"Yes madam." the maid answered.
"Okay. You can leave." Mom said to the maid. The maid left and mom turned to dad.
"You can sit down now." Mom told dad and he sat.
"Why did the maid need to disinfect the sofa?" Dad asked mom as she sat beside him and I sat on a different sofa.
"Tamira brought in some filth earlier today." Mom said.
'What filth?" Dad asked.
Knowing that mom was referring to Devon, I had to oppose immediately. "Devon is a human being, not filth mom," I said to her.
"Yes, a very dirty human being." Mom said.
"You brought someone inside the mansion in my absence?" Dad asked me.
"And not just anyone dear. Tamira brought a poor dirty nobody into the mansion. He didn't even have any footwear on. He left his footprints everywhere." Mom said.
Dad ignored her.
"Why?" he asked me.
"Dad, I hit him with my car by accident and that's why I brought him inside. Just to help him out and make sure he was okay. We are friends now." I explained.
"That was very sweet of you dear. I am proud to call you my daughter." Dad said.
"What?!" Mom exclaimed.
"Are you going to support that?!" Mom questioned dad.
"Why not? She is doing the right thing? And what's wrong with her making friends?" Dad replied to mom.
"Nothing. As long as it is people of her class," she told dad then turned her attention to me and stood on her feet.
"I don't want to see you anywhere near that man or else you will regret it." Mom said.
"What will you do mom?! What will you do?! I can mix up with whoever I want and there is nothing you or anyone else can do about it!" I yelled.
"Tamira do not raise your voice at me! I am your mother! I forbid you from going to the poor people's side of the city again! I will cut all your allowance and fire you if you repeat the same mistake!" Mom yelled.
"How did you know where I was?" I asked her.
"That doesn't matter. All I know is that you will not be seen anywhere near those poor people. You should know what level you are and those people are not quarter way up to you. We are the richest and most powerful family ever known. One day the paparazzi will take photos and your stupidity will dent our image." Mom argued.
"You aren't the boss of me mother," I said.
"I am," she said.
"No, you are not. You are just a leech feeding off of dad. Remember you were not rich when dad married you." I stated.
"Tamira!" Dad exclaimed.
Mother stepped forward and slapped me. I held on to my cheek, teary-eyed, and stared back at her.
"Don't you ever speak that way of me? I am your mother and I own you. I don't ever want to see that poor man near you again and that is final." she warned.
"Watch me," I said and went upstairs. I grabbed my handbag and went down the stairs again.
"Where do you think you are going?!" Mom yelled but I ignored her. I stood beside my car and was about to call my driver when something suddenly came up in my mind.
The driver. The driver is the one giving my mother information about me.
I decided to take a cab instead and I told the security guard to open the gate. He did just that and I flagged a cab.
The cab took me to Devon's place. I looked in through his window but there was no one inside, not even his uncle. Just then I received a phone call from one of my friends and I picked up.
"Where are you girl? We are waiting for you in front so we can all go in together." her voice sounded from the other side of the phone. It was a noisy background.
"Hold on just a little. I will be there soon." I said and hung up.
I returned to the cab and directed him to the club I was talking about. I still wondered where Devon and his uncle must have gone to. I paid for the cab and came out of it.
Thankfully, I was already dressed up and ready to go before my mother got on my nerves. If I didn't, then I would have arrived here looking like a mess instead.
"You didn't come with your car?" one of my friends who spotted me approaching them asked.
"No. I preferred to take a cab right now." I replied.
"Another issue with your mom?" she asked.
"Yeah. That same thing about me hanging with people my level." I said to her.
"You know, your mother isn't necessarily wrong." another friend said.
"Who's side are you on? My side or my mother's side? Let's just go in." I said to him, in an angry tone.
"Whatever girl. Just keep it on the low. This place is too dangerous for you to get drunk." she replied to me, knowing my weakness whenever I get angry.
All three of us stepped into the club with me in the middle and we instantly became the center of attention.
