The cloud beams with brightness as the sun rises. The rays from outside reflects in the room shining on Rebecca's face as she snuggled in her blanket, yawning at the same time stretching her body she mumbled "oh what a sunny day". In her sleepy state ,She moved towards her clock, grabs it and turn off the alarm.She sat upright and relieves a great sigh. She stretched her hand to her phone and couldn't reach it. Then she turned to look at where the phone has been placed, slowly she came down from her bed and began searching for the phone in all angles of her room. " Oh shit! She. Exclaimed. " What the heck is wrong with me " "am I alright at all" "I guess I need some counselling session" she wondered. She searched and couldn't find her phone.Panicking, she hastily grabbed her laptop and place a direct mail to her secretary, "hey Rosie, perhaps did you come across my phone". She dropped her laptop on her bed and search her room again and to no avail. She angrily took her laptop and
Myles was patiently seated waiting for Rebecca in a star studded restaurant. He made his order as he was famished. While eating his Sheppard pie, he entertained himself with his phone. After a while, he heard some footsteps walking towards where he was seated, he raised his brows and low and behold it was Rebecca, elegantly walking towards him.He cleaned his mouth with a serviette, pushed his chair slightly backwards and welcomed her to the table with beaming smiles all over him. Rebecca sat down and exchanged pleasantries with him.Why don't you make your orders, Myles instructed.Rebecca called the waitress and requested for the menu. She requested for chips and steak.While eating, she said, Myles I hope you came along with my phone.He replied yes I did .Eat your food while we talk over some unfinished discussions.She replied, we have no unfinished discussion,Go straight to the point but before that can I have my phone.Myles searched his pocket, reached out for her phone and g
Rebecca heard a knock on her door. She stirred, squinting her eyes and wondering who it could be. She was sure she had made herself clear the previous night that no one should disturb her morning sleep. Who was the unfortunate person that dared to knock at, what was the time now? She picked up her phone and squinted her eyes the more as she stared into the the screen. Shit. It was only past 7 am. She decided to let whoever it was at the door to be as she ignored them and went back to sleep. For all they knew she really wasn't always in. She adjusted back into a more comfortable position and even allowed a moan to elicit from her as she closed her eyes to go back to sleep. But the knock came again and more loud and harsh now. She raised up her head in frustration. God, she was going to kill whoever it was at the door. She heard the door knock again and with a frustrated hiss, she got up from the bed and headed to the door begging the God of whoever it is at the door to allow them safe
Ashton walked out of the cafeteria, he had a cup of coffee in his hand as he casually strolled along the road, he was deep in thought. He walked slowly and almost got hit by a moving vehicle when he strayed away from the pedestrian walk way. He heard the way the driver cursed at him but he didn't look at him. He wasn't even ready for that drama so early in the morning. From the looks of things it was already well over 9am and he could tell it was a busy morning. He could see the busy office goers as they rushed to their respective offices no doubt. He watched most of them that trekked walk briskly while the ones that drove, drove carelessly just like the asshole who almost hit him moments ago.He felt his phone ring in his pockets and he pulled it out and answered the call when he saw who it was that was displayed on the screen. "I'm guessing you must have seen my video." Thomas Gomez spoke from the speaker a soon as Ashton answered the phone. "That can be a PR stunt for all I care
Several days had passed since Ashton's initial conversation with Thomas, and now, they were seated across from each other in Thomas's sleek, modern office. Ashton could notice the change of scenery from the corporate setting he was accustomed to. Thomas had indeed moved into a new condo, and it reflected his taste for the finer things in life."So, Ashton, let's get down to business," Thomas began, his tone businesslike yet casual. "I've had my team put together a proposal outlining how our collaboration could work."Ashton leaned forward, his expression serious as he took the thick folder Thomas handed him. He flipped through the pages, scanning the detailed plans and projections laid out before him. It was clear that Thomas and his team had put a lot of thought and effort into this proposal."This all looks very impressive, Thomas," Ashton remarked, his tone neutral. "But I need to be honest with you. I still have some reservations about working together, especially given our histor
Ashton walked back home as he made his way to see Angel. When he had been told about Elizabeth Cooper, the thought that Elizabeth could be Angel's age was unsettling. Thomas had told him that Elizabeth was critically ill and the thought that it could be Angel was unsettling to him. He walked back home, strolling in his oversized suit. It was exactly oversized, Ashton just liked putting on stuff that were larger than his normal large frame and that was his flex. He ran his fingers through his unruly curly hair as he walked. He could tell that the roads were becoming lonelier. One of the shittiest facts about this area where he lived was that it was a rough neighborhood. There were constant fights and robbery and dare he say killings that one would think this was some slum black neighborhood. But in contrast, this was a purely white neighborhood, just that they did lots of drugs and shit. He walked along the way, casually holding his briefcase in his hand. Then, at a few feets from hi
