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
"None. I haven't heard from her for two days now. I figured something must be wrong somewhere." I answered Jason."Do you think we should check on her? Or maybe her parents won't let her out?" Jason asked me."Maybe," I repeated the word. "Anyways, for now, I just want to finish eating what my friend brought me," I said and Jason laughed."Sadly, they won't give u jobs just because we look like we can't handle it or we look like we'd steal their money and run away," Jason said."Or because we look like we will chase the customers away with our stench. Jason, not even a pig rearer would hire us." I said and laughed."But still, is it not people with needs that look for jobs? If we had jobs that pay well we wouldn't look like this. And if only the money they gathered and said it would be donated to the poor was given to the poor. People can tell all sorts of lies in politics." I said."You are not wrong about that. Devon, I am sure it is not all but most of these rich people want the po
Tamira POV: I heard some noises at the door to my room and then the lock started sounding. I was wondering if mom had decided to release me. Or maybe she came to drop food just like the last two days?Either way, I do not want to end up talking to her. Even her face irritates me now and I do not even know how we are related. There is so much difference between us. Or maybe I'm just completely like my father.I quickly turned off the screen of my phone and kept it aside on top of the drawer next to my bed. I slipped my feet underneath my duvet and turned to my side, away from the direction of the door.I closed my eyes and I heard the door open. I was hearing the footsteps of more than one person walking into my room and I got confused. "Sit up Tamira." I heard a familiar voice tell me but it wasn't mother and neither was it, dad.I didn't want to answer but I had to see who it was so just as I felt like it, I sat up. It was unexpected for me to see the two people I have just seen. I
I arrived at the Wilsons' family mansion in the clothes that Tamira sent to me. I knocked and after some time the door was answered by a maid."Good day sir, how may I hold you?" the maid inquired and coughed a bit. I could see that she was struggling with something. When she couldn't hold it anymore she held on to her nose and I knew the message she was passing. Why wouldn't I stink this bad? It's not like water was constantly available for us on the side of the city we lived in."I am here for the job of a house boy," I answered."Houseboy?" she questioned and coughed like she almost choked. "No such openings here. The wrong house," she told me. "Miss Tamira herself sent for me," I told the maid."I told you there is no such opening. Anyways, hold on and I will ask her about it." the maid said and hurriedly slammed the door shut.I waited for the maid who took five minutes before returning. "Come in and follow me." the maid said to me.The maid moved aside and I walked into the m
I sat up on the bed and immediately I heard footsteps at the door. I waited and listened but the footsteps had already stopped. I sighed in relief but right after that the door to the room opened and two people walked in and stood right in front of me who was still seated on the bed.Towering over me, all of a sudden were two guys. "Who are you and what are you doing in this room?" the first one asked."I am the new houseboy," I answered.They both looked so familiar and I couldn't help but stare intently just trying to remember who they were."What do you think you are doing?" the second asked.I remembered who they were and I became instantly irritated by their presence. Those were the two numbskulls who made their driver splash mud all over me."Wait a minute Xavier. This guy looks familiar." the second said to the first. He snapped his fingers as he remembered who I was. "It's the same cheap thing we splashed mud on yesterday." the second added."You don't say. Alex, I think our
She gave me the thing in and I looked at it strangely. "It's a vacuum cleaner., she said after noticing my clear confusion."Here, I will show you how to use it." the maid said and took it from my hands. She showed me how to turn it on and off and the way it is used. I accepted it back from her, "Thank you." I said and started to use it.I saw as Alex's face changed to an angry one. He glared at me and then walked in a different direction.I was vacuuming when I noticed yet another maid staring at me but this time from afar and hid immediately after she noticed I saw her. I had no clue why the maids were suddenly so... I don't even have a word for their behaviorI finished with the vacuuming and just then Xavier approached me. He was having a glass of wine in his hand and he emptied it on me and the rug."My mistake., he said, not hiding the fact that he did it on purpose."Scrub the rug." Xavier said, looking at me with indifference "Yes sir., I answered.I returned to the attic wit