He then turned toward Lady Winston - his lips were pursed and his breath coming in short gasps.With his voice quivering, he uttered, “My Lady, I am sorry but this procedure—”He paused for a bit because of the darting glare that Lady Winston threw towards him. “What's with the procedure? Is that what we discussed? Didn't you tell me it was a simple procedure and there wouldn't be problems?” She asked.“Yes, yes My Lady,” he mumbled. “It's just that she needs to eat. Her physical state is not ripe for the procedure. I can't give her the injections that would put her to sleep so that I can carry out the abortion because she needs food. She is very weak right now.”“Who cares if she is weak? You told me it was an unorthodox abortion method so why are you now acting as if you are trying to give a lecture on surgery,” Lady Winston raised her voice angrily.In truth, Doctor Lopez had told Lady Winston that he was going to adopt an unorthodox approach to perform the surgery but that was onl
Sarah, knowing that the cavern was no longer going to be safe for her quickened her feet and escaped through the backdoor into the manor. She knew that she had to get her decisions right if she was going to truly escape.Running aimlessly through the small halls in the manor, she could hear the feet of the guards stamping. They were not running as fast as she was because there was an air of confidence within them that Sarah was on an impossible adventure. How could she possibly escape a manor as big as that which had guards almost everywhere?Sarah was feeling her tummy heavy from the pregnancy but she darted on until she bumped into a figure.A jolt of fear shot through her and her heart leaped into her throat as she fell onto the ground.“Ms. Winston,” the figure uttered.Sarah looked up and it was Rico, the gardener who warned her about her family planning something evil towards her.“Rico?” she uttered, her voice breaking. Her heart sank into her chest because she thought that it
Mr. Hartlane was one of the workers who died a horrible death. He discovered the tattoo of an owl with sharp claws on one of his male colleagues and queried him about it. Mr. Hartlane began to suspect that there were others who had the same tattoo working amongst them and who had ulterior motives.The next day it was reported that he committed suicide because he was found hanging on a rope. People wondered how a man like Mr. Hartlane who was jovial and didn't seem to have any psychological or emotional challenges suddenly killed himself. But people like Sophie and Dexter who worked closely with the dangerous Kazitanis informants knew that it wasn't a suicide situation - Mr. Hartlane was murdered because he went too far and he was curious to know things that he should have just laid to bed.“Keep your voice low, Sophie,” Dexter hushed. “They won't find out okay? You don't need to worry about me. Just go on with your work.”“And how do you know that, huh?” Sophie queried, her eyes dart
Dexter’s footsteps dragged across the porch as he heaved a sigh, the sound of exhaustion echoing through his body. His guard was behind him and he helped with his suitcase.His 7-year-old son, Ronny darted out of the house with a whoop of delight the moment he realised that his Dad had come back from work. “Daddy! Daddy!” Ronny raised his voice in excitement, his face lit up like a firework as Dexter embraced him warmly even though his feet were still staggering in tiredness.“Guess what we learned in school today?” Little Ronny asked, a bright smile on his face.“Errm,” Dexter angled his head upward, his finger on his chin as his thoughts went wild. The question Ronny asked him seemed to have rattled his brain.“That's going to be a difficult guess though,” Dexter uttered, squeezing his face into a little smile. “No Daddy, you have to guess,” Ronny insisted.“Do I?” “Yes, papa.”“Okay, you were taught how to make boats out of paper, am I right?” Dexter asked, scanning through Ronn
One of the guards dropped dead in an instant as he got hit by one of the flying bullets, his blood splashed on the carpet.Little Ronny busted into weeping, his voice shrill with fright. “Dad, what was that? Are bad people after us? What did we do, Dad?”“Shush, you need to be quiet okay? It will be fine. We just have to hide for a while,” Dexter responded as he led his family down a ladder that descended into a downward basement, its wooden elements creaking as they placed their legs carefully.Ronny and Quincy both got to the basement and Dexter closed the wooden door before getting in with them. “We have to be quiet now, alright?” Dexter kept his fingers close to his lips in caution. “They are going to be here anytime soon.”They soon started to hear the muffled sounds of the assassins from the basement. Their voices were getting clearer as the seconds went by.Ronny and Quincy had sweat dropping off their foreheads and their fingers snapping in fear as they looked up at the ceili
The atmosphere was electric down the basement where Dexter and his family were as dust from the creaking sound poured down on their faces, forcing them to protect their faces.The silence was thick and heavy with fear as they looked at each other confusedly.Ronny quickly pressed against his mother, embracing her and hiding his face in the warmth of her protection. Little Ronny didn't want to die. He wondered if he was going to see another day. If he was going to play with his friends at school ever again if he was going to play around with his bicycle on Saturday mornings, or if he was going to hunt for spiders with his friends.Quincy, even though her face was contorted in fear, patted him on the back of his head calmly as his face was sunken in her embrace. Quincy let out a drop of tear which fell on Ronny’s palm. Her fear was turning into sadness as she slumped her shoulder ready for whatever was going to happen. The hitman noticed the creaking sound and a strange feeling surged
He angled his glance toward Quincy and his heart could not bear the agony.“Oh! My Quincy!”“No!”“No!”“Quincy! Please, you can't die.”“Please, wake up.”“No!” Dexter’s scream shattered the momentary silence as he wailed in despair, his heart torn in two pieces. He could feel a force drive into his heart at the sight of Quincy’s still and lifeless body.Quincy slumped to the floor as the hitman baring the gun changed the direction of his hand suddenly towards her before pulling the trigger. Her lifeless body slumped to the floor and blood was pooling around her - the smell of death filling the air.The hitmen lifted their voices in unison in an unholy chorus as they chanted in dark languages, their eyes death-filled.“Power to the Kazitanis!” One of the hitmen raised his voice with his fist in the air while the others responded in unison.“Power!”The hitman who shot Quincy passed the gun to Vanessa signaling for her to do the needful by putting a bullet to Dexter.Ronny watched wit
Camille lowered her eyes, her face a study of embarrassment.“Don't worry about her Grandpa. Let's just say that she is someone who played a huge role in ensuring that you are here.”Grandpa Leonard paced his gaze back and forth to get a good sense of his surroundings. He started trying to recall how he got to be hospitalized in the first place.“How long have I been unconscious?” he asked as he was recalling little by little what happened to him before the accident.“Well, Grandpa, it's been 3 days now,” Paul responded. “We are on the way to celebrate your 75th birthday when—-”“Oh, I remember now…I remember,” Grandpa Leonard butted in, and this time Paul dropped the glass cup when he saw that Grandpa Leonard was still hesitant. Paul heaved a sigh of relief. At least his memories were still intact, he thought.“I was also badly wounded from the accident so I couldn't ensure that you were given a private treatment on time.”“Oh, I understand, Paul. You have done so well.”Grandpa Leo
Paul who was darting from side to side in confusion soon saw a figure in front of him. His ropes were cut off a lightning speed as he was escorted out of the hall by a figure.Paul gasped in shock when he saw the figure that had come to protect him.“Dane Michaelson?!” Paul gasped in surprise. “Is this you? What are you doing?”Dane Michaelson was Paul’s long-term friend and high schoolmate who had always been like a guardian angel to him. He always protected Paul from bullies when he was in high school and even had a young age, Dane Michaelson had impressive fighting skills that he used to defeat anyone who came across him to defy him or any of his friends. Paul learned a few fighting skills from Dane but their friendship was put to a halt when Dane had to travel far away for a scholarship. He promised that he was going to be back though and that he would always keep an eye on him.“I told you that I would be back for you, didn't I?” Dane spoke in a hurried tone, his words coming o
He didn’t want Grandpa Leonard to suffer more than he already had and he was feeling as though he should have done more to protect Grandpa Leonard.Grandpa Leonard was also tied with bonds to the wheelchair and his face was set in a mask of grim determination as he endured the agony, his eyes narrowed with focus against the torrent of pain.“I am the head of the Imperial Society Syndicate, not him,” Pail spoke, trying to defend Grandpa Leonard.“Son, do not worry about me. This is not the time to speak of vain things,” Grandpa Leonard spoke sternly as if to tell Paul not to worry about him.The Red Witch erupted in a burst of laughter that echoed through the hall, her expression twisted into a malicious smile as she took pleasure in her evil deeds. It brought her so much joy to see Paul and Grandpa Leonard sit side-by-side and have their faces contorted with grief.Her smile curved into a malicious grin as she turned towards Paul. “Long time, no see Paul Leonard. Don’t tell me that yo
Paul could hear their voices and it was mixed with laughter and merriment. The stench of alcohol filled the place and Paul was wondering if it was the same person that was tied to a chair that everyone was celebrating about.But there was something else that caught Paul’s interest. He kept hearing them call out a Red Witch. He had heard the word more than twice already since his eyes fluttered open and from the conversation that his ears were able to pick, it seemed as if the Red Witch wasn’t just an ordinary person.It could be one of their leaders, he thought. Or could it be the person that was assigned to kill him and render whatever punishment they had against him?Paul was suddenly shocked when he received a huge flow of water attacking him on his face. He spluttered and shuddered as his body shook violently, expelling the water from his lungs. His throat was constructed painfully as he tried to draw breath. He shook his face repeatedly so that the water could fall off his face a
