Devon POV: The moment a man walked in with some machinery I knew that I was done for. My eyes caught Xavier's gaze and he grinned at me before going into the mansion with the man. After a while, a security guard came out, "where is the houseboy." some people looked around, just to locate and look at me. I raised my hand from amongst them and found my way to the security guard. He led me into the mansion and directly to Xavier. The man with the mobile machinery asked me to place my fingers on some sort of transparent surface. I did as he said and removed my fingers when I was told to. I felt like I was sweating buckets on the inside. "Yes sir. Your suspicion was right. This houseboy is responsible." the stranger said. I felt a lump form in my throat. Two-point-five million euros was not small money. I was sure to die now. Xavier looked at me with anger and hatred in his eyes, so fierce that you'd think it was a beast staring at you. "Sir. I didn't do it!" I denied it immediately
"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. 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