Staring askance at the window, Alex Waynee shuddered in shock.Standing before him was lady Karen Douglas and Donald Douglas, they seemed to be shouting at Alex Waynee but the sound proof glass was there to muffle the sound of their voices.Stepping out of the car he shutted the door immediately behind him immediately in a bid to keep Sandra Douglas safe and free from the brewing tempest."You little bastard.""You are an animal, you see what you have caused, you just ruined the public image of my precious granddaughter." Lady Karen Douglas words were laced with anger, each tore at his soul like a thousand Spartan arrows laced with Scorpion venom.Staring at him intently, Lady Karen Douglas ran towards him with the umbrella she had, but Donald Douglas immediately restrained her."Just leave my granddaughter's life alone…she has gotten a maid…let her be." The voice of Lady Karen Douglas was still laced with venom.Moments later…Alex Waynee is driving Sandra Douglas home, who was still
"Who is that calling you, Alex Waynee" Sandra Douglas asked. Her face etched with curiosity."It's no one important." Alex Waynee lied, trying hard not to make any eye contact with her."Well if it's no one important as you claim, prove it to me by picking up the call right here and right." Sandra Douglas voice is laced with a mix of curiosity and anxiety.Alex Waynee stared at her in bewilderment, immediately the implications of him picking up the call and exposing his Secret of being both the mystery CEO of Elvis Global Empire and the mystery rich fellow hung in the air.The air crackled with tension as Alex hesitated, caught between the pressing call from Eric Raymond and the delicate balance of secrecy he'd maintained. His mind raced, weighing the consequences of revealing his closely guarded identity.Sandra's gaze bore into him, a mix of curiosity and a hint of suspicion flickering in her eyes. The fleeting moment stretched into an eternity, the silence between them pregnant wit
"Alex Waynee, Last night Young Belmar was kidnapped in the mansion." Eric Raymond's voice finally broke the suspense.His voice laced with trepidation.Alex Waynee's heart skipped a beat, as the phone almost fell off from his shoulder."What!" His scream caused Sandra Douglas to shudder in trepidation."Alex Waynee! What is going on?... what are you hiding?" Sandra Douglas asked, she was already getting anxious from the whole thing happening inside the car seemed suspended in time, the revelation hanging heavy in the air like an impending storm. Sandra's voice echoed with urgency and concern, her eyes fixed on Alex Waynee, demanding answers.In that moment, everything stood still for Alex. The weight of the situation crashed upon him like a tidal wave. His carefully guarded life, the layers of secrecy he'd built, threatened to unravel in an instant."Sandra can you trust me this once…it's nothing of much just a little issue the Molly's Cafeteria, where I work." His voice laced with
Standing before the car were Sandra's parents, Mr Robert and Mrs Mary, they hadn't slept since they returned from the event where Mr Louis had embarrassed their daughter. Their faces were etched in anger and frustration.Pacing around the house was Mrs Mary, her heart throbbing fast as she walked over and over the freshly mowed lawn in front of the apartment.One could really see the frustration and pain etched across Mrs. Mary's usually serene face. Her steps were jagged, a stark contrast to the usual grace in her movements. Each pace mirrored the racing beat of her heart, echoing the turmoil within her.Meanwhile, Mr. Robert stood rigid, his usually genial countenance transformed into a mask of steely resolve, jaw clenched tight in anger.The weight of the night's events bore down on him, etching lines of tension upon his brow.Together, they formed a tableau of parental anguish, their shared worry for Sandra weaving an unspoken narrative of protectiveness and concern.The air aro
The next day was Saturday, Alex Waynee and Sandra Douglas woke in a hotel room.Opening his eyes, Alex Waynee was met an opulent chandelier hanging above his head.The chandeliers light shimmered across the luxury room like a celestial dance, casting intricate patterns of radiance that pirouetted across every surface.The chandelier's crystals refracted the light into a thousand miniature rainbows, each fragment painting the room in a kaleidoscope of colours. It was as though the sun itself had descended from the heavens to weave a tapestry of brilliance, illuminating the room with a splendor that felt almost otherworldly. Every corner, every piece of furniture, every delicate ornament basked in this ethereal glow, turning the space into a sanctuary of opulence and grace.Standing up abruptly from the bed, Alex Waynee stared askance at Sandra, who was lying just by his side.Staring at her, he thought,'Does it mean that we slept on this bed?' His thoughts raced as he stared askance
Staring askance at Alex Waynee, Sandra Douglas said," Alex Waynee I don't really like guessing things." Her voice was barely above whispers but laced emotions.Alex Waynee walked up to her,"Have you been crying?...What is wrong with you?" His voice was barely above whispers.He stared with emotions at Sandra's tear-streaked face, her eyes shimmering with unshed emotions that threatened to spill over at any moment.His concern deepened as he noticed the faint tremble in her voice, a delicate quiver that betrayed the turmoil within her. With a gentle touch, he brushed away a tear that clung to her cheek, his gaze softening as he searched her eyes for answers, his own reflecting a mixture of empathy and worry."It's really nothing Alex, I just remembered everything that happened yesternight and I just couldn't hold back my emotions." She said as she placed her head his perfectly chiseled chest.Patting her gently on her back, Alex Waynees said,"It's Okay…everything will get better somed
"I think we should just go back home." Alex Waynee said as he stared askance at the phone."Your whole family has been calling you, they must be very worried about your whereabouts." Alex Waynee's voice was barely above whispers, as he continued gazing at the phone.Turning around immediately, he gazed at Sandra Douglas and gave her the phone.Staring askance at Alex Waynee, she said,"Thanks, but I can't go back to that house…I mean how can my dad and mom be this ill-minded toward me?"Sandra Douglas asked, her eyes were ablaze as though they held an unquenchable fire within, burning with the intensity of a thousand suns. "I refuse to return to a place where my right to whom I wish to marry or spend the rest of my life is unminded, where my very essence is seen as a threat, especially by my Grandmother."Sandra said, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and hurt.She clutched the phone in her hand, the device a symbol of both connection and disconnection from her family. "I have t
"How did this get into this bag?" Alex Waynee asked, his feet wobbling as stared at the open bag from afar.Stepping closer, he summoned a little bit of courage and unzipped the bag properly, sticking his hands into the bag, he brought out a white paper boldly written: Your father, Lord Douglas is alive, make out time to come see him.Staring at the message, he shuddered, he couldn't believe his eyes as he stared askance at the White paper and the message.Hearing the footsteps of Sandra Douglas echoing from the corridor towards the room, he immediately hid the paper and zipped the bag and pretended nothing was wrong.Stepping into the room, Sandra Douglas glanced at him before stepping into the bathroom for her shower.Moments later….That night, Alex Waynee couldn't sleep at all, his eyes wouldn't dare Flicker as he stared wide at the ceiling.'How did Sherlock even get into our hotel room?...and this message is weird, is Lord Douglas truly alive?... What is Sherlock really up to?'