Rebecca was still not over what Thomas Gomez had done to her. How could he betray her? How could he abandon her when they had started together? It wasn't like he was some sort of anchor to her business or something but he was one of the founding partners of her company. She simply couldn't understand the motive behind his actions as she knew that Thomas Gomez was a good man and he wasn't easily swayed which was what confused her the more. Somehow, she felt that the universe was trying to punish her for what she did to Ashton but she brushed that thought aside. There was nothing like karma, she was a master of karma. She was a go getter and she always made sure to go for what she wanted, she also knew when said thing se went for got expired and knew when to do away with such things. Karma be damned. She walked to her office, ignoring her secretary who stood anxiously waiting for her. She walked passed her, her face contorted in a deep scrowl that sent out the message loud and clearly
Ashton waited by the road for Thomas' car. He looked at his wrist watch for the upteenth time and still Thomas had still not shown up. The asshole had assured him that he would be parked in front of him in the next ten minutes and it had been well over fifteen minutes and he still wasn't there. This was one of the reasons why Ashton despised rich people. They never seemed to keep their promises. Most of them though. Especially the ones with cars. He cursed under his breath as he waited yet a little longer. Few seconds later and he saw a blue convertible with it's roof still up, drive towards him and Ashton knew that it was Thomas. This was because he knew that no one else in this slum like neighborhood cared or were even rich enough to afford such a car. The car pulled up in front of where Ashton stood with his two hands in his pockets and came to a stop. Ashton watched as the tinted black windows slid down and he rolled his eyes to see Thomas putting on sun shades inside a car. W
The night was thick and the wind blew incessantly as Rebecca Knowles sat alone in her dark study. Her fingers drummed anxiously and noisily against the glass table as she mulled and thought over and over about the events of the past few weeks. She had played her hand well, or so she had thought. Manipulating Ashton and blackmailing him with Kelvin was one of her best plans in her grand scheme—everything had gone exactly as she planned. She let out a laughter at the thought. Soon and no one would hear anymore about the man, Ashton Pearce. He would be long gone, and so would his legacy. She was going to make sure of it. But right now, there was this unusual feeling of unease that was beginning to creep in. Things weren’t adding up. No doubt, Ashton had been far too calm lately, and she could feel something shifting beneath the surface, something she hadn’t accounted for. She hoped that it wasn't exactly what it was that she was thinking. As far as she knew, Ashton had asked to see Ke
Ashton paced the length of his living room, the dark light of the evening made out very long shadows against the walls. His mind raced as ge struggled to process the bombshell his informant had just dropped on him. For the last few weeks, Rebecca had held the upper hand, weaponizing that kid against him, threatening to take away the one thing he had vowed to protect above all else. But now, everything had shifted. The truth, as ugly as it was, lay before him. Kelvin wasn’t even his son.He grabbed his head as he felt the migraine come down on his oh so heavily. She was sick, Rebecca. His phone buzzed on the coffee table, and without hesitation, he grabbed it, his thumb hovered frantically over Thomas Gomez's contact. Ashton’s mind flashed back to their last conversation—the one where Thomas had warned him about Rebecca’s unpredictability. He was right, more than Ashton wanted to admit.Taking a deep breath, Ashton hit the call button. It rang twice before Thomas answered.“Gomez,”
Ashton had barely left the bar when his phone rang again. This time, it wasn’t Marco or Elizabeth—it was someone unexpected. He glanced at the screen and saw the name. A cold chill washed over him as he hesitated for a moment before answering.“Pearce,” the voice on the other end growled, low and menacing. It was Gregory, one of Rebecca’s most trusted associates and a man who had never hidden his disdain for Ashton. “We need to talk. Now.”Ashton’s hand tightened around his phone. “What do you want, Gregory?” he asked. “There’s no time for games. Meet me at the old pier in thirty minutes. Don’t be late.” The line went dead before Ashton could reply.A sense of unease settled over him. What could Gregory possibly want? He had never approached Ashton directly before, and the suddenness of the call reeked of desperation. Ashton wasn’t a fool—he knew he was walking into something dangerous. But if Gregory had information or was willing to talk, it was worth the risk.He texted Elizabeth