"This is way too easy." one friend whispered.
"It's almost tiring." the second said.
"Just pay no attention to them for tonight. I'm buying. Today's fun is a girls' night out. need to mess around with dumb guy's pocket tonight I said and smirked.
We went to the bar and sat there in front of it.
"A bottle of diamond jubilee for the three of us," I said. The bar attendant looked at me in total shock.
"Uh... Miss? That is the most expensive we have here." the bar attendant said.
"You think I don't know how much my alcohol is?" I asked, staring him down angrily.
"Miss, just to be clear, the alcohol you are asking for costs two hundred thousand dollars. Are you sure about it?" the bar attendant asked me and I raised my hand to slap him.
My friend held my hand down. "What is wrong with you Tamira? Just calm down a bit." s,e said.
"If I were you, I'd do as she says and quit it with the questions." the second friend said.
The bar attendant brought out my order and took out three glasses. He filled all three glasses and kept the bottle there for us.
I grabbed my glass and raised it. "Cheers girls," I said.
"Cheers!" the both of them replied in unison. For a while, we sat and just enjoyed the booming music but then two rich-looking men came and offered my friends to dance. They both took the hands of the guys and said they'd be back.
After a while, a good-looking man dressed in a suit that screamed a million dollars came and sat down beside me.
Some minutes passed by and I kept taking glass after glass of alcohol, feeding the anger in me."Isn't that a little too much babe?" the man beside me asked. I ignored him as I gulped down what remained in the glass I was holding. I took the bottle in my hand and the man next to me held my hand."Hey! Let go of me!" I yelled at him and he did just that.I stuck my tongue out at him and he just returned it with a disgusted look. "What you are doing is not lady-like and you can't handle your liquor," he said."You are not the boss of me," I told him."Really? How about I take you home with me. I don't think you can walk home in this condition." the man said and I got on my feet, staggered forth and back a bit then vomited on his suit.He bolted up to his feet and looked down at the mess on his suit. "Do you have any idea how much that costs?!" he yelled at me.I laughed, hiccupped, and emptied my bottle on his shoes. "Stay away from me. All you care about is money." I said. I tried to
Tamira got on her feet and so did I. We both stepped out of my house and went to meet the man."Tamira! How are you?! I hope that brute did not touch you." he exclaimed so dramatically."No Thomas. Devon would never do anything bad to me." Tamira said to him. "Just take me home," she added.Thomas opened the front door so Tamira could seat beside him in the front but instead of going in, Tamira opened the door to the back seat and sat the. Thomas was annoyed by her action but didn't say anything. He shut the door and went round to the driver's seat, giving me a warning look before sitting and closing the door.They drove off and just as they did, I saw my uncle returning. It seemed to me like he was hiding or something.Uncle Francis went inside, completely ignoring me as he passed by and shut the door. At the same time, I spotted Jason approaching. Remembering the assignment I gave him, I also moved forward to meet him."Any information about my uncle? You followed him last night rig
"Sir. I'm afraid we can't do that. Do you have a doctor's permit?" the seller asked me."Since when did I need a doctor's permit to buy poison?" I questioned him."Okay, sir. May I know what the reason for your purchase is?" he asked."I have a rat problem," I said. The seller scanned me from head to toe with his eyes and then he laughed. "Rat problem?" he asked me and laughed some more."You don't even look like you have a home, talk less of it being infested with rats. Tell me, young man, where did you get the money from? Did you steal it?" he asked.Enough was enough for me. I have had it with people looking down on and insulting me just because I was poor. I grabbed the man by his collar and flung him over the counter to the side I was standing. He landed painfully on the floor.Holding on to his shoulder, he groaned and crawled away from me on his butt. "Are you going to sell the poison to me or not?" I asked as I towered over him."I'm going to call the cops that's for sure," he
