Novels by Betty giaus

chapter 95 “Camilla this is not happening! how can you do this to me?”Lisa questioned pacing about. She has been trying to call Vincenzo but his number is not going through. By this time the house was already filed with maid pacing up and down. The driver had gone out to bring the car to the front of the house. And Camilla, she is just seating there looking unfazed by the ongoing commotion. Like contraction hasn’t started but Lisa was all worked up. Camilla released breath from her mouth and stood on her feet. Forcing everybody’s attention to her. “Where the fuck do you think you are going? contraction might kick in any moment from now!”Lisa barked. The pressure of the situation was suffocating. heavens now she didn’t sign for this. Camilla frowned at her. “What? i need to shave and i need to take a shit. ”Camilla calmly spoke. She started walking to the stairs when Lisa voice came again. “Are you even listening to yourself! You want to go shave when contraction might

**UNDERGROUND TORTURE HOUSEVincenzo walked into the torture house wearing a fine tailored suit, with matching pants and fine leather shoes. He advanced towards the two figures chained. With their hands tied above their head to the ceiling, leaving the rest of their body to dangle. Vincenzo stopped in front of them with a grin. His hands were in his pocket as he watched the two disgusting looking figures struggle to keep their eyes open. Antonia chuckled as she tried to open her eyes. She couldn’t even see properly resulting from dehydration, and the room was completely dark aside from the single light bulb that hung above their heads. Her face looked drained of life, her hair was hard as iron and her lips were tearing already. Dried blood rolled from the side of her face down to her shoulder, where there was a long open cut. Even her shirt was completely off leaving her upper body bare. Underneath, her pants were completely off leaving her with just her panties. A big gap was b

Chapter 93Holly sat on the passengerseat, her elbow resting on the window with the glass wind down. She stared out of the window, wearing a pair of shades. The cold evening breeze blew her hair, with strands covering a part of her face. Lucas sat on the driver’s seat, hands on the steering wheel as he zoomed down the highway. At each passing second, he kept stealing glances at Holly. A sigh left his throat as he took his gaze back to the road. It had been days now, almost a week, and Holly was still living with him. A part of him didn’t want to love it but the selfish part of him wished they could stay like this forever. She had been communicating with her mother and siblings over the past days, and she seemed good. But he knew it was all a facade. He heard her sobbing at night when she turned to the side, thinking he was asleep. He missed the old Holly, the one he had gotten obsessed with. The one who made him leave his daily job just to watch her wake up, **bathe**, have br

Chapter 92.kAYLA AND RYDERS MANSION 9:PMKayla stood by the balcony in her silk nightie, which flowed with the rhythm of the wind. Her hands rested on the rails, as she stared at the full moon that shone bright above the sky. Her hair was packed in a burn with strands falling on her forehead. She looks neither happy or sad, just void of all emotions. She stared at the moon like it could take all the problems that she was facing away. Just a moment ago, she walked out of the bathroom after having her bath, only for her to receive a message from both Ryder's parents and hers. They wanted a grandchild. Like they don't even care about her, all they care about was their family legacy. She just woke up from a coma and this is the first thing they are asking for, she knew right from when they all showed up in the hospital it met no good. She heard footsteps behind her but didn't turn to look. In the next minute, Ryder's arms were around her. Tracing his nose down the side of her neck

Mexico undisclosed location. A figure dressed in a black hoodie, wearing a facemask to hide their identity walk out of a cracked house. The figure turned out to be Sophie. She glanced behind her, making sure no one was watching or following her. Then she walked into a call boot, she put her hands into her pocket and brought out a coin which she put in the machine before dialing a number. With a final glance around she placed the telephone on her ear. "Hello"she said immediately the phone was answered. "Who is this"Came the voice from the other side. Sophie let out a sigh of relief before she spoke. "Fuck! Where the hell was your phone? I've been trying to reach you for the past two weeks now"Sophie said. "Sophie! Why the fuck are you calling me? I thought i told you not to call?"The person restored. Sophie did an eye roll before speaking, her voice soft almost pleading. "That is not the reason why i called you. Look, i can't stay here anymore. I am running out of money and this p

Chapter 90Camilