“Pamela,” Joshua called her name groaning. “You don't have to be this rude,” Joshua complained as he wrung the hand towel and cleaned her shoe. He gazed up at her, the things he found attractive about her; her strong personality residing in her sharp brown eyes. Pamela Mason flushed and darted her eyes away from Joshua. “You are just an annoying piece of shit. Don't you have any decency? JOSHUA!” She spat in an enormous tone at him. Joshua rubbed his face frustrated, belittled and chunked. He had helped her from the mess she got herself into when she got involved with the fraudsters at the hotel. They had been married after their encounter since that day upon her father's request. If only he wasn't there, she and her family company would have liquidated. He was like an angel that saved her. But now a fallen angel. “I've done nothing but support you, and yet you don't want to get your ass to work! Like who does that?!” she shouts at him. He popped his head inside the living ro
Distressed and annoyed he came home, he buzzed the gate electrode and the gate was steadily opened. He drove through the driveway to the front of the main building, his eyes sure saw the least he expected. “Dorcas, what is the meaning of this? Why is all this here?!” He questioned, after parking the car. Just like every other person she saw him as a futile being and neglected him. She hissed and walked into the house, and the mother-in-law stepped outside. “Don't shout at her pervert! What are you doing here again? You decided your fate by harassing me in the hospital earlier. Do you think I won't take action? You're screwed. I also got a call from my husband, you worthless gord! Is this how to treat your helpers?” She smeared at him. Joshua ran his hands through his face, the taunting he was receiving was enough to have him lose a rib. “I didn't mean—” He wanted to say but was interrupted. “Of course, I expected that from you, with all your filthy silly excuses, let's see who w
Joshua fiddled with his trousers and his pocket luckily he found a coin. The last penny he happened to have with him. He thought 'if I go there, Cindy would be generous and hopefully she could help me out.' He knew how she wanted to be a philanthropist one day, her dream every time she sees orphaned kids. When things were fine and business was flourishing for him, he supported her. So attending the gathering was more like her calling him to repay his kindness towards her. "Third avenue please." He said to the taxi driver as he hopped in. "Sir, fasten your belt please." The taxi driver insisted and he pulled the belt from the side of the seat and fastened it, hooking the two faces together. It was surprising to him how he got little regard from the taxi driver and not from those around him. He urged them to at least trust him, even a fallen tree tends to regenerate, but like a peanut, he was downgraded, and his wife has completely formed a scion with her family. Sleeping on the st
He adjusted in the seat, taking a better view. "I thought you had died in the car accident years ago, but I was shocked when I saw your blood matching that of mine." "My blood? How come I never recall giving you my blood." "Oh, you forget so easily. I have a rare blood group and it happened that you donated yours to the hospital out of goodwill or maybe you sold it. I became curious afterwards and asked them to trace your background." "No, no it was out of goodwill." He kicked against it. He was very charismatic. When he was growing up, having little he would share with those that were in a worse condition than he was. "So what does that have to do with you? Can you please stop the car, I need to get down, you must be greatly mistaken. Not that your blood group isn't on the universal list. And mind I'm not the only one with that blood " The driver obeyed as Mr Stark nodded his head through the rearview mirror. He halted the brake pulling over. "Lizzie, your mother, died that ni
The morning sun streamed through the window to the bed. Joshua groaned and stretched his body like he hadn't done for the last few days. He reached for his phone beside him, that is where he usually left it but couldn't find it, only to realize he connected it yesterday. "Oh no, it's after eight. What happened?" On the norm, he never sleeps this late, not when he would hear a loud thud on the door from Mrs Bridget Mason waking him up very early. He wrapped his towel around his waist, he had such a built body and his abs were sexy. He had girls flocking all over him if he was to go to a brothel or the beach, even when he had nothing, they still tripped over him. At the diner, they were all seated for breakfast. Trisha along with the mother-in-law was shoving the sausage in their mouth. Pamela mouthed. She intended to break the news that Joshua would no longer be babysitting his mother again, just then he walked in and there was a glare that set the room to a lousy thunder. "Mum,
He held his head high as he stepped out of the chamber. His face twitched into a satisfying smirk that reached the corner of his chartreuse eyes. He wasn't expecting today to be as prolific as it turned out to be. Not the slightest; his charges were cleared and aside from that, being a successor of the Stark made him more thrilled. He has thought and reasoned about how to go about the boycott on him and his business but greater plans were in stock for him. "Did we see you just coming out of there?" Brandon asked, scooping the document in his hand and handing it over to the lady that stood beside him. It was Sidney, his wife she has fine lines and dusty blond hair that would have any man swoon over her, but Joshua didn't catch a glimpse of her even when she had looked at him seductively like a whore over several occasions, The patriarchs were just looking for a loop to stick their noses. The Starks were no ordinary people in the chain, a lot marvel at how they have maintained the
