"Madam is there a problem?" I asked her. "Shut up!" If you speak again I will push you out of this car!" Mrs. Wilson yelled at me. I laughed at her inwardly. We arrived at the mansion and she stumped inside angrily until she entered her room and slammed the door heavily. I could only laugh as I watched her. Mrs. Wilson POV : How possible can this be? I knew that Devon looked so familiar. What information about me must he secretly be feeding my daughter in that place? I searched through the box under my bed and took out a picture of Devon. I placed it on my bed and then went to search through the bottom drawer of my wardrobe. After a while, I found what I was looking for and I had to compare the two pictures. Long have I hidden this picture, a picture of the couple I killed. The couple that used to live in that same spot as I saw today. I looked at the photo of the husband and wife and then their son. I looked at the picture of Devon, back to the couple's son, and then back at D
"What are you talking about mom? What do you mean by Alex?" Tamira asked Mrs. Wilson. "What sort of a question is that?! Are you crazy or something?!" Mrs. Wilson replied. Tamira looked strangely at her mother and went closer to her. Holding Mrs. Wilson's hand in hers, she looked deep into Mrs. Wilson's eyes, "mom, I understand that Alex left home for a long time and you miss him a lot but this is too much." Tamira said to Mrs. Wilson. "What the hell are you trying to say?!" Mrs. Wilson yelled. Tamira burst into tears and sat weakly on her bed. I knew and understood what Tamira was playing at and so I joined in, "madam, my apologies for getting involved in your family issue but is everything okay with you? Miss Tamira here was only talking to a friend of hers on the phone." I said. "Yes! And you heard her say Alex did you not?!" Mrs. Wilson asked me. "No madam. She said, Camila." I replied Mrs. Wilson. "Are you trying to mess with my head?" Mrs. Wilson asked me. "I know what I
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,