Declan finally decided on a small party. He had been looking for a way to get everybody together in a kind of celebration.
He thought of dinner but later decided that it would be too formal, and they would not be able to host everyone at a single dinner table.
The party was the best. When he asked Samantha about what she thought of it, she had given him her full approval, though she suggested that it should be strictly by invitation and that there were not going to be photos or phones.
This was one of the things that fascinated him about her. She knew the theatrics of the firm.
She knew they worked underground both literally and otherwise, not because they ran an illegal business, but because they
"What?!" Declan blurted out into the phone. It was unbelievable. Nobody knew where the safe house was located except an insider had given them prior information."I am so sorry sir. I don't know how it happened", Micheal said, his voice trembling."Any casualties?" Declan asked. "How bad is it?" He added.There was a brief silence bed Micheal spoke again. Declan listened attentively. He could hear the voice of someone in the background, but it was more of a ruffle. He ignored it."They took some of the girls, about three of them, two are dead and the rest are injured", Micheal answered in detail. It was as though he was reading from a book."Do you have any idea wh
Declan caught her in time just before she landed on the floor. Her face was pale and she let out labored breathing. He took the phone from her hand.She tried to say something but she could barely talk. She was losing a lot of energy and soon, she would pass out.Abigail had already called an ambulance and the paramedics were already in the house. They took the girl from his hands. His hands were filled with blood, and it made him tremble. Abigail assisted him to the bathroom to wash up. He thought of where he had seen the face of the girl before. She bore a striking resemblance with someone that he knew.As he washed his hands in the bathroom sink, a thought crossed his mind. That was Raymond's old girlfriend, Anne.
The phone dropped from his hand as he heard the voice again. Micheal did not have the potential to be harmful to another human being, but here he was slicing the skin of young girls.Declan was cut to the heart. This was the height of it all. He had been too trusting enough to think that there was any more good left in the man after the stunt he had pulled the last time.Declan looked at the files before him and wanted to put the puzzle together. The pieces of evidence were true and enough, but they only contained what they wanted him to see.Every one of their hidden agendas was not in the file. They had been wise enough to trick his brain into excitement.They were all lies laid before him and he
Anderson was in a pool of blood on Declan's front porch. Declan quickly collected himself and dragged him into the apartment, shutting the door behind him.He let his instincts direct him on what to do next.He tried to stop the bleeding. He lay the small man on the floor and put a kitchen towel over the gunshot wound. It was the closest thing to a neat covering he could find.His phone rang immediately. It was a private number but he answered it anyway with his hand smeared with so much blood. It nauseated him but he put himself together."I see you got my package already", the voice began over the phone. Declan could not place who it was. "Found what you are looking for?" The voice asked over the phone. Declan had received the phone call as soon as they found out that Anderson was missing."Where have you taken him to?" Declan asked, shaking with fury."You don't have to know about that", the voice continued."How on earth did you take him away?" Declan asked again, a bit unsure of how to keep the unknown caller rambling while he tried to get out the tiniest bit of information he wanted.The voice did not sound like that of Raymond's attorney. This had to be an accomplice in their circle."Well", he began. "While you and your lover sat discussing just outside the ward, I just had to pull off a few stringsVindication of the Rejected Heir Chapter 59
Daniel quickly entered his car and sped off. The road was dark and his windscreen was blurry from the mist, but he did his possible best to get to the highway.He looked into the car mirror and watched out for any approaching vehicle or one that chased after him. He did not want to be caught unawares.His heart was still pounding when he got on the highway. He managed to wipe his windscreen a little so he could at least see the road ahead of him.The night was chilly but beads of perspiration trekked down the sides of his head.The events of earlier had taken him unawares and got him terrified. He had sensed that something was amiss as he stopped by the harbor.
Declan advanced into the house quietly while looking at his back at intervals. He could not afford to be caught off guard.The person was in his kitchen and he was cautious. There were a lot of things that could be used to harm him in the kitchen. He only held a bat.He reached the kitchen and a woman was there, with her back turned to him. She had a headset on. He looked closely. Only one person had such straight shoulders and a unique hourglass figure. Samantha!He ran across the Island and embraced her from behind. It startled her but he cared less.He closed in and basked in the newfound comfort that seemed to be on her shoulders."You know I can stay this way all day", he said, his speech slurry. She laughed and he realized that he had missed the sound of her laughter.He finally let her go so she could get back to what she was doing. He scanned her. She wore a skimpy night dress that showed a lot of skin but still concealed her assets. Her skin shone in the bright light, and he
Patricia shook Damian. The fright in her eyes made her seem like she was insane. She looked at Daniel. He was bleeding from the side of his head. She wanted to reach out for him, but she also wanted to make sure that her eleven-month-old was doing fine. She checked his head but there were no signs of bruises or swelling. She lifted him to her face to feel his breath. It was shallow, but she was glad that there was something there. All she needed to do was to get him to a hospital as soon as possible.She shook Declan again. He finally opened his eyes and she breathed of relief. He held his head in pain almost immediately."How is he?" He asked her hurriedly, trying to reach out for him. Patricia would not let him touch the boy, so he refrained. "We need to get help immediately", she said instead. He got down from the car and looked around. They were in a deserted road and it made him panic, but he still wanted to look for a way to help out his family. If Damian died, Patricia would