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
"Not even if you offered me a million will I accept," I said to Mrs. Wilson. "Look, Devon, let's face the fact here. The truth remains that no matter what your answer to the judge is, I will still have my way." Mrs. Wilson told me. "So why do you need me to say that I am guilty of it?" I asked her. "Isn't it simple? It's because it means less work for me. Not just less work but also less camera time." Mrs. Wilson said.Little did she know that I wanted all that she was trying to avoid. More social media attention will only boost what I have planned for the future. Because once I get married, once I have it all and I shred them to nothing, people will look back on this day and question it. With that amount of power and riches, whatever I say stands as the truth just like Mrs. Wilson is doing to me now. Every bad deed, every evil crime that was committed by her and her son will get out in the open. Everything will consume them until they are dust even before the eyes of the poor th
"Mrs. Wilson has been using us in jail, turning us into beasts to take care of people she sends to jail. And each time we do a job, she denies us what she earlier promised. Other times, she promised money but this time it was our freedom." Clark explained. "So why is it that you all continue when you are all well aware that she will not keep her side of the bargain?" I asked them. "Hope," Mark said. "We've had it ever since," Mark added. "Hope is the only thing that has been keeping us going and without it we... We don't know what else to believe in." Peter said to me. "But seeing you... How you are capable of standing by the truth even when you know it won't work out, that lit a spark in us." Mark said to me. He got up and the other two did the same, "starting from today, we seize to work for Mrs. Wilson. No matter what!" Mark declared. "Yeah!" Peter and Clark shouted in agreement. The three of them joined their hands together and turned to me. "Get I here," Mark told me. I ste