Angelica's eyes snapped open, her heart racing as she gasped for air. The darkness of the room seemed to close in around her, the shadows cast by the moonlight. She had been dreaming of her sister, the memories of their last encounter still haunting her.But as she sat up, her hand instinctively reaching for Xavier, she noticed something that made her blood run cold. A movement, slight but unmistakable, came from the corner of the room.Her voice was barely a whisper as she shook Xavier awake. "Xavier, wake up. Someone's in the room."Xavier's eyes flew open, his gaze immediately locking onto hers. "What is it?" he whispered, his body tensing.Angelica's eyes never left the corner of the room. "There. Someone's hiding in the shadows."Xavier's gaze followed hers, and he sat up slowly, his eyes scanning the darkness. "I don't see anything," he whispered, his hand reaching for the bedside lamp.But as soon as the light flickered on, the movement ceased. The room was empty, the shadows r
Angelica stared at Xavier with confusion laced on her face. “What could have led to his death?” She asked Xavier who was equally clueless. He let out a sigh of frustration. “This is undoubtedly Clarissa's handwork. She had something to do with this. Could he have been sent on a suicide mission?” He voiced out. “Suicide mission? What do you mean?” He gazed into space before beginning to explain. “just like suicide warriors who carry out their missions at the expenses of their lives, there are also people who carry out illegal dealings and commit suicide to block investigative process.” “Really? Why should anyone do a job at the expense of his life? How then will he enjoy the benefits?” She asked. Xavier's phone buzzed and he picked it up to see a text from Thompson. “Sir, you really need to be at the office immediately,” the text read. His brows creased in confusion. “Is everything okay? What's the issue?” Angelica inquired, seeing the look on his face. “It's Thompson. He says
Angelica was seated at home wondering about all the things that had happened. She hadn't heard anything about Xavier since he left for the office, and has been anticipating his return home. She smiled, and fixed herself a simple meal to pass time. She had missed xander really well, and wanted to call him to at least hear his voice. She had wanted to see him. There was no doubt that there was something on her mind. Angelica was still in the house when all of a sudden she heard the telephone ring. She was shocked, wondering who could be calling the house phone? She wondered, trying to moved towards where the phone was. She carried the phone, and placed it on her ears. "Hello..." She called with raised brows. There was fear in her because she was wondering who would have called. Immediately she picked up the call, she heard a words that followed. "Hello Mr Xaveir?" She heard, and was worried about It. She wondered who knew Xaveir, and was calling the house line. "It's not Xavier
Xavier was hopeful. "That means he's recovering, right?" He asked, and the doctor nodded. "Yes that's it. He's getting better. We should be happy that he is..." The doctor added with a smile on his face. Xavier on the other hand was also very grateful. They are lost all hope about ever seeing his father again. However, he decided to be hopeful. "Can we see him at least before we leave?" Xavier asked, and Angelica found herself being interested. She agreed to him leaving, and before she knew what was going on, she was already. The doctor agreed, and they all move towards the ward where Xaveir's father was being kept. As soon as they walked into the ward, Xavier made way to his father's side with Angelica following behind him. She had this sad look in her eyes, and she seemed really tired. Her hands were shaking. She was worried about the whole thing. It was only a matter of time before they rounded up their visit, and then they walked back to the car after Dr Lee promised to do hi
In the dark room. A man was seated with a tobacco in his hands and lifted his glass of whiskey.He had a strong expression on his face, and was gulping the drink. Once he was done sipping, he placed down the drink he had in his hands, and growled.“So you said you wanted to see me?” He asked with raised brows, and the man who was standing before him, covered by the darkness nodded.“Yes sir. I need to speak to you,” his voice was shaky, and he had a lot of things he was thinking.“The operations you sent me on have been really successful in the past few weeks. After you saved me, I didn't see any reason not to trust you, or not to be able to share things with you sir,” He explained, still considering if he should speak to the man or not.“Hmmm. Go on,” He expressed, making, and he sighed.“I need you help…” The man hummed, his face focused on what was going on. He didn't care about the man in front of him.When Oliver noticed the man wasn't giving him attention, he felt really worrie
“So that's why you're here?” the man asked with a raised brows, although the darkness made it hard for anyone to actually see his face.“Yes. I need you to hell me get revenge on the people who made the police investigate your drug shed. Although we have been able to get some of the drugs, the police are still trying to transport some away from there. I have a plan to stop them though,” He explained, making the man's already grumpy face return back to normal.“Better! Do you know how much those cost?” He asked again. “Nevertheless, I have decided to help you out. Those people who made the police discover my drug hide out must pay with their lives.” An evil smirk formed on his face. This was exactly what he wanted. He never really wanted any help at first, but that was what made him suffer. However, he was ready to make amends now.He wasn't going to tell himself anything out of the ordinary. There was no need to make a big deal out of everything.“Thank you so much. I really don't kn
Alex sat there with a strong expression on his face. His hands were curled into fists, and anger filled his heart. He couldn't shake off the day when he was humiliated at the office. His heart pounded loudly as he stared at the bottle of whiskey in front of him.“I will get you for this, I will!” He growled when he recalled the harsh treatment given to him. His hands were vibrating, and he wished he could squeeze the life out of Xaveir right now.“You humiliated me! Made me feel like I'm not important. You made me feel like a failure in my father's company. You bastard!” He kept yelling.There was no doubt he was worried about the whole thing. He was basically disturbed. His heart ached because he didn't know what was going on anymore.“What do I do now,” he muttered to himself as if he was in thoughts. His hands were shaking like there was no tomorrow, and he felt like he was dying.“Where did I go wrong? Where did mother, or Kelanie go wrong?” He asked with raised brows. He didn't e
Alex was worried about everything. He didn't want his mother to find out, but it seemed like at this point, he didn't have any choice.She had already noticed the bruises on his hands and had also seen the blood clots on his fingers.“Stop staring and answer me. What the hell is wrong?” she asked with worry in her mind. Her heart was aching like there was no tomorrow. She wanted to find out why her son was being violent.“I asked you not to worry about it, Mom. Everything is under control…” She shook her head. “Nothing is alright. You have to tell me what the matter is…” She expressed, but there was nothing she could do about it.“Alex, I am your mother, and I care about you. I know how you're feeling, but the best way is to share the problem. Please tell me what's wrong.” Alex contemplated for a while before answering.“It's that bastard!” He yelled, fisting his hands tightly which instantly made her aware of who he was talking about.“Xavier, right?” She asked with raised brows,