I watched as his eyes closed up slowly. My uncle was gone now. I flung it aside by the chin. That was the end of that hypocrite in my life.The door opened and I turned to see who it was. Jason walked in and was about to tell me something he suddenly saw my uncle's dead body on the floor and kept mute."This..." Jason said, in a calm voice.Jason walked over to where the body lay. He lifted my uncle's arm and dropped it then did it again and again."Devon! Your ki..." I placed my hand over Jason's mouth and removed it after he got the message I was trying to pass across."You killed your uncle?" he asked, in a whisper."The bastard got what was coming to him," I replied. "I have no regret about what I did," I added."Devon. You could go to prison because of this." Jason warned. I laughed at his words."What is so funny? We are in a dangerous situation right now." Jason panicked."What is funny is the way people react to murder. When a rich man kills a poor man it is somehow considered
The car parked in the middle of the scene and turned out to have carried along with the press as they all came storming out of the car. From the driver's side of the car, a leg stepped out and then the person in question came to view completely."Miss Tamira," Simon said, not expecting to see her at all. And I must admit, even I did not expect to see her here."Officers. This man is innocent." Tamira said, taking off her glasses."I am afraid that's for the law to decide Miss Tamira Wilson." the officer, who seemed in charge, replied Tamira."We are only abiding by the law Miss Tamira," he added."Oh really? Officer if I may ask, when did this so-called murder take place?" Tamira asked."We believe it to be last night," he answered."And how did you find out about it?" Tamira asked."Through a witness." the officer answered. The press made sure to capture every moment of this in pictures and video form."Good. Very good. So can we all see your proof that he is indeed responsible for w
Mrs. Wilson POV:I knocked over the glass table as I lifted it with force with both of my hands. It smashed into pieces and I felt some pieces hit and cut the skin of my legs but I didn't care. The pain was nothing compared to the anger I was feeling.How dare she?! That little bastard! How dare she?! I tried my best to work from the background, to ruin the life of the man who thinks he can stain my image with his presence! But what did my foolish brat of a daughter do?!That's right! She threw me right in the trash! She exposed my name to the press and live to the whole world!My daughter accused me and pointed fingers at me! I will make her pay for this regardless of her being my daughter. She will face my wrath and once I see her stupid face after she returns, I will tear it apart!Right in the middle of my rage, my phone rang.I checked to see who was calling but it was from an unknown number."Hello?" I said as I answered the call."Hello madam. Madam please I need your help." th
I raised my right hand and there was silence. That was how much people respected and feared me. "I will answer your questions but only one at a time," I told the journalists. "Let that one in," I said, pointing at one of the journalists, one that I knew very well. I knew that she would surely help me get out of this scandal one way or the other. My security guards let her pass along with her cameraman as well. "Thank you for this opportunity, Mrs. Wilson," she said. "You are welcome," I replied. "Okay Mrs. Wilson, my first question goes like this. Do you have anything to do with that poor man? I mean, the one who was accused of murder. Do you know him at all?" she asked. "No. I have no idea who he is." I answered. "Thank you, madam. Now I need to know this, if you didn't know that man then how come your driver and your daughter knew him?" she asked me and I burst into tears. "It's a long story," I said as I took out a hankie and wiped my crocodile tears. "I'm sorry Mrs. Wil
"Well. Xavier, it's been a while since I last heard from you and your brother. You two are not plotting against me right?" I asked Xavier."You know we would never do that mother. You always have been and always will be the leader of the mafia." Xavier replied."You and your brother are still next in line as co-bosses. Don't forget that. Speaking of your brother, how is Alex doing?" I asked."Alex is fine. He's busy out somewhere partying. You know there is not much difference between him and Tamira. If only Tamira was not as gullible as our father." Alex said and I laughed."What can I say? I married for the money. Not for love. So tell me, why did you call all of a sudden?" I asked Xavier."Oh right. I almost forgot about that. Mr. Cranston wants to speak with you in person." Xavier answered."Why? Can't you and your brother handle things over there?" I asked him."Of course, we can. You are aware of how capable we both are but then something happened," Xavier said."Well... Alex go
"None. I haven't heard from her for two days now. I figured something must be wrong somewhere." I answered Jason."Do you think we should check on her? Or maybe her parents won't let her out?" Jason asked me."Maybe," I repeated the word. "Anyways, for now, I just want to finish eating what my friend brought me," I said and Jason laughed."Sadly, they won't give u jobs just because we look like we can't handle it or we look like we'd steal their money and run away," Jason said."Or because we look like we will chase the customers away with our stench. Jason, not even a pig rearer would hire us." I said and laughed."But still, is it not people with needs that look for jobs? If we had jobs that pay well we wouldn't look like this. And if only the money they gathered and said it would be donated to the poor was given to the poor. People can tell all sorts of lies in politics." I said."You are not wrong about that. Devon, I am sure it is not all but most of these rich people want the po
