"Could this be his dad?" She asked herself one more time, but not knowing it was audible enough for Mark to hear.
She summoned up courage and shifted over to Mark, shaking all over. If possible, she was going to beg him to forgive both Bennet and her for what they did to him. "Sir please," She shifted back to Mr Darius. "I'm so sorry....... " "Hey you, what are you doing with my dad? What are you doing now, Elena?" Mark interrupted, scolding her. She got scared and attempted to hold Mark on the wrist, while still on the floor, to apologize to him. She saw he was now on another level, no longer one to be toiled with. "Why do you look so frightened, I thought you were so strong?" Mark mocked. It was time for him to mock them, soon they would each be getting what they deserve. Mark's eyes moved from Elena to Bennet. He wasn't going to have any pity for them. Bennet fell on his knees, he wasn't up to Mark's level, he knew. With all the embarrassment he caused Mark, his instinct told him he was going to pay dearly for it. His eyes got soaked with tears, he was imagining his fate before the richest man in the country and his son. "I'm not moved by a crocodile's tears." Mark growled. "You're a man, why should you be crying?" He knew how this statement would hurt Bennet, so he said it. Bennet tried to defend himself but no one was willing to pay attention to him. So he kept quiet, sobbing as he buried his face in between his legs. "Elena, I never believed you could turn to this!" Darius shrugged his shoulders. "Let me tell you I later stopped the helicopter and went down halfway. This happened before it crashed. I was in my house when the pilot called me to report they were going down. I knew what that meant." "I chose to remain deceased as everyone thought, including my son, to see how everyone who had behaved well while I was present would act. I wanted to see everyone's true character." "You don't need to say anything, Elena. I've seen what I wanted to see. You can never in this world become my son's wife. Never!" He stood up in anger. Elena jerked backwards in fear, clamping her hands together in supplication. "Please dad!" "Shut up! Don't call me dad," Darius barked, almost sending Elena across the floor. This was the man who treated her before as a daughter. She couldn't believe she had just messed up her chances. Just like they say, that opportunity may present itself once. "And moving to you, Bennet. You were so dumb to take up a married woman out of all the single girls in the world?" "I'm so sorry sir!" He begged him, but Darius didn't even listen to him. "I sent one of my men to link my former daughter-in-law with you, but you didn't know," Darius said to Bennet, and Elena, with Bennet, were left gasping in shock. "We are trapped!" She muttered. "I can't believe this actually happened." Elena was shocked, her body vibrated with so many sparks. It was as though electricity was being passed through her body. "You were searching for a wealthy man, right? This is the end of your search!" Mark mocked her. "You didn't want to stay with me, but now I'm far beyond your reach!" He muttered proudly, walking over to her and pushing off her head round in a dominant style. "But now I'm way off your league, all I wish for is divorce. Soon the entire process will be finalized." "Please don't do this to me!" Elena begged, but Mark rolled his eyes with disgust at her. "You don't deserve pity and I wouldn't grant you what you don't deserve," Mark snapped. "So this is the wicked woman you called a wife?" His dad asked, staring at her with disgust in his face. His words made it seem as though he didn't even know her from the onset. "She's the one and only wife I loved so much!" Mark replied. "Hmmm!" Darius twitched his face. Elena's heart skipped at the comment, the expression on his face. Now she had realized what Mark said was now coming to reality. She had lost him. She panted heavily, eager to hear what next would be said about her. "I hated her right from the first time she walked in here, she is arrogant and disrespectful!" This comment alone sent Elena's heart rumbling and her hormones shattering her emotions. She was no longer herself right now. Elena realized that not only would Bennet be the only one to get punished, but she and even her mother, as well. In fact, she will be the main character. Her mind flashed back to the last threat Mark made before leaving the restaurant after they had finished torturing him. Only if she knew how soon things would turn around, would she have supported him? She thought within herself. It was only a twenty-four-hour difference. He had moved from the wretched