"Did you send the houseboy out to get a charger for you?" Mrs. Wilson asked Tamira. Tamira was going to look at me but her mother wasn't making it easy for her. My heart was pounding as I eagerly waited for Tamira's answer, "yes" Tamera answered Mrs. Wilson. I opened my eyes which I had tightened shut and felt like a heavy weight was just lifted from me. "I sent him to buy me a charger. I'm buying it for one of my friends whose charger I cut so..." Tamira said to her mother. "Hold on." Mrs. Tamira said, moving away from the hand in which she held the charger so Tamira won't take it. "You sent him to buy the charger. I'm not arguing with that. But then, why did he have to take it from inside his room?" Mrs. Wilson questioned. "Uhh..." Tamira hung her mouth open, not sure of what to say. "Well?" Mrs. Wilson urged and crossed her arms in victory. "It was yesterday madam. I forgot to give it to miss Tamira here and it was later after she asked for it today that I remembered. And b
Devon POV: I stood at a distance and watched the husband and wife face off. I didn't exactly plan this but thank goodness that I no longer have to answer Mr. Wilson's question. "I am allowed to do what I want when I want and how I want. I am a grown-up and do not need permission from you just because you're like a decade older than me!" Mrs. Wilson yelled. "I don't know what is wrong with you. You've changed so much from the woman I used to know. Please you can't just treat people badly just because." Mr. Wilson said. Mrs. Wilson straightened up and walked to where I was standing. Mrs. Wilson gave me it. Wilson a sly smile and slapped me right after she changed that smile into a frown. "Are you crazy?!" Mr. Wilson exclaimed. "Why do you ask that? I am only showing you that I can do whatever I want to whatever low-class thing I hire. They belong to me and I will crush them if I must." Mrs. Wilson replied to her husband. "Give me the keys to his room." Mr. Wilson said to his wife
One of them opened the gates while I picked up Mr. Wilson from where I put him. Tamira's driver only got the car halfway in when the car suddenly stopped. Tamira rushed out of the car and came to meet me, "oh my God! Devon what happened to my father?! She asked me, touching all over his face. She looked at me, " And what happened with you?!" Tamira panicked. "Oh my God. No time to talk. Quickly! Put him in my car!" Tamira said and opened the door to the back seat of her car. She sat at the back with her dad. "Seat at the front Devon. We are going together." Tamira said to me. I sat in the front seat and Tamira turned to the driver, "take us to the hospital!" she ordered, tapping the driver's shoulder repeatedly. The driver backed the car into the road and zoomed off. "Oh, God. Please keep my father alive." Tamira said, her hands joined together and her eyes teary. "Your dad will be fine," I said to her, looking at her from the head mirror. I looked away when she looked back at m
"I'm sorry I had to break this news to you." the doctor said. "Can we see him right now?" I asked the doctor. "Of course. But be careful with him. His life is standing on a thin line right now." the doctor replied and walked off. "Why didn't he tell me anything. I'm his daughter and I should at least be aware if not anyone else." Tamira said to me. "He knew it would hurt you this way and that's why he kept it a secret," I told Tamira. "Let's just go inside and see him. Try and be strong." I added. Tamira moved away from me and whipped her tears away, "okay." she said. I opened the door and waited for Tamira to go in first. Tamira Walker into the room and I followed her after. Tamira sat on a chair already set beside Mr. Wilson's bed, "Tamira." Mr. Wilson called her name. He held his daughter's hand and took it closer to himself. "How are you doing?" he asked her. "I should be the one asking you that question," Tamira replied to Mr. Wilson. "I'm not the one who was crying." Mr
"Your shoe sir," I answered. Xavier slapped me on the side of the head with the heel part of the shoes and lowered his hand after. "I know they are shoe dingbat. I want to know what the hell it is that you did with my Italian shoes." Xavier said to me. "I polished it, sir," I said to Xavier. "Polished it? You ruined them. Do you know how much these cost? Even your life will not ever be able to reach quarter the amount these shoe cost." Xavier told me. "Ugh. Now I can't wear these anymore. Throw them away." Xavier said and when I reached out to collect the shoes from him, he tossed them to the floor."Pick them up and throw them in the trash," he said and walked off. Oh how much I felt like spitting on that bastard but no. I just picked up the shoes, even when it was a clear insult, and I went out the gate to trash them. The security guards didn't stop me from going out. I guess what happened to their colleague left a mark. No one wants to get fired. I was about to put the shoes
Tamira placed her hand on her father's which was on his knee. Mr. Wilson sighed and went on, paying no attention to his impatient wife. "Very soon I will no longer be with you all." Mr. Wilson said. "Pfft. So you wanted us to gather here and listen to you talk about one of your travels?" Xavier questioned Mr. Wilson. "I always told you that your father can be quite odd." Mrs. Wilson added. "It's not that kind of leaving that dad meant," Tamira said. "My time on earth will soon come to an end. The doctor himself said so." Mr. Wilson explained. Mrs. Wilson and Xavier exchanged looks and the way they did it looked very suspicious to me. I finished with the windows and cleaned up the bucket and rag then put them in the attic. I noticed a charger on the floor. Tamira must have put it here for me. I plugged in my dead phone and went ahead to eavesdrop on the family discussion.Mrs. Wilson was now airing next to her husband and held one of his hands in hers, "darling are you sure that
"I don't think the houseboy would have been capable of making it to his room, or should I say attic, on time," Xavier replied. "You are right. Maybe it was something else." I replied. Xavier took the sack and left my room. Devon POV: Hearing all the confessions of Mrs. Wilson and her son, Xavier, I felt even more disgusted. They kill, steal, and destroy. They are devils that must most certainly perish with their evil deeds. It was lucky for me that I knew how to switch on the phone after it charged a bit. I had a gut feeling that I should take it with me while I followed Mrs. Wilson in secret to her room. I had turned on the voice recorder and everything she and her son said was recorded into my phone. My only regret was that it didn't charge enough to stay on. My phone beeped as the first warning of a low battery and I heard Mrs. Wilson order her son to check for who was at the door. I quickly hid deep into a dark corner and from there, I watched as Xavier came out and walked
"Whoever is responsible should confess now or else there will be major consequences when I find out myself!" Xavier yelled. He waited but no one came forward. "I see. So you want to put me to the test right?!" Xavier yelled, the craze in his eyes was clear. "Two can play at that game. "You three!" Xavier said, referring to the three security guards present, "follow me in!" Xavier added and they followed him into the mansion. Xavier POV: For years now, ever since I could remember anything, I have never been this mad before. I could feel the adrenaline rush in my veins. I wasn't sure at all if the culprit would make it alive when I find out who it was. Most of all, I wanted the see the face of who had dared to steal from me, Xavier Wilson.Before going into the mansion the security guards watched them search, and I caught a glimpse of the houseboy. Everyone was scared and some murmured but him. Devon just stood there. He became my number one suspect. He was the only suspect. Ever
"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