Tamira POV: I heard some noises at the door to my room and then the lock started sounding. I was wondering if mom had decided to release me. Or maybe she came to drop food just like the last two days?Either way, I do not want to end up talking to her. Even her face irritates me now and I do not even know how we are related. There is so much difference between us. Or maybe I'm just completely like my father.I quickly turned off the screen of my phone and kept it aside on top of the drawer next to my bed. I slipped my feet underneath my duvet and turned to my side, away from the direction of the door.I closed my eyes and I heard the door open. I was hearing the footsteps of more than one person walking into my room and I got confused. "Sit up Tamira." I heard a familiar voice tell me but it wasn't mother and neither was it, dad.I didn't want to answer but I had to see who it was so just as I felt like it, I sat up. It was unexpected for me to see the two people I have just seen. I
I arrived at the Wilsons' family mansion in the clothes that Tamira sent to me. I knocked and after some time the door was answered by a maid."Good day sir, how may I hold you?" the maid inquired and coughed a bit. I could see that she was struggling with something. When she couldn't hold it anymore she held on to her nose and I knew the message she was passing. Why wouldn't I stink this bad? It's not like water was constantly available for us on the side of the city we lived in."I am here for the job of a house boy," I answered."Houseboy?" she questioned and coughed like she almost choked. "No such openings here. The wrong house," she told me. "Miss Tamira herself sent for me," I told the maid."I told you there is no such opening. Anyways, hold on and I will ask her about it." the maid said and hurriedly slammed the door shut.I waited for the maid who took five minutes before returning. "Come in and follow me." the maid said to me.The maid moved aside and I walked into the m
"Okay. I'll go now." I said to mother. "Be careful," she replied as she waved at me. I went from enough and then hid among the trees before changing into city clothes. I found my eyes in the city and although I was amazed at what it looked like, I felt familiar with it. I breathed in some air and then coughed. What was that? I turned and saw a car. Smoke was coming out of the other end. I ran away from it and I almost got hit by another one which was passing by. I ran out of the way and after I did, I saw the car reverse and stop. A door opened and I ran into hiding. I watched from my hiding spot as a man came out of the car and began to yell. "Tamira," he said. I watched him give up and return to the car. The car drove away and I came out of where I was hiding. Was that man going to run me over on purpose? And how crazy can the people here get? Just came out and shouted then returned to his car. Strange. I strolled around the city, making sure not to forget the road I took to
... *FLASHBACK* TAMIRA POV: Mrs Wilson jammed me off the road and as my car crashed, some part of it jammed into my stomach. I crept out of my car in great pain. I already regretted trying to escape on my own in the first place but maybe it's better than another day with that witch. I lay on my back on the floor and the last image I saw was Mrs Wilson's face staring down at me as she stood over me triumphantly. My eyes shut down and all around me was nothing but darkness. *After that moment*I opened my eyes and found myself in a strange place. "Where... Where am I?" I questioned as I sat up and placed my palm on my aching forehead. I looked around from where I was seating up and saw that I was in some sort of shelter that looked like huts from tribes in the old days. I tried to get off what I took to be the bed but my stomach pains struck and I screamed. A woman ran into the hut."Are you alright?!" she exclaimed. I shifted away from her as she stepped closer. "Who are you?" I a
"Devon stop! Stop it!" Jason shouted and dragged me to himself. I began to punch Jason in the stomach but Jason held me tight in a hug. Tears escaped my eyes and soon I weakened. "I love her so much Jason. How can I live without her? What good is the money without her?" I whispered. I knew Jason was in pain from the punches I gave him but he did not bring it up, "you have to let her go Devon. You have to." Jason said to me, softly and I cried. "She is not dead. And I will find her." I said. I parted from Jason and looked at Mrs Wilson one last time. "Let's go," I said to them and turned away, heading out of the building. It was another one-hour drive before I reached what was now known to be my mansion instead of the Wilsons'. Mr Hamilton had already gone back home. I was about to walk into my home when Jason stopped me, "if you want I can stay back. Just to keep you company." Jason said to me. "Thank you. But I think I'll stay alone." I replied. Jason stood there until I closed