Sarah couldn’t help but defend herself. She wasn’t just going to keep quiet and allow things to happen to her. She had to speak up and defend herself, she thought.“I brought the antidote that is now the reason why you are alive. I suffered a lot and risked a lot to get the antidote. I had an agreement with Janet, Frank, and Thomas but they haven’t told me anything,” Sarah stammered in panic, her words tumbling out rapidly as she tried to explain herself. “I don’t deserve this treatment and I don’t understand why you have to force me here as if I shouldn’t be one of the partakers of the good things of Winston Corporation. If you knew what I did to get the antidote for you, you probably wouldn’t be treating me this way. What else do I have to do to prove that I deserve my previous position back.”Janet retorted. “Liar! Liar! You cannot get your previous position back. You are a rotten piece of dirt!l Janet retorted.”Janet was always upset by the fact that Sarah was desperate to get h
Sarah’s voice was breaking because she wondered what she said that was wrong. “Y-e-s.”“What?!” Arianna fumed. “What exactly are you still doing at the inner chamber? You have already made the mistake of giving them the antidote but what business do you still have there?”“I just think that maybe they would—-” Sarah’s voice was breaking with tension.Arianna spoke over her in a loud frothing. “You think what exactly? What exactly do you think? Are you still delusional enough to think that Lady Winston would give you the requests that you asked for?”Arianna’s tone was insistent and her expression furious as she rendered a warning. “What exactly are you still there for when they have already shown you the writing on the wall? Oh my goodness!”“You had better start running away from there because if the history of your family’s wickedness is anything to go by, then it won’t be long until they arrest you and even do much worse to you than they wanted to do before. Do you think Lady Winst
Arianna’s voice was tinged with a hint of unease as she tried to communicate her fears. “Doctor Lopez? Wait, don’t tell me that you tried to get the antidote from him to help Lady Winston.”Sarah bit her lips again because she didn’t know how to answer the question. “That’s exactly what I did,” she finally spoke out.“My goodness!” Arianna spoke out loud, her voice ringing with a loud echo from the phone as she conveyed her disappointment. “I thought that Paul already gave you a new and improved job. What happened that would make you go back to the same mess that you were coming from.”“I just couldn’t find it comfortable there. I couldn’t stop thinking about Winston Corporation. I thought that I felt at home at Winston Corporation,” Sarah attempted to justify herself, her voice faltering because she realized the fault in her argument.“Can you even listen to yourself?” Arianna seethed, her voice rising with a cold anger and tinged with disappointment. “You are somehow trying to justi
“Do you really think that I will listen to her deceits? She has seen that Paul can do no good for her and now she wants to return to where she made a life. Oh, how foolish does she think we would be.”“In any case, I am glad that she came right into our hands because now she will get the punishment that she escaped narrowly before. Who would have thought that she would come right under our nose so easily for us to dismantle her.”Janet's cheek flushed with happiness as she smiled brightly, her eyes shining with excitement.Of course, neither she nor her brothers had the intention of fulfilling the pact that they had with Sarah. They were all trying to get the antidote and now that Lady Winston was back in a healthy condition, they could do away with Sarah. In fact, Frank and Thomas especially were expecting Lady Winston not to suspend the punishment that she had earlier placed on her.“Come to think of it. Where is she now? Where did she go? “ Lady Winston asked. They all turned the
She recalled that she had forgotten the gun that Arianna gave to her in Doctor Lopez’s office. That gun was the evidence that was going to stand against her if Doctor Lopez died. Her mind started reeling with desperate thoughts. What if she had committed murder all for nothing? Was she going to lose on both ends? How long was she going to keep foolishly trusting her family to back her up and then proving that they were always going to stab her in the back?An investigation was going to be carried out into what happened with Doctor Lopez, she reasoned. They were going to trace it to her and tell Paul about it. She couldn't imagine how disgusted Paul was going to feel to learn that she had betrayed him even much more intentionally this time.The inner chamber had high ceilings adorned with intricate carvings. The walls were lined with tapestries and brilliant decorations conveying a sense of power and prestige. Frank and Thomas led Lady Winston until she reclined on a sumptuous chair
Lady Winston soon spoke, her words drowned with fatigue and her speech slow and deliberate as she feigned an extra bit of tiredness. “Hello everyone. I appreciate that you have all come here to witness this moment. I appreciate all those whose prayers and thoughts have been with me.”“But as you can see, I am recovering from a very delicate condition that would require that I have a long rest so I will be accompanied by my family - Frank, Thomas, Estevan, and Janet who I am sure must have been working day and night to ensure that I am back to normalcy.”The employees all erupted in applause, their faces contorted with nervousness as they gradually returned to their duty posts.Sarah’s expression was glazed, her eyes unfocused and her mouth hanging slightly open as she stared blankly, her features slack with confusion. Her haze was disoriented as she stared back and forth, her expression clouded with confusion and uncertainty. The applause was like a torment to her because it was cons