"I thought you'd decided to leave after everything, barely spent a day and you've started skipping days," Victoria said tugging the smooth end of the fabric that bulged out. He didn't want the nagging that the manager was throwing at him, it was as if he intentionally picked on him because he naturally hated the Masons. "And then it sucks for you to get rejected, doesn't it?" The young girl said as she darted away from him. After some good minutes, he was already stuffing the candy foam into a transparent container following Victoria's instructions. Children these days especially the ones at the museum were out of manners and that baffled him, when he was small he begged his aunt if only he could go on the school excursion but had he participated, the home treasury would be drained and that means a flat for them for days. "That doesn't make sense 'cause I'm not dead, I'm I?" He muttered as he yanked some of the sweets wrappers and tucked them frantically inside. "Joshua! That bette
The door clicked open. "You might have been wasted coming home this late. How does it feel to work your milk bone out?" Mrs Bridget said as she relaxed on the sofa her manicured leg crossed stylishly and she tuned the television set using the remote in her hand. Trisha was with her also, "Mum it's not even him, it's Pamela, his wife." She cleared, rolling her eyes. "Good evening mother," She ignored her comment. "It's so good you've found your husband a job. I don't have to sit watching him like Mona Lisa all through." She let out pacing herself into the sofa. "Yes ma'am, I tried and he didn't hesitate, happy now?" "That is a very dumb thing to do Pamela, it's an insult to the Masons now that he is working in a museum, can you remind me of his post? What he does there…" "Not now, I'm tired and worn out from the office." She dropped her bag into the seat. "Museum! You're so shamelessly supporting that minging pillock!" "Dad knows about it and it's okay since he's getting himse
Joshua almost choking on blood, Hudson twisted the knife into his gut, he felt like he should have himself down on a cliff but on second thought he could not quite sketch out why Hudson was greedy for what was not his. "How are you going to get the Stark when it's not even yours, your identity?" Hudson curled his eyebrow right at him and then began to chuckle. "Then what? Do you think I will think of something that will just remain solely as an illusion?" He sauntered over to Joshua. , "I'm a man of my ambition." "Hudson this will be interesting as you have declared your intention." Joshua laughed, choking on blood. His heart was dark and bloody. Hudson stood there In his hand was the blood-stained dagger he raised it straight pointing at Joshua. "When you have lived your entire life claiming the identity you're not, Hudson it will be hard to live without purpose." He looked around and then back to Joshua. "That is extreme." "I know but once you're dead nothing is stopping me."
Swirling around them was a cloud of dust from the sawmill where Joshua was held hostage. When he went out to meet with Peter earlier, something came up. Peter after spending time with him induced his water with a powder, his head spun around like he'd gotten into an accident, his heart started to beat slowly like everything he had worked hard for had lost its base, and his hands wobbled his head. Banging loud like it was hit by the hardest metal. Everything was so surreal and yet so copper in his throat. What kind of liquid was he induced with? He didn't know but he knew one thing for sure, this was not a mistake or a coincidence. Peter sat at the opposite seat and watched him while everything happened unwavering, Joshua fighting for his breath was like him watching a drama, a scary one he has gotten used to at that. "I don't like to see you like this Joshua but I have no option, never trust an enemy to be your friend." Peter's voice was screechy, stretching no tension. All Joshua's
"I have an idea, Let's run the DNA test and confirm the truth about Hudson." Miss Laura contributed. "You scared the crap out of me, Miss Laura," Pamela concluded. Pamela got that served quite cold and slowly she tried to regain her strength in an oblivious way, she blinked at Miss Laura, the relationship she had with her, she was quite sure if things go out the wrong way with the DNA she will be more than screwed. Joshua with the most condescending look sipped on his drink and relaxed on the sofa. "That is brilliant, I think it will work that way." Joshua agreed. Miss Laura and Joshua almost in unison glided their sight to Pamela. "What?! You're not expecting me to get it are you?!'' She shrugged, choking on her saliva. Pamela turned to look at Miss Laura. After what happened last night she couldn't get any closer to Joshua without it being suspicious. She huffed and rested her hand to the side of her face, her head hung in a sluggish tired way on the desk and Josh
