I took a bath and returned to the living room. There was no one and so I figured they would be in the dining room.I stooped to a maid and asked her for directions to the dining table and she gladly guided me. I reached there and all three members of the family were having breakfast.I went to stand behind Tamira's seat and watched as they all ate."Can you just give me some space?" Tamira asked me."Yes miss Tamira." I answered and took a step back, "Gosh! Not like that. I meant you should go away. Allow me to eat in peace without having you spoil my appetite by being here. I am not going anywhere yet so don't bother me while I am eating." Tamira complained.Before moving to any other place, I had to look over at Mrs. Wilson for her permission. Mrs. Wilson gave me an approving nod and I left.I quickly got bored of standing in the living room and decided that maybe I would go to Mrs. Wilson's room and search just a little while she ate in the living room.I made a step towards the st
I threw Xavier's hand down and watched as he stood speechless and stared down at the mess I made on the floor. "Bravo, well put." Mrs. Wilson's voice sounded, just as I had expected it to. "Though I never expected you to treat my son that way that was very impressive." Mrs. Wilson said to me. "Thank you, Mrs. Wilson," I said. "But there is yet another thing I do not understand." Mrs. Wilson added. "How is it that you are not surprised?" she asked me and I grinned. "Anyone with a brain would have predicted this to happen, Mrs. Wilson," I said to Mrs. Wilson and then looked at Xavier. "Your son here doesn't look like one to show love and kindness to his employees, or rather in this case, his mother's employee. That was why it was easy to figure out that the whole thing was only a test by you." I explained. "Interesting. You have the brain for that job of yours." Mrs. Wilson. "Almost towards a suspicious point," Xavier said as he walked up to me. We stared at each other, eyeball t
Xavier POV:My mother pushed me and slammed the door in my face. She had never done this to me before and that stupid bodyguard was the reason she did it today.I have to do something about him or else he might just take away my chances of being the only heir to the gang left. I know my mother well and if she starts to see the bodyguard as better than me then he will take over everything. I left that place and went into my bedroom. I took out my phone and dialed a number I thought I would never dial again. "Long time no see eh Xavier." the voice sounded from the other side of the phone. "I never saw this day coming that I would call you for a job," I said to him. "I told you back then that you are going to need my help. And you know what? I will help you except it's going to cost you a lot more than usual." the voice said. I will pay you anything as long as you get the job done."I said to him. "Well? Let's hear it," he said to me. Devon POV: The next morning, Tamira came out o
86The very next day, I was woken up from sleep by a group of people and informed that they were going to get me ready for the wedding. There was a group of women as well but they were not her for me. They were here for Tamira. I left with the men while Tamira was surrounded by those women the moment she stepped out of her room. The men took me to a separate room and made me take a good bath before they could start. Mrs. Wilson entered the room right after I had put on the suit for the wedding. "Nice. Very nice. Is this the best available?" she asked one of the men. "We just thought that this one would match him best," he replied to her. "Nonsense. He must look his best for the wedding." Mrs. Wilson said and looked through the other batches. "Here you go. Try this one." Mrs. Wilson said, giving me a suit from the others. I took it from her and the room door flew open. "Xavier!" Mrs. Wilson shouted his name. "I thought you said it was going to be a contract marriage! Why all th
I dialed the same number that I had dialed before and he picked up, "hello, change of plans. It's no longer a contract wedding as I had thought. " I thought little mommy's boy knows all his mommy's plans. Mommy didn't think it necessary to tell her baby boy the truth this time?" he asked me in a mocking tone of voice. "Shut up you fool!" I yelled at him."Hey! Don't you dare raise your voice at me! You know how risky it is for me to go there!" he yelled back. I took a deep breath in and released it in a sigh, "fine. Sorry about that." I said. "That's better," he replied, annoying me. "Where are you right now?" I asked him. "Hold on and I will send you the address of where we should meet up," he said to me. I ended the call and waited. My phone beeped and I checked it. The address was only a bit far. I put my phone in my pocket and rushed down the stairs. I ended up bumping into Roco the moment I exited the building, "what the hell?!" I shouted angrily. I saw that he was not al
"Nice to see you again Roco," Mustapha replied. "Why are you here?! Was it Mr. Cranston who sent you to kill me or what?!" I asked him. "Sometimes I wonder why you are his favorite. You are too stupid for my liking but yeah, since you want to know what is happening then I will tell you as you'll already be dead soon." Mustapha said as I stared daggers at him. "Your 'almost' brother-in-law sent me to do this. He hates you and doesn't even care that I will be the one marrying his sister." Mustapha said to me. "Why? What is it that he knows?" I asked Mustapha."How would I know what's in his head? Now stop asking stupid questions and sit down!" Mustapha ordered, still pointing his gun at my face. I knew all too well that Mustapha would not use the gun. People around would hear it. I sat on the floor and Mustapha approached me with a rope and was about to tie me when I made a move. Unfortunately, I missed and Mustapha was still boss of what would happen to me at that moment. "I see,
After a while, Mustapha started to lower his hands. He smiled and picked up the suitcase he had dropped. "You do not have the balls to pull that trigger," he told Xavier. "Or do I?" Xavier said and pulled the trigger as he aimed it at Mustapha's left leg. Mustapha let out a loud cry of agony and fell on his ass as he gripped his foot and cried out, "fuck! Fuck you! Son of bitch! What did you just do to me?!" Mustapha yelled. "I shot you. That is what I did. And you had a better mind that dirty language of yours when you are around me because it might be your last." Xavier threatened. "How... What sort of a gun is that?!" Mustapha asked Xavier. "Oh? This little thing?" Xavier said. "Just something that my gang had been working on. Can you believe it? We finally succeeded." Xavier answered. "With this new creation and others as well, we can easily take over the entire Mafia," Xavier added. "Mr. Cranston will hear about this. You and your family will go down the drain once we turn
Devon POV: The wedding reception got over and we were back in the mansion once again. Tamira had been silent throughout the whole thing and appeared to be very sleepy. We went to her room together and she entered while I stood at the door. A few minutes later, Mrs. Wilson came to me. "What are you doing?" Mrs. Wilson asked me. "I'm guarding Tamira's room just as I used to," I replied. Mrs. Wilson gave me an awkward look, "guarding her room?" she questioned. "Yes, " I answered. "Get in there. You are her husband now and you have the right to sleep in the same bed with her." Mrs. Wilson said to me. "On the bed. Not on the floor. I will still keep coming to check." she added. "Yes madam," I said and opened the door. Tamira had not locked it. I walked up to her bed and stared down at her. She was already asleep. I lay there decide her and with a distance. Mrs. Wilson watched for a while and then left. Mrs. Wilson POV: The more I torture Tamira then the greater chance I would hav
"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