to this moment. Her voice quivered with emotion as she revealed the truth behind her actions, bearing her soul in a raw display of vulnerability.In a trembling voice, she explained the elaborate plan she had concocted, the intricate dance of deception she had orchestrated in a desperate attempt to secure some breathing space in their tumultuous relationship. The revelation of her elaborate ruse, involving a staged relationship and a hired actor, painted a picture of a woman pushed to her breaking point by external pressures and inner turmoil.As she spoke, her gaze turned wistful, memories of the past colliding with the harsh realities of the present. The conflict raging within her was palpable, a storm of conflicting emotions that threatened to consume her fragile facade.But amidst the tangled web of lies and half-truths, one thing remained clear: her l
Chapter thirty eight"What did you say?" He asked her with a puzzled look on his face, and she responded with a smile."I said I like her dad, don't you like her?" she demanded, her expression filled with curiosity. He chuckled at her question."Baby, we don't need to rush things. Even if you like her, we still have to take things slowly," Chris said gently to his daughter.Miss Victoria sat beside her, reached out, and tenderly touched her cheek."Are you saying I can be your mom?" she asked, her voice tinged with both surprise and hope. The other woman nodded positively, a small glint of happiness shining in her eyes. They both gazed at each other, smiles creeping onto their faces.They hadn't expected his daughter to say yes so soon, not when they hadn't even resolved their own feelings for each other. Even if they did decide to reconcile, they knew they would still face hurdles. She wasn't sure if her parents would support this newfound relationship. The memories of the challenges
Chapter Thirty NineAs he stepped out of the car, the butler courteously opened the door for him, and Charlie descended onto the pavement. To his surprise, he saw Alexa standing directly in front of his building, her presence unexpected yet not unwelcome.Approaching her with a puzzled expression, Charlie inquired why she hadn't contacted him before arriving. "I'm sorry, but I tried calling you multiple times and couldn't reach you. I was worried and called your mom, and she gave me your address, advising me to visit you if I was concerned," Alexa explained, her words tinged with sincerity.Charlie's reaction was one of disbelief as he scoffed at her explanation, his skepticism evident in his response.His mother's behavior was becoming unbelievable. "Come inside," he ordered, taking the lead. Alexa rushed to him and held his palm."I am cold, I need warmth," she said, and Charlie had no other option than to let her do her thing.As they made their way to the living room, his stomach
Chapter fortyCharlie left the room with a heavy heart, her disappointment palpable in the way her footsteps dragged along the floor. Anger simmered just beneath the surface, a mix of frustration and confusion clouding her thoughts. She knew she needed to process her emotions before they consumed her, but sleep seemed to be the only escape she craved at that moment.In her room, Charlie sat on the edge of the bed, replaying the events of the day in her mind. She asked herself why she had allowed herself to be caught up in a situation that left her feeling so vulnerable. The person she had trusted had let her down, and she couldn't shake off the feeling of betrayal.As the evening darkened into night, Charlie's thoughts turned to the stranger who had entered her life so suddenly. She questioned her own judgment, wondering how she could have let someone she barely knew have such an impact on her. Despite her doubts, sleep eventually claimed her, offering a temporary respite from the tur
Chapter fourth one"Thirdly," he began, emphasizing the significance of the next point. "As a shareholder, I believe fostering positive relationships with the companies in our vicinity is crucial for creating a conducive working environment. While there are other areas that require attention, this is a key aspect that I feel is missing from my observations," he concluded with a tone of finality, signaling the importance of his insight. Granting them the opportunity to voice their perspectives, he welcomed their input."Sir," one of them interjected, shifting the focus to the topic of shareholder companies. "Why haven't we considered applying to your father's company? It's a well-known fact that this could be a valuable opportunity for our organization." The suggestion prompted a moment of amusement from him as he chuckled at the idea."I appreciate the suggestion, and I will certainly explore that possibility. Does anyone else have contributions to make?" he inquired, opening the floo
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,