Ashton’s thoughts raced as he walked alongside Elizabeth, their footsteps echoed down the dimly lit streets. The weight of Rebecca’s threats still hung heavily in the air, but Elizabeth’s revelation about the mysterious meeting had lit a fire within him. He needed answers—and fast. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and when he saw the name on the screen, a flicker of hope stirred within him.It was his contact, the spy he had placed to gather intel on Rebecca."Ashton," the voice on the other end was low, cautious. "I’ve got something big. Meet me at the usual spot in an hour. You need to hear this in person." He said to him. Ashton nodded, though the man couldn’t see him. "I’ll be there." He said. Elizabeth looked at him questioningly, and Ashton explained, “It’s my guy. He has something—something important. This might be the break we need.” he said to her. Elizabeth nodded, her expression unreadable but supportive. "I’ll come with you." She said. They headed to the meeting plac
Ashton stood under the shower, the steam enveloped him like a shroud. The water cascaded down his body and it washed away the remnants of the earlier confrontation with Rebecca, but he knew the bitterness of her words lingered in his mind like a stain that wouldn't come out. He could hear her mocking laughter echoing in the recesses of his thoughts, taunting him with the possibility of losing everything he held dear, including his son and his job.His phone buzzed incessantly on the counter, jolting him from his thoughts. Elizabeth's name flashed on the screen, and he immediately felt a feeling of urgency mixed with dread. He had kept her in the dark about the fallout with Rebecca, not wanting to drag her into the chaos. But as he turned off the water and toweled himself off, he knew he couldn't hide from her forever.After pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, he picked up the phone and answered. “Hey, Liz." He said. “Ashton,” Elizabeth’s voice came through, steady a
Ashton leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking beneath him as he stared at the glowing screen of his phone. The fury that had once consumed him now simmered beneath a surface of determination. Rebecca had made her move, but he was ready to play the game on his own terms. He had to find a way to outsmart her—find a way to reclaim not just his son, but his entire life.He opened his contact list, scrolling through names until he landed on the one that stood out. A name he hadn’t thought he’d have to rely on again: Myles Jameson. They hadn’t spoken since their falling out over the rumors, but desperate times called for desperate measures.With a deep breath, he dialed Myles’ number, his heart racing as the line rang. He had no idea how Myles would react after everything that had happened, but he couldn’t let fear hold him back.The call connected, and after a few rings, Myles’ voice broke through. “Ashton? Is that you?” Myles asked. “Yeah, it’s me,” Ashton replied, trying to kee
Ashton Pearce paced back and forth in his apartment, his phone was clutched tightly in his hand as he paced. The walls felt like they were closing in on him, like they were going to suffocate him as the weight of his situation bore down on him. His career, his reputation—everything he had worked so hard for—was now on the line, and he knew exactly who was behind it. Rebecca.Why was she being this way ?Why did she had to be so cruel and evil to him?The sound of his phone dialing Rebecca’s number sent a jolt of fury through him. He'd had enough of her games. After about three rings, the line finally clicked open and her cool, composed voice greeted him.“Ashton,” Rebecca said, her tone was smooth. It was laced with a venomous sweetness that made his blood boil. “What a surprise.” She purred into the phone. “Cut the crap, Rebecca,” Ashton snapped at her, he was unable to keep the anger from his voice. “I want to see my son. Where’s Kelvin?” he demanded. Since she claimed he was h
Rebecca’s mind still buzzed endlessly with how intense and the discussions of her meeting she had with Miguel as the car cruised through the darkened city streets. She glanced out of the window, and watched the blurred lights as they passed, but her thoughts has already spinned ahead, she anticipated her next move. Miguel was a snake, she knew that much, but for now, he was her snake—one she could use to finally dismantle the Cooper empire alongside Ashton Pearce and claim her victory.But as much as she felt in control, there was a gnawing voice in the back of her mind. Was she truly prepared for what working with Miguel would entail? She knew that she wasn’t naive. Miguel played by his own rules, and while he may have agreed to their alliance, she knew trust was a fragile thing in their world. Still, the adrenaline that coarsed through her vein was undeniable. The rush of power, the thrill of knowing she was about to topple giants—it was almost addictive. Myles wouldn’t underst
Rebecca stepped out of the sleek black car, the hum of the city faded as she stood before the entrance to Miguel’s exclusive club, the same one she had been to with Myles but tonight, let's just say she was doing things in her own terms and by that, going with Myles was too much crowd. The neon lights flickered above the doorway, it illuminated an eerie glow on the street. Tonight was different—tonight, she had come alone.Myles had no idea about her plan, and she oh so discreetly intended to keep it that way. This was her decision, her strategy to forge a new alliance and take control of the situation. Myles could be too cautious, too predictable. But Rebecca knew that if they were going to bring down the Coopers, they needed someone ruthless, someone like Miguel.Not that she hadn't slandered him behind his back, but he mustn't know about that. She was dressed to kill, she wore a dark emerald dress that hugged her frame, it exuded power and confidence. Her heels clicked against the