For two hours, I was savoring my princess, the best dish that destiny had served me and she was responding with plead."Don't leave me again, Erick."I kissed the tears in her eyes and assured her, "Never, my princess. I will stay and always eat from the bowl of your love."I filled her with love and sapped her energy but that was exactly her expectations. She lay on my chest, and I kissed her forehead and lips and rubbed her body. The rhythm of my hand lulled her to sleep."It's time to accomplish my mission," I said to myself and got up.I walked to her purse and brought out her phone. It was not difficult to fish out the gigolo's contact due to their constant chats."It's done," I said.Afterward, I walked to the bathroom, showered, dressed up, and walked out of the room.I got to the children's rooms and saw Harris reading while Joan was still pretending to be ill."Let's prepare Mom's favorite meal. She would be hungry when she wakes up."Harris was happy but Joan gave me a searc
I swallowed hard, my fingers tightening around the hem of my shirt. "You need to excuse me, Erick. I wish to change," I said, my voice steadier than I expected. He tilted his head, a slow grimace playing on his face. As though he was not interested in whatever I was covering."Why? Are you afraid that I’ll see something I shouldn’t?" He asked and his gaze flickered over me, deliberate and assessing. Heat rose to my cheeks, but I refused to back down. "This isn’t a game, Erick. Get out." He leaned back in the chair, stretching his legs out as if he owned the place. "Or what?" He asked intimidatingly.The challenge in his voice sent a shiver down my spine. Something about his presence kept me rooted in place. Then, his expression shifted. The amusement faded, replaced by something darker. "You don’t really want me to go. Do you?" He asked and locked eyes with me.My breath caught in my throat. I looked away immediately, and I didn't know if he was right or wrong. That terrifie
I was speechless and worried. He faced the driver and said, "Kindly get the boss' car, or she will be late for work.""I got it," the driver said and walked away while the orderly continued to inspect the car.He returned with the keys and thrust his hand towards me, "These are the keys, Mrs. Garfield."I was about to collect them when the orderly shouted at him."How can she drive that old-fashioned vehicle?"He withdrew his hand and I focused on the orderly."Bring the vehicle and we will drive her to work.""It's okay," he said and walked away. Presently, I was too disturbed to argue with them and accepted whatever would take me to work. I got into the vehicle and the orderly got into the front seat."Who must have done this?" I mumbled but the orderly heard it."We will get to the root of the matter. The enemy must be someone close to you," the orderly emphasized.I was fear-stricken. I remembered Eugenia Reagan and believed the orderly.'Could she play dirty?' I thought.We got
The Next Day - Julius' House Mark's POV I returned that morning and walked into the house. I had not seen Milo for some days and my urge to kill him was growing. He had learned to avoid me by hiding in the room with those fools. However, Eugenia's sack was giving me joy and I hoped to achieve more. I thought of how Janet had been weeping, her blood pressure shot up in despair."Idiots," I cursed and laughed happily. Likewise, I walked into my room and settled down. The benefit of spending the night with Chantelle is that we must prepare breakfast together and eat as husband and wife before leaving. I went to sleep immediately while waiting for Amanda's call.Mr. Garfield's House After my orderly declared to us how he would fish out the man, I shook my head in admittance. To avoid seeing Amanda when she returned and restrain myself from confronting her, I feigned illness."I would like to have dinner in my room. My head aches," I said to the janitor.He was disturbed but agreed with
I frowned slightly but manners dictated that I should invite him in. "Come in, Barrister," I muttered, stepping aside and my orderly retreated.He strode in, his eyes scanning the living room as if assessing its worth. "Lovely place you have here," he remarked, though his tone suggested he’d seen better. "I can see that the beautiful Mrs. Garfield is not at home," he stated I wondered at such familiarity but answered him all the same, "She’s out to work. She isn't retired like me." "Oh! I see."I ushered him to a chair and we sat down at the same time."Thank you for the offer," he appreciated me and set his briefcase downHe faced me and said, "You know, Mr. Garfield, a man of your age should be enjoying life, not waiting around for his wife to come home." I narrowed my eyes and asked him, "What’s that supposed to mean?" Alfred leaned forward, his voice lowering conspiratorially. "I’m just saying that I was happy to know that you were together the last time she called to
Her fingers tightened around the edge of her desk when she recalled the demeaning remarks that the HR made about her. "You are right, Barrister. But I don’t have the resources for a legal battle. And the company has already reinstated me. Can we just let it pass," she said hopelessly."Don't let your resources limit you. There is pro bono," Barr. Alfred interjected smoothly and continued, "Mr. Macaulay reached out to me precisely because he believes in accountability. My firm is prepared to take this on at no cost to you. All you need to do is say yes."A long silence followed. She exhaled slowly, the weight of his words sinking in and the demeaning remarks surfaced."I got it. What happens if we win?""Compensation. A formal apology. And most importantly—ensuring no one else in that organization faces what you did." His voice was steady and persuasive. "This isn’t just about you, Miss Reagan. It’s about setting a precedent."She swallowed hard, then accepted, "It is alright, Bright