"Yes sir. Of course." I answered. Wilson and moved aside to let him in. Mr. Wilson came inside, observing all that was around. Luckily for me, I cleaned up the mess Xavier made long before now. "I like what you did with the place." Mr. Wilson joked and I laughed. "I'm sorry that you have to live in the attic. I don't know what is wrong with my wife and why she hates you." Mr. Wilson said. "When you are as poor as me, it's easy to be hated, sir. I'm used to that treatment from others." I said. "I just need a breakthrough in my life. Even God knows that I have suffered overdue." I added. Mr. Wilson looked at me with pity in his eyes, "and your breakthrough will be provided at the right time. Be sure of that." Mr. Wilson said. "Sir, I'm sorry that you have nowhere to sit. I apologize for keeping you standing." I said. Mr. Wilson chuckled, "if I wanted to sit, I'd already had my butt on the floor once I came in. I'm okay like this." Mr. Wilson said. "Devon," he called my name. "Sir?
"Mr. Wilson looked at me as if in deep thoughts on my words and understanding so far. He smiles as if about to laugh, " Are you sure you haven't been to school young man? Don't pull my leg in this." Mr. Wilson said and I smiled back. "No. I haven't." I answered. "You sound like a very well-educated person. And Devon, such talent is not one I'd like to see waste away." Mr. Wilson said. "I'm offering you again to come and work in one of my companies." Mr. Wilson said. "I'm sorry sir but I'm okay with where I am. I want to start everything in my life with my own hands." I replied. Mr. Wilson chuckled, "you know, there are people who will rush at this opportunity. It is being presented to you on a golden platter but still, you say no?" Mr. Wilson questioned me. "I explained to you before sir. That I have an unachieved goal. Right now, that has taken up every criterion for me." I said to him, in response. "And still I do not understand what kind of goal it is that will not allow one
Barely before I could even start my car, I received a phone call. I checked to see who it was and I saw Thomas' name there. The same Thomas that was supposed to marry my daughter in five days now. I wonder why he was calling me all of a sudden. I picked up and placed the phone on my ear, "well, good day madam." Thomas greeted me. "Good day Thomas. What appears to be the problem?" I asked him, just waiting for him to state his business. "You see... I called to make it known to you that I will not be marrying your daughter anymore." Thomas said, into the phone. "I see... And why, if I may ask, is that?" I replied. "I don't have interest in her anymore. That's why. I have met someone better... I mean someone else. No one is better than your daughter of course. I just don't deserve her." Thomas said in a frightened tone and stammering. "Okay. I understand your decision. Love is important after all." I said to him. "You think so madam?" he asked me. "Of course I do. I know so. I wis
"Okay dear, I'll have the first sip," I said and tried to adjust myself when I faked spilling the juice by mistake on my husband. "Oh my goodness! I am so sorry. I'll handle it! Just wait here." I rushed to say. I left the room into his kitchen and I sighed in relief. I took a hankie that I saw and returned to clean off the stains. I cleaned it all up as Wilson went into the bathroom to change clothes. By the time he returned, I was already done cleaning the bed sheet. "Please forgive my clumsiness. I didn't mean to do that." I said to my husband. "I'll just go and get another glass," I said. "It's okay dear. Just let it go," he said to me. "Nonsense. You have to get a fulfilled wish. We can't just stop halfway." I said and returned to the fridge. I poured out another glass and this time without mixing any substance into it, I went back to my husband and as I expected, he wanted me to have the first sip. I hesitated, just for good measure, but then I took a small sip in front of
Nighttime arrived and I found myself standing in front of my husband's room door with a knife in my gloved hands. I knocked first, just to know if he was still awake. No response came after the first and second knock and that concluded me that he was asleep. I slowly opened the door and stepped into the almost pitch-black room. I slid open the curtains and moonlight shone into the room. My husband was sleeping peacefully on his bed. Little did he know that it was his last sleep. I drew his blanket down from his face and knew immediately that I was being played. "What?!" I exclaimed in surprise and a whisper. Under the blanket was only a bunch of pillows arranged to deceive me. My senses kicked in and I moved aside, immediately grabbing hold of the mysterious person who was about to attack from behind. I pinned the person to the bed and kicked away the bat which had fallen from his hand. I grabbed his hair and lifted his face upwards to see. The kind of shock that ran through my b
I looked away from the dead body and kept my gaze on my blood-covered hands. I couldn't speak a word at all. I sat like a dummy until I heard the sirens. The constant sounds from the sirens broke into my thoughts and I came back into reality. I turned frantically, looking around the room as I remained seated in one spot. I saw Tamira's phone in their hand of Xavier and he had a cunning smirk on his face when my eyes met his. Even Mrs. Wilson looked like she had just disposed of her problems. She had a conquering look on her face. "He is the one! Take him away!" Xavier yelled to the police. The police had their guns pointed at me, all ten of them, as one came forward and put handcuffs on my hands. All this while I tried to speak but no word came out of my lips. It was only after I was taken outside the mansion that my voice returned. They tried to push me into the police car but I used my leg to push myself away from their car by stepping on their car. "Stop! They are lying! I di
"Well-well-well, what do we have here?" the biggest of them said. There was a total of three men in the cell and they were all very muscular. "It's a newbie." another said. All three of them had tattoos on their chests which I thought were their names. "What are you in for? the third, tattooed Peter, asked me. At first, I tried to ignore them. I walked passed them and sat on the floor, leaning on the wall. They all looked taken aback by my action that it took them a full minute to say something. " What the hell?" the second, tattooed, Clark, said, in a questioning tone. "Boys? It appears to me that we have a tough one here." the biggest among them, tatted Mark, said, cracking his knuckles. He kept his eyes on me like he was indirectly calling me dead meat. "When a question is asked, you have to answer it," Mark said. He grabbed my shirt with on hand and easily lifted me I could no longer feel the ground under my feet. With both of my hands, I got hold of his and tried to force h
There was a brief silence and after that a knock which made my heart jump out of my chest, "Tamira?" my mother's voice called from the other side of the door. I quickly moved away from the door the moment the door handle moved. Thankfully, I had locked myself in before. But now I didn't know what to do. Should I stay in bed and pretend like I don't want anyone bothering me or should I open the door? I reached for the door handle with shivering hands. I touched it and then withdrew the moment it shook again. "Tamira?" mom called out to me again. My lips shook, unsure of whether I should answer or not. Mother and Xavier had framed Devon in the real fact. Devon was innocent. I just knew it. I knew this couldn't be true. I rushed to my bed and covered myself in my blanket. "Leave me alone!" I mumbled. "Tamira what are you doing in there? Please open the door." mom begged. I knew she was only putting up an act. and played along with her. "Tamira please come out. Dad is gone, I get it
"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