Chapter 188Catherine was glad that she was able to convince Marilyn, otherwise. The other woman, while she may seem like a softie, was a hard nut to crack.But Catherine had done it all, all by herself. Slowly, Marilyn was becoming her usual cheerful and outgoing self.Catherine could remember when Marilyn had started therapy a few days ago and had told her she had an idea.Her genius idea was to reopen the case of Steve Anderson's death and the missing of her husband.Catherine had stopped in her tracks while staring at Marilyn with surprise.This was the same woman who had argued with her when she recommended taking the case further.Catherine had disagreed the very minute the words had left Marilyn's mouth.She could not let her friends go ahead with a plan, a very dangerous one that could endanger her.What if whoever killed Steve was out there, what if they watched her take them internationally, and then she became their new target?She was unable to let it, and will not let it
Chapter 189Sara sighed in relief when they all walked out of the Hamilton's house and headed for the car.This was the happiest she had been in a long time, it seemed like she had found a missing piece of herself in that little girl.They looked alike in so many aspects, and Sara would be lying if she said she did not see fragments of herself In that little girl.Her eyes, just like hers are big, brown, and Beautiful. Ushering on win into its beautiful depths.Holding so much emotion even for someone as young as her, and Sara felt like she had the trophy when she held her in her arms.When she had let Sara hug her, Sara had sobbed holding her in her arms, she smelt like heaven, felt like paradise and when she smiled, Sara compared the brightness on her face to the stars in the Galaxy.And although Sara had not told her who she was, she felt Aria could sense it, from how much they looked so alike to each other and something deeper The girl had her eyes trained on Sara the whole time
Chapter 190Ivan peeked at the back from where her seat every two seconds, he was a nervous wreck but tried his best to conceal that fact.His bride was yet to come, and with each passing minute, he wondered if she had changed her mind.Hermes patted his shoulders in reassurance, but his mind still was not settled.Ivan turned to look at the door again, this time his eyes met with Ares, who was beside his fiancé, Sara.Ares gave him a curt nod and a smile, while Sara waved enthusiastically.Ivan returned the item Ave and a nod before turning to face the judge.He and Vera had decided on a simple court wedding with close friends and loved ones. She had adamantly refused to have a big wedding as according to her, she was already too heavy, and organizing one would drain her.She was a perfectionist, so organizing a big event would mean going all out, and she was already too heavy for that.Ivan understood her more than anyone, they were expecting their little one anytime now, as Vera w
Somewhere in a large mansion with ornate architecture and interior design, located somewhere in the heart of the city of Atlanta, Ivan was seated in a chair, clicking a retractable pen repeatedly as he stared at the paperwork on the table for passing minutes. His eyes ran through the letters back and forth so many times in few seconds like he was hoping to getting other meanings from what he had read. The cluster of letters plastered on the white paper read a divorce agreement, with a long line at the bottom left for him to scribble his signature on. Opposite him sat the pretty lady whom had placed the divorce agreement in front of him and whom he was about to end things with - Vera, a lady with a bold red lipstick, which created a beautiful contrast on lips against her shining porcelain skin and her royal blue dress. Young but with wrinkles that had crept to the sides of her eyes, indicating she was getting towards the age of mid life crisis, and skin care products couldn’t hide th
Vera sprawled herself on the couch, staring at a large portrait of her hanging on the wall, using her eyes to trace the details of her face. Her eyes found the eye bags that her make up tried hard to conceal; she then used her fingers to touch the eye bags on her own face. Her eyes explored the portrait again and found the little lines of wrinkles that had crept to the side of her folded eye lids as a result of stretch of her wide smile. She felt her face to know if those were wrinkles from her smile or from ageing. The 35 year old lass sighed.Her face again caught the part of her face where she found a strand of hair jutting out from under her chin. Consequently, she ran her fingers on her chin to find where the premature hair stuck out. She found it and improvised her red painted nails as tweezers.A call came in as she struggled to uproot the shrub of hair. She made a frustrated grunt as she saw the interrupting call and grudgingly stretched her hands to pick her phone from the ta
Still at that same bar, when everyone had run for their lives, Artemis and Ivan entered a place behind the backstage that led down a dark hallway. They moved through the darkness until Artemis moved before Ivan to open a door to a dimly lit room where some men have special sessions with some strippers. Artemis didn’t stop her movement as she walked towards a wall. She went through it and disappeared. Ivan went after her. They found themselves in a place where some people sat in a circle like a cult meeting. A place where ordinary humans couldn’t access except they were part of the sect that was in that room. The choice of the colour of lights gave the atmosphere a gloomy one. The room contained the most top secret organisation in the world and all its members were the most powerful beings on earth. The members were gods and the sect was called All gods. Ivan was their head, whom they called the All-father.The members bowed as Ivan walked into their midst to sit in a chair that sto
Hermes drove into the street where Steve’s birthday party was located. He watched in his dark shades through his side mirrors unsuspectingly as the wealthiest people in the city arrived at the venue. He came down from his car and walked towards the venue like he was part of the guests.The guards stopped him as soon as he reached the front and asked for his invitation card. Hermes reached into the pocket located at his chest area and presented it to the men. The real owner of the card was bundled in the booth of his car. The men let him in. Ivan’s hit-man took leisurely steps in a way nobody could suspect him till he got to the elevator. He pressed the buttons that he knew would take him to the top floor of the high rise, where the party was. Hermes walked into the lively but chill music. The kind of music that was typical of wealthy people parties where they only served only wines and miniature foods that barely filled their stomach.Hermes took a glass of wine from a tray that o
Vera stared at the cryptic message for minutes, searching through her past and present for the relevance of the message to any particular event in her life. She found nothing.She didn’t know if the person was a secret admirer or just someone returning a favour for a good deed she didn’t remember. She didn’t even know if the anonymous angel investor was male or female but she was some percent sure that it was a male.She stared at the cheque and the message on the envelope that she spread on her sparkling glass table; the handwritings in both were different. The anonymous person had meticulously planned it that she wouldn’t be to find him. In the past, she had tried to track the names written on each of the cheques given but it had never been successful. What had never changed was the lemon-coloured envelope with flowery designs at the corner of the envelope and the words, “Your anonymous angel investor” written in a cursive handwriting with a pen. “At least let me say thank you,” V