Joshua was still shocked by Miss Laura back slashing attitude toward him. "Let me see what you have there." He said and Miss Laure forwarded her iPad to him. He read through it carefully then sighed. As if knowing what was going on he stared straight at Miss Laura. "Don't be like that." "Don't be like how we have gone this far and to think that some bastard is sitting up there… if this had no impact on you. You do it does on me, I can't let Hudson take charge." She clenched her jaw and felt the electric shock rifle up her jaw. "I will see what I can do about it." "Coward." Miss Laura hissed behind his back and he left her alone in the office entry. —--- "I can't believe this,'' Hudson said and he clasped his hands together while getting closer to the lady in front of him. "What do you believe?" Pamela scoffed. "The fact that you want to have me ruined or the fact that you figure out your dream will come true." Pamela bit her bottom lips, the word hurting through her mo
Joshua flew his gaze right at the mirror where he was unbuttoning his shirt, "It has already begun." He clenched his hand around the curtain and turned to give a second glance at the west wing of the room he had allocated to Pamela while they were there together. He pulled his suitcase towards himself and then dropped it, what if there was no reason for him? Likely he won't want to go back just as he thought about it closely. Every muscle in his body throbbed. But something like a weave of the thread was dragging him back. He wouldn't be able to make it and if he turns back now it means that everything he had worked hard for during his period while staying right here in Sheffield was nothing but a wasted time. The nun Mary has to meet with her as soon as possible to figure out more in regards to his twin brother. Could Hudson be lying, his medical report didn't reveal that he had any genetic disorder. But there was a chance that he fabricated it. He had to meet the nun. And his fligh
"What is the name of the disease?" Joshua asked but the nun didn't reply to him. He put his hand against the counter with a vase and asked again. "What is the name?" His brow tint demandingly. "I'm sorry but that is all we could find, I can't pronounce it but I have everything emailed down to you. Got to take a look at it." The nun muttered. Joshua gulped, his eyes lingering relentlessly, If Joshua finds that what he thinks is true then it means. . . Well, he was too deep into his sleep with the call came in, his voice was trying to sound normal. Joshua couldn't quite think well enough. He let out a deep sigh and shifted to the side without letting the suspense die off, the nun vanished and killed the call. "Alright, Thank you, sister Mary. I quite think you have done enough." Joshua said over the phone and ended the call he dropped his phone by his side, in a toss that showed he wasn't sure what to do at the moment hen then let himself dribble his hand off his face as he fucking
Pamela swat her hand to her face, she thought they were way past that. This hurts more than she could figure, what in God's name! Even as she feels her heart slamming against her rib cage and sweat dribbling down her spine. She forced a smile on her face. "What?" "I'm reminding you, did you send the note I told you to?" Joshua showed no restraint, his voice was purely authoritative, Pamela's eyes met his folded gaze she broke before she ran her hand along her jaw scratching through it as if there was a complete cold she had met the harbinger of death. "Yes, yes of course I was just going from there. It slipped my mind that I didn't let you know." Joshua's brow rises and she takes a step back as he takes a step towards her. Joshua's hand dribbled from his side and raised to touch the lips of the Pamela jacket that she wore. "You should lay this properly." He said then turned his back. Pamela clicked her fingers to the heart of her hand. Joshua's gaze was on her
Pamela walked the entry street by the woods, she sighs as her eyes catch the bus stop not far from where she stood, her hand to her knees and her forehead dripping with sweat. She doesn't know whether to say summer in Vancouver was far better but here her whole body is soaked up. "Thank heaven there is a bus stop right there." She dug her hand into her pocket and pulled out the hole from her pocket. Her head shook, she had no single glimpse of what Joshua's intentions were when he asked her to deliver the letter and what was inside the letter might bother her to try to figure out more but she dug it deeper inside her coat. "I shouldn't look beside it's not intended for me." She shakes her head and drops her hand from her pocket. Her superficial attempt to hold everything under her baby was a kind that feels so hefty. She finds herself fitted on the bench, beside her stood men who were dressed heftily, their voices the dark chrome of their dressing. Pamela blinked up wit
"It feels like we need a safe word," Pamela said the lines around her eyes slowly fading. "I wouldn't allow it, neither of us is allowed to walk out and go the way we were before we boarded on this plane, we can't and you know how this trip is secret." "Okay pick it, what is our safe word?" Pamela anticipated tirelessly, she knew more than anyone that she got on this plane for her own reasons. Mind blown Joshua shrugs. "I'm as surprised as you are. I wouldn't know any, come on figure out one I will just have to live by the way." "What about blue for when it's right and red for when it's not," Joshua suggested, the scowl Pamela three his way we're oddly penetrative beyond his flesh. "Random as hell." "I like where this is headed already. Don't forget it's not a date." "We're going to Sheffield and they're known for their extra cautious lifestyle. It wouldn't help us last some days without getting discovered." She shrugs. Joshua grinned. "What is