With the speed I was in, it didn't take long before I reached the police station. I hopped out of my car and pushed away the officer who wanted to approach me. I passed the gates and entered the main building. "Where is she?!" I asked the first officer I saw in the police station. "Where is who?" he questioned me. "Mrs Wilson! Where is she?!" I answered. "Why are you looking for her sir?" the officer asked me, not minding how I barged in. I left the officer standing there and went in to look through the cells. "I know you are here Mrs Wilson Wilson! Show yourself right now!" I shouted. I searched all the cells but failed to find her. I came out and walked straight to the officer I had left and I grabbed him by the collar. "How come she is not in there?! So you people dared to release her?! Die she find extra money to bribe you with?!" I yelled at the officer. "Call down sir!" the officer exclaimed. "You dare tell me to calm down?!" I replied, ready to throw a punch at his fa
"Me Devon Wilson." someone among them said my name. All the people present in the meeting got up and did not stop staring at me. "We never thought we would be in the same room with the next big thing," he spoke again. "Yes. The next big thing." Mr Hamilton said and walked towards me. After reaching where I was, Mr Hamilton saw Gale and Jason standing t the door. Mr Hamilton glared at Gale and then turned to me, "Sir what are you doing here?" Mr Hamilton asked me. "I came to ask you about Tamira," I answered. "Right now? Mr Devon, I thought I already told you about it. What happened in the past." Mr Hamilton said, almost in a whisper. We both spoke in a tone that we wouldn't be heard by the people from the meeting. "Not that Mr Hamilton. I need to find her right now." I said to Mr Hamilton. "What?!" Mr Hamilton exclaimed and then placed his hand over his mouth when he realized he shouted it. "Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen." Mr Hamilton said and came out of the meeting room wit
Just as I said that to Jason, I received a call. "Who is it?" Jason asked me. "I don't know. It doesn't say." I answered Jason. I answered the call and placed the phone on my ear, "hello?" I said. "Hello, Devon. How is your new life treating you?" the caller said. I recognized the voice to be Grenade's and I parked the car. "You bastard. Where are you?" I said to Grenade. "Who's that Devon?" Jason asked again. "It's Grenade," I answered Jason. "By the tone of your voice, I can tell you already know." Grenade said to me. "Yes, I know! How long did you think you could hide your real personality? So you were working with Mrs Wilson the entire time?!" I replied. I heard Grenade laugh from the other side of the phone, "I was once loyal but where did that get me? Nowhere! I worked next in command to Mr Cranston and what did that old fool do?! He gave all his money, all his property, to some newbie!" Grenade yelled. "And you. You of all people! You got all that and didn't even thin
"Let's just make the most of it while we still can," Jason suggested. "How do you mean?" I asked Jason. "You have a quintillion dollars cooling in your account. What do you mean how?" Jason asked me. I got what he was trying to say, "I'm not sure if it's in my account or still in Mr Wilson's account. After all, I was only told that I had a quintillion dollars in my name." I said to Jason. "Then we should ask the bodyguards about it," Jason replied. "They are just my bodyguards. What would they know?" I questioned Jason. "Let's just ask. You'll never know till you try." Jason said to me. "Call them over and ask," Jason added. I did as Jason said and called them over, "about the money I have in my name, do any of you guys know if it's in my bank account or Mr Wilson's bank account?" I asked the bodyguards. "It has already been transferred into your account hours back sir." one of the bodyguards answered me. That was fast... "See? They knew. So let's go." Jason said, excitedly.
We all sat down, except the bodyguards who remained standing. "So what is all the going on? And my friend here said something about quintillion. I don't understand anything that is happening." I said to Mr Hamilton. "Calm down sir. You will understand it all soon enough. I will explain it to you." Mr Hamilton said. "You see, Mr Wilson had always been a close friend of mine. He shared all his plans with me and I was a loyal and good enough friend to keep all he told me secretly. I knew about the switch since the beginning." Mr Hamilton said to me. "What switch?" I asked Mr Hamilton. "The switch that was made at your birth. You are the son of Mr Wilson. He soon found out about you but only after his wife had already killed your parents." Mr Hamilton explained. "He knew who I was this entire time?!" I exclaimed. "Yes." Mr Hamilton answered. "But then why didn't he say or do anything? He just let me live in poverty! He let me live with someone I thought was my uncle and he didn't
Jason forced his way through and two hefty men shut the door behind him and blocked the door from being passed by others. "What's going on here?" I asked Jason, a bit in panic. "Devon you've made it! You have finally made it big. No, you made it fat!" Jason said to me. "What? I don't understand what you are trying to say." I told Jason. "You are mad rich! Crazy rich! Bastard rich! You have a quintillion dollars in your name! The first ever to be discovered!" Jason shouted in excitement. My eyes widened in shock, "how?!" I asked in amazement. "I was shocked too but it was true!" Jason shouted and shook me back and forth with his hands on my shoulders. "Ouch!" I shouted. "Oh, sorry," Jason said and then took deep breaths trying to calm himself down. "So can you now explain to me?" I asked Jason. "No-no-no," Jason answered. "Mr Wilson's lawyer will explain everything better," Jason told me. "You mean late Mr Wilson's lawyer?" I asked, unsure of what I heard him say. "Yes," Ja