bastard she called him to a billionaire that was very rich. She shook terribly. "Do you think what you are going through now would make me pity you?" Mark smirked. She was surprised that the man who had been dying once to have her, doing all the things to get her attention, was treating her right now like a slave, like someone he didn't know from eternity. "You have already imagined me giving you your money so soon, but you will go through a lot to get it. I'll give you ten times the punishment you gave me." His sinister smirk accompanied a chuckle which sent a dangerous aura through the entire room. Danger loomed in the air. No one knows what's going to happen at the next minute. "Bennet, because you chose to date my wife of all women in the world, I've sent your company's name to the appropriate agency, the government will soon force you to resign." This was the truth, he would be called for trial by the appropriate agency, then the board of directors would force him to resign. He smirked. "After you resign, I'll take over the company from you. It has been bought already by the government." Bennet sank to the ground. This was a great secret he never expected to hear. "What am I going to do now?" He cried. Elena couldn't control her tears either. Bennet was her last hope, and it was now she needed him the most that this was happening. "We will do anything for you, please don't just do this to us!" Bennet begged. "I have a lot of bills. If this happens, how will I survive?" "Well, I don't think you had such questions when you were going around, spending time with my wife. Remember last night how you hit me so badly and insulted me like I was worthless? I don't think you should think about that now." Saying this, he stood up and walked out of the room. Bennet and Elena knew they were stuck in a difficult situation.“Now, what do you think I should do to you”? Mr Gabriel asked, relaxing into his chair. Bennet and Elena stared at him with fear evident on their faces. “Have mercy on us.” They both pleaded while still kneeling down. Mark glared at them, “when both of you were talking trash, you didn't realize that this day would come, right?" He asked. “We know we have offended you, but we are very sorry”. Elena said with a remorseful expression on her face. “You were not sorry when you were attacking me and saying all those bad things while reducing my value in the presence of your friends”. Mark said. “And to think this punk Bennet had the guts to go after your wife, despite knowing fully well that she was married to you nonetheless”. Mr Gabriel said with a shake of his head. Crawling closer to him, Elena attempted to hold his feet only to be stopped by a guard. “Just give me one more chance to be with Mark and I promise to be a good wife to him and I will never do anything to upset him ever
Bennet waited for a few seconds for the call to connect before speaking up. “Hello, it's me”. He said. “Bennet?" A deep voice asked. “Yes, it is me". He replied. “What do you want?" The voice asked. “I have considered your proposal and I would like to tell you that I agree”? Bennet said. “HAHA”. The voice said in thought, causing Bennet to break out in cold sweat thinking the person on the other end had changed their mind. “I could give you twenty percent shares in my company”. Bennet said in an attempt to convince them. “Oh”? They said in surprise. “I wasn't going to reject you, but I was trying to figure out why you decided to reach out to us now”. “In that case, can I take back my offer”? Bennet asked hesitantly. “What offer”? They asked. “The offer of twenty percent of my company's shares". Bennet replied. “I don't know what you're talking about”. The person replied. “Aren't they mine already?" They asked. “Well, I…” “I will send someone to retrieve the necessary docum
Walking into the sitting room, Mr Gabriel and Mark were met with the figures of Jennet and Brown sitting down on a sofa uncomfortably. “My darling, I am so happy to see you”. Jennet said immediately she laid her eyes on Mr Gabriel while hugging him with a huge smile on her face. “When I heard that you were dead, I was so worried, I didn't know what to do. I asked some of your business associates if the news of your passing was true, and they confirmed it. I wailed so much for a very long time. I felt like my heart was dashed into a million pieces”. Jennet said dramatically. “So you actually cried for me”? Mr Gabriel asked with a raised eyebrow. “I definitely cried for you my love”. She said with her hand on her chest as she tried to express shock. “I feel genuinely offended that you will think otherwise”. She added. “I didn't say you didn't cry for me, Jennet”. Mr Gabriel said, as he sat down gently on a chair before popping some of his medication into his mouth. “I only asked if
