Clarissa walked into her bedroom, barely dodging a glass cup that flew towards her face but shattered on the wall behind her instead.Shocked, she turned to see who it was that threw it but was only shocked the more to find her son, Alexander, being responsible.The entire room stunk of alcohol and Alexander was wallowing in it.Clarissa rushed over to Alexander, "You idiot! You could have injured me! Or worse, I could have been killed! What is wrong with you? Why are you getting drunk in my bedroom?""Why wouldn't I? Huh?! Why wouldn't I? When that bastard is out there, taking all the glory that should have been mine!" Alexander shouted.He gulped down the remaining contents of the bottle directly and threw the emptied bottle aside.Clarissa wore a frown on her face. She hated the sight of Alexander acting out and behaving so miserably."My booze." Alexander hiccuped, searching around the bed for another bottle of alcohol but not finding any.He stood up but kept staggering back and
As the morning sunlight streamed into the bedroom, Xavier slowly woke up in his new bedroom, the last night, his father, Mr Kaarel, had moved him to a more befitting room. Just as Xavier began to stretch his limbs, there was a gentle knock on the door. "Sir, breakfast has been served," a maid's voice announced from the other side. "So early?" Xavier wondered. "Thank you," he replied, his voice still groggy from sleep. "I'll be down shortly." After dismissing the maid, Xavier dragged himself out of bed and made his way to the en-suite bathroom to freshen up. As he splashed cold water on his face, he couldn't shake off a nagging feeling of unease, a sense that something was amiss and it was giving him the chills. Once Xavier felt more awake, he quickly dressed and headed downstairs to the dining room. However, just as he rounded the corner from the hallway, his shoulder collided with someone, causing him to stumble slightly. "Watch where you're going," Alexander snapped, shootin
Xavier rushed to his father's side, his heart pounding with fear. "We need to get him help, now!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with urgency. Clarissa, wide-eyed and pale, reached for her husband, her hands trembling. "Call for an ambulance," Xavier instructed her, his mind racing with worry for his father. As the chaos unfolded, Alexander stood frozen, his expression a mixture of shock and guilt, "it wasn't supposed to be him.""Alexander! What are you standing there for?! Go get the car key!" Clarissa screamed at her son as she ran, tailing Xavier who was guiding Mr Kaarel quickly out of the mansion.On getting outside, Clarissa rushed to her car and Alexander showed up with the key. She unlocked all the doors with just the push of a button and got behind the steering wheel herself.Xavier got Mr Kaarel into the back seat and stayed there with him while he kept coughing profusely. Alexander sat in front with his mother and she drove the car into the open road."I can't believe th
Xavier watched Alexander walk out that door, but just maybe he shouldn't have. Maybe he should have done something, anything at all. But what could he have done at that moment to prevent what was coming to him?***A hard and harsh slap landed on Alexander's face like he had never felt before."Was it you, Alexander?! Tell me the truth!" Clarissa ordered.She had driven both herself and Xavier to a clear road where she was sure there would be no one eavesdropping on their conversation. And now, they both stood beside the car, exchanging words with each other."How can you believe the words of that pig, mother?! You just slapped me without even hearing me out!" Alexander said, his eyes, fierce like a ticking timebomb ready to slaughter."Oh give me a break you piece of shit! You think I give a hoot about what comes out the mouth of a nobody?!" Clarissa shouted at him, stepping forward with her finger pointing at him, "I know you. I know what you are capable of. That is why I am questio
The next morning, Xavier woke up to a ruckus outside the mansion. He got up and with sleepy eyes, due to sleeping late, walked towards the window and stared down from his upstairs bedroom. Xavier was shocked to see policemen at the front entrance of the mansion along with journalists trying to force their way in with cameras and microphones. "What the hell is going on?!" A sudden banging on his bedroom door shocked Xavier. He rushed to the door and opened it. In rushed Henry, Xavier's bodyguard friend, with a look on his face that spelt trouble. "Henry. What is happening? Why are there police here?" Xavier asked, feeling nothing short of confusion. "You have to see this, sir," Henry said right before playing a video on his phone. The video showed Clarissa and Alexander in the hospital. Alexander looked shocked to silence while Clarissa was crying her heart out next to Mr Kaarel's unconscious body in bed. "Even I couldn't believe it when I found out. He was put in a coma due to p
Night...The fluctuating lights of the nightclub bathed Alexander in a kaleidoscope of colours as he leaned in, trying to charm the pretty woman with a dazzling smile. A day hadn't even gone by and he was out celebrating his victory over Xavier."I'm rich, tall, handsome, and can get this princess whatever she wants," Alexander bragged to the lady, "what more can you want than a man who carries out your every desire?"The lady smiled and Alexander knew he could capture her heart in no time. But just as he was about to deliver his smoothest line, his phone pierced through the thumping bass of the nightclub.He excused himself, weaving through the crowd until he found himself outside the club."Mom?" he answered, his voice tinged with annoyance."Where are you, Alexander?" Clarissa's voice crackled through the phone.Alexander rolled his eyes. "Just out celebrating. What's the big deal? Why did you call me?""The big deal is that we're supposed to be sad and crying over your father who
"You fucking bastard! How could you?!" Clarissa screamed, charging towards Xavier and hitting his chest repeatedly, "what did he ever do to you that made him deserve death?!" she shouted, "You just killed my only son, damn it!"Xavier rolled his eyes and caught hold of Clarissa's hands, "he tried to poison me, and then collaborated with you in framing me for a crime I didn't commit. It doesn't surprise me that a woman like you doesn't give a fuck about her husband's condition and is just covering up for your son." Xavier answered, throwing Clarissa's hands down.Clarissa recoiled in horror, her mind struggling to process Xavier's words. The shock of it all threatened to overwhelm her as she stared at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of disbelief and anguish. "That's not true," she whispered, her voice barely audible as she struggled to comprehend the betrayal of her son. "Alexander would never do something like that."Xavier's gaze remained steady, his expression hardened by resent
Xavier stood by the sidelines, his arms crossed as he watched the press berate Clarissa with questions as soon as she stepped out of the morgue with Alex, the same way the journalists had rushed at him.The look on her face was priceless. A moment he wish he could record and store to look at one day in the future and laugh.Clarissa had stepped out, supporting her son, Alexander, while he walked with his arm over her shoulder, not knowing that Xavier himself had sent the lawyer to make sure that different news channels were present.As Clarissa and Alexander emerged and were sighted by the press, the press swarmed them, cameras flashing, microphones thrust forward. Questions bombarded Clarissa from all sides, a chaotic cacophony of accusations and demands for answers."Did you spread the false news about Alexander's accident?""Nothing like that happened," Clarissa answered with a frown on her face."How could you not know your son was alive?" Clarissa began to ignore their question