I watched as his eyes closed up slowly. My uncle was gone now. I flung it aside by the chin. That was the end of that hypocrite in my life.The door opened and I turned to see who it was. Jason walked in and was about to tell me something he suddenly saw my uncle's dead body on the floor and kept mute."This..." Jason said, in a calm voice.Jason walked over to where the body lay. He lifted my uncle's arm and dropped it then did it again and again."Devon! Your ki..." I placed my hand over Jason's mouth and removed it after he got the message I was trying to pass across."You killed your uncle?" he asked, in a whisper."The bastard got what was coming to him," I replied. "I have no regret about what I did," I added."Devon. You could go to prison because of this." Jason warned. I laughed at his words."What is so funny? We are in a dangerous situation right now." Jason panicked."What is funny is the way people react to murder. When a rich man kills a poor man it is somehow considered
The car parked in the middle of the scene and turned out to have carried along with the press as they all came storming out of the car. From the driver's side of the car, a leg stepped out and then the person in question came to view completely."Miss Tamira," Simon said, not expecting to see her at all. And I must admit, even I did not expect to see her here."Officers. This man is innocent." Tamira said, taking off her glasses."I am afraid that's for the law to decide Miss Tamira Wilson." the officer, who seemed in charge, replied Tamira."We are only abiding by the law Miss Tamira," he added."Oh really? Officer if I may ask, when did this so-called murder take place?" Tamira asked."We believe it to be last night," he answered."And how did you find out about it?" Tamira asked."Through a witness." the officer answered. The press made sure to capture every moment of this in pictures and video form."Good. Very good. So can we all see your proof that he is indeed responsible for w
Mrs. Wilson POV:I knocked over the glass table as I lifted it with force with both of my hands. It smashed into pieces and I felt some pieces hit and cut the skin of my legs but I didn't care. The pain was nothing compared to the anger I was feeling.How dare she?! That little bastard! How dare she?! I tried my best to work from the background, to ruin the life of the man who thinks he can stain my image with his presence! But what did my foolish brat of a daughter do?!That's right! She threw me right in the trash! She exposed my name to the press and live to the whole world!My daughter accused me and pointed fingers at me! I will make her pay for this regardless of her being my daughter. She will face my wrath and once I see her stupid face after she returns, I will tear it apart!Right in the middle of my rage, my phone rang.I checked to see who was calling but it was from an unknown number."Hello?" I said as I answered the call."Hello madam. Madam please I need your help." th
I raised my right hand and there was silence. That was how much people respected and feared me. "I will answer your questions but only one at a time," I told the journalists. "Let that one in," I said, pointing at one of the journalists, one that I knew very well. I knew that she would surely help me get out of this scandal one way or the other. My security guards let her pass along with her cameraman as well. "Thank you for this opportunity, Mrs. Wilson," she said. "You are welcome," I replied. "Okay Mrs. Wilson, my first question goes like this. Do you have anything to do with that poor man? I mean, the one who was accused of murder. Do you know him at all?" she asked. "No. I have no idea who he is." I answered. "Thank you, madam. Now I need to know this, if you didn't know that man then how come your driver and your daughter knew him?" she asked me and I burst into tears. "It's a long story," I said as I took out a hankie and wiped my crocodile tears. "I'm sorry Mrs. Wil
"Well. Xavier, it's been a while since I last heard from you and your brother. You two are not plotting against me right?" I asked Xavier."You know we would never do that mother. You always have been and always will be the leader of the mafia." Xavier replied."You and your brother are still next in line as co-bosses. Don't forget that. Speaking of your brother, how is Alex doing?" I asked."Alex is fine. He's busy out somewhere partying. You know there is not much difference between him and Tamira. If only Tamira was not as gullible as our father." Alex said and I laughed."What can I say? I married for the money. Not for love. So tell me, why did you call all of a sudden?" I asked Xavier."Oh right. I almost forgot about that. Mr. Cranston wants to speak with you in person." Xavier answered."Why? Can't you and your brother handle things over there?" I asked him."Of course, we can. You are aware of how capable we both are but then something happened," Xavier said."Well... Alex go
"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