Jennet heard Mr Gabriel, but refused to let her son go, while nudging him towards the door so she could take him away. “Stop her, and get her away from the boy”. Mr Gabriel ordered, with his guards obeying his order immediately, and restraining Jennet when she resisted. “Now continue what you were saying boy, tell me everything about your mother and lawyer Jake”. Mr Gabriel said with a smile to Brown. “Of course dad”! Brown said with a satisfied smile. “Shut up your mouth you useless idiot”! Jennet said in anger. Mr Gabriel sighed in exhaustion, as he heard that before turning to one of his guards, “can you find a piece of cloth to gag her with”? He asked. “Of course boss”. A guard said before picking up a piece of towel and gagging her with it. Jennet tried to talk through the towel, but she just couldn't utter any proper word aside from making sounds. “So tell me about her”? Mr Gabriel asked Brown. “So, she has been sleeping with lawyer Jake before she married you. I rememb
Brown exclaimed. “What was that for?” He asked, holding his gut. “You are asking me?” Jennet shouted, her face twisted in fury. “I am going to kill you. She said, diving at him with her hands outstretched. “Control yourself Jennet”. Jake said, holding her back. “This is your son, and I need to remind you that you're outside, and you could draw unnecessary attention to yourself” He said. Looking around her, Jennet realized that people were already taking out their phones to record her, so she backed off. “You just had to open your big mouth, you drunkard”! She whispered quietly through gritted teeth. “But you're my mother”! Brown said unhappily. “Shut up this instant”! Jennet replied, causing him to recoil in fear. “Jake, we have to do something about this”. She said. “And what do you suggest we do”? Jake asked with a raised eyebrow. “We should do everything in our power to make life difficult for that ungrateful old man, Gabriel”. She spat in anger. “He's just in his mid-fifti
Bennet arrived at his company angrier than he had ever been in a very long time. “Welcome back sir”. The secretary said as he walked into his office. “Get lost”! He snapped back in annoyance before opening the door to his office and walking through it. Dumping his suitcase onto his chair, he walked up to his small bar in his office and picked a beer from his fridge. “How did things turn out like that”? He asked himself with a sigh as he took a swing out of the bottle. “Everything was going perfectly, and Mr Gabriel just had to come back from the dead”! He said in annoyance before smashing his beer bottle on the wall and picking up another one. “Sir, is everything alright”? His secretary poked her head into his office with concern on her face. “Everything is alright, now get out”! He bellowed with her, shrinking her head back in fright. As if a lightbulb had gone off in his head, Bennet called her back. “Actually, get someone to clean up that mess”. He said, pointing at the pieces
“What”?! Bennet exclaimed. “What are they coming here for”? He asked.“Sir, I don't know, but they were adamant about seeing you”. Grace said.“Get the security to send them out”! He bellowed.“I wouldn't do that if I were you”. A voice said. Looking behind Grace, he saw Elena and Margaret walking into his office.“What are you both doing here? Didn't I make it clear to you that I do not want to have anything to do with you, Elena”? He asked with a scowl.“Do you want to explain to the person that just left your office”? Margaret asked with a smirk.“What are you talking about”? Bennet asked.Margaret smiled before replying. “We saw who just left and, if my memory serves me correctly, that person is probably working for some sort of crime undercover.“That's enough”! Bennet interrupted. “You can leave now, Grace”. He said to his secretary.As soon as Grace bowed and left, Bennet turned to Margaret and Elena. “What do you both want”? He asked.Smiling triumphantly, Margaret walked up to
Mark arrived at the head office of his father's company; Quantum Edge Technologies. Stepping out of his brand-new limousine before handing his car keys to the chauffeur.Exhaling with a satisfied smile on his face, he entered the company with the employees bowing down to him as he walked past them.“Welcome young master”. They all said one after the other with him acknowledging their greetings with a nod of his head.“Where is my father”? He asked one of the surrounding employees.“He should be in the boardroom”.Mark might not be extremely good-looking, but he had a natural air of confidence someone would expect from a person of his power and status. He was built like a Greek god with his chest muscles showing from behind his loosely buttoned shirt.Arriving at the boardroom door, he opened it and walked into a meeting involving his father and a handful of shareholders in his father's company.“Son, you're here”. His father, Mr Gabriel said, turning to look at him.“Yes father”. Mark
