"You'll talk sooner than you think," Xavier added. "Please," I begged but they just ignored me. Mrs. Wilson took out a box. I heard clicking sounds and the box opened. Mrs. Wilson took a whip out of the box and closed it. My eyes widened with fear, "what are you going to do to me?" I asked. "Since you refuse to speak, my son will lash the truth out of you." Mrs. Wilson said to me.Xavier accepted the whip from his mother and stepped forward towards me, "spear the rod and spoil the child. That's how the saying goes right?" Xavier said and gave me the first strike with the whip. I shouted as the whip came in contact with my skin. It felt like it dragged out my skin with it as it parted from contact. Xavier swung his hand, again and again, repeating it until he was sure that I reached my limit. "Were you spying on me and my mother last night?!" Xavier yelled a question. "You stole that money didn't you?!" he added. I lost all my strength and my head hung loose like the rest of my b
"Don't be such a baby," Tamira said and took my shirt off entirely. "You need a bath first. Come to my room with me," she suggested. I looked at her in surprise, "why would I do that?" I questioned. "Devon tell me what happened to you," Tamira said and I turned away. "I guess we will follow what I say." Tamira said and I had no choice but to follow, "but what if someone saw us?" I asked her. "That's their cup of tea. And besides, my mom and brother left somewhere in a hurry just recently." Tamira said to me. That called me down and I willingly followed her. She led me to her room and she locked the door, "go in and take a bath. There's already a towel there too. It's big enough." Tamira said to me. "Thank you," I said to her and went in. I finished up and put on my trouser. I came out of the bathroom and Tamira was still waiting for me. "You're wet," she said. "Excuse me?" I said. "I mean you didn't dry yourself up properly," Tamira added. "I didn't try to," I replied. "Why?
The driver took me and Xavier to the location and I boarded the plane while Xavier returned with the driver to the mansion. When I reached my destination I immediately called my agent, "where is the officer staying?" I asked him. "I'll send you the address now Mrs. Wilson," he replied and I ended the call. The address was sent to my phone in a matter of seconds and I entered another car which was waiting for me. I gave my driver the address and he drove to that precise location. I was about to come out of my car and enter but I stopped myself. Two police officers came out of the compound. Then it hit me, of course, a man who was going to make such a speech to accuse me would be surrounded by security. I can still reach him. Just not by daylight. "Take me to my sons' mansion," I instructed the driver. He dropped me there and parked the car amongst others while I entered the mansion. I dialed the number of Mr. Cranston and he answered it, "Hello?" he said. "Fuck you and your fuck
I looked down at the corpse of the dead man in satisfaction with my accomplishment. Let's see who crosses my path next time. Bastard. I exited the house and compound and entered my car to drive away when I noticed police cars driving toward me. They went by and stopped in front of the house that I just left and I sighed in relief. I started my car and left that place. I stayed in my son's mansion for the night and slept with a light heart knowing that I got away with it and without a trace of evidence left for them. Very early the next day, I got ready and made my way back to the airport where my plane was awaiting me and I boarded it. I returned to my country and my driver took me back home. Of course, my day had to be ruined as the first thing I saw was the darn houseboy. "Good day madam." he greeted as he saw me. I ignored him and kicked some rubbish back into the part he already swept as I walked inside. My phone rang and I picked it up, "mother. Are you back yet?" Xavier a
"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