EPILOGUE : A YEAR LATER The courtroom was filled with apprehension and tension. From a mile away, one could observe and note the seriousness of the faces, how enraptured they seemed to be. The silence in the courtroom could be broken by just a pin drop, and everyone was rapt with attention, staring at the judge, the jury, the hideous criminal with beautiful eyes, slender waist, a beautiful body and the prettiest of faces, but with a heart darker than the devil's. The entire city was out for her, and everybody in the room was dying for justice to take its course. The entire courtroom was filled to the brim, and even from the outside, people were peering through the windows. It was the largest court in the city, but the turn up had been so massive that people had to look from the windows. That was the kind of reception that Karen Shapiro had garnered. A lot of people had heard her story, the murders she had committed, and how she had controlled the underworld of crime. She wa
In the days that followed, Jenett Darius felt as if she was living in a dream. She could barely respond to questions that were thrown her way, and she knew it made the chief of police genuinely worried because of the agreement she had made to testify against Karen Shapiro in the court. How was she going to be able to do that when her purpose of living was no more? When her son was no more, the child that she had birthed hadn't even lived to experience the remorse that she was feeling? The removal of the guilt that had filled her chest by turning herself in? On a sunny Monday morning, she was shocked to find the chief of police opening the door to her cell. She jolted awake, and so did Margaret Woods. She had barely spoken to Margaret since she had heard the news of her son's death, and all she had wanted was for death to snatch her too. But no matter how much she wished for it, it never seemed to come. Death knew that it wasn't time for her to go, and it was playing its part by r
But Karen Shapiro was in no state to do what she had conjured in her mind. She was brought down by a simple Roundhouse kick, and her head was pinned to the floor as the cold metal of the handcuffs clamped on her wrists. Karen Shapiro was bundled back into her room, just like the common criminal she was. ********* When Mark Darius came to consciousness, he instantly found out that his side was hurting and that he was in a hospital. The dream he had been having was the same one that had tormented him during the previous nights, Karen Shapiro pursuing him endlessly with a knife, her screams making him terrified and making him perspire profusely. By the time he managed to sit up in the white, comfortable bed he was in, he was covered in a sheen of sweat. He also acknowledged immediately that the bed he was lying in wasn't his, and that his room didn't have a speck of blue in it. He had always been a green and orange color person from the start. And those were the colors that flound
When Karen Shapiro came to consciousness, the first thing she recognized was the continuous beeping of the heart monitor machine next to her and the needle that was in her skin. Her head felt as if it had been pounded upon severally and her eyes wanted to close of their own accord. Where was she? What had happened to her? For all she knew about her being in a blue and white room that stank of drugs and antiseptic, she knew within her that she was missing something. Something was wrong. She wasn't supposed to be in the room that she was, and she knew it. But she couldn't place it. At that same moment, the door opened, revealing a nurse in a white uniform that bore kind, brown eyes. Her hair was covered with a nursing cap, and when she smiled, it was cheerful and broad, seeming to light up the whole room. It made Karen Shapiro smile slightly even though she clearly didn't want to, even though her head felt as if a thousand nails had been drilled into it. The nurse proceeded
Swallowing, he spoke those dreaded words that Jenett Darius heard in her nightmares for days, those words that seemed to stick in her mind, that had left a firm imprint in her soul. “I'm afraid your son has been found dead amongst the bodies of the dead in the aftermath of the Splendid bar shooting. He was alive when the ambulance left the bar, but he was confirmed dead on arrival at the hospital. He died from several gunshot wounds.” He paused, and Jenett Darius could only hear the blood pounding in her ears and the hammering of her chest. She couldn't believe it, she was hoping it wasn't true. But it was reality, the cuffs on her hands were real and the chief was still standing in front of her. “I'm sorry that I'm the one that has come to you bearing this sad news, Miss Jenett. I wish I could take it back, but it has already happened.” When she didn't speak, he ventured further, touching her lightly on the shoulder. It was clear that he wanted her to say something, to at least
As soon as he struck Karen Shapiro on the head with the heavy box, he knew that he had only a few seconds before he would totally black out. And that was why without wasting a precious second, Mark Darius made his way to the phone in Derek Campton's hand. Without skipping a beat, he dialed the popular emergency line, his hands trembling. The amount of blood he had lost was going to determine if he got to live or not, and Mark Darius knew that he had lost quite a lot of blood. “911, what's your emergency?” Smiling, Mark Darius was slowly embracing the darkness that was enveloping him. He was fighting to stay alive, he was fighting death, the darkness, and even though it looked bleak, he was sure that he was going to win. He was going to say his location before the darkness enveloped him completely. It had been quite a long day, and Mark Darius wanted nothing more than to lay down and rest. He had been fighting a battle which he didn't know how it was going to turn out, and t
“I can drive you to the station. I believe one of the staff can help to look after Atticus. He's eating, and as far as food is involved, he's good to go.” Sergei stared at her, slightly worried. He was just a little bit different. Even in the urgency of the moment, he was rethinking things, making sure that he wasn't leaving out any detail. He was very observant, and she could see why Mark had maintained his service throughout the years. “Are you sure? You should rest, take a shower. I assure you that Mark will be alright. He knows how to take care of himself, fight his battles if you know what I mean.” She nodded, knowing that she would do anything to know that Mark was safe and sound. He had fought for Atticus, and it was up to her to do the same for him. She would gladly do it without blinking or hesitation. “I'm certain. I need to be sure that Mark is safe and that Karen hasn't killed him yet.” Sergei nodded, finally acknowledging her pleas to follow him. He had carefully c
She didn't know why, she couldn't fathom the reason. It was probably what she had deserved, but the fact that she had been so close to getting away hurt her everyday of her life. After she closed the box successfully, she turned around to see a smiling Mark Darius, the smaller of her boxes with its edges that were made of metal in his hands. And before she could move or raise her hands in defense, the box had been slammed on her head, sending her into a darkness she had never encountered throughout her life. ********** Farida Atticus stared at her son, then smiled. Out of everything that had happened to her in the past few weeks, he seemed to be the only good thing that had emerged from it all. For the fact that he had managed to come out of the devil's lair that was Karen Shapiro's home unshattered and unharmed, there was every reason for her to be happy. Yes, her life had been a mess because of love, but there was one thing Farida found herself acknowledging. She st
But it was clear that Mark Darius was having none of it. His mind was made up, and he stared at her, his gun very much active in his hand. He was going to use it, no matter what she said. “I can give you the contract right now.” Mark Darius smiled instead, as if he knew of her plans to bolt and do something unpredictable like she had done a few minutes ago. He looked purely ready for her, her antics and whatever she was going to try next. “You should've thought about that before trying to shoot me, Karen Shapiro.” And with those words, he fired. It was a single shot, and the bullet pierced her upper arm in a jolt that sent her to the floor, holding her now bleeding hand. At that moment, Mark Darius let out a cry. He had fallen to the floor, and the gun was out of his hand. Staring at him in pain, Karen Shapiro could see that he was in pain. He was clutching his side, his knuckles completely white. Despite her bleeding arm, the sight of Mark Darius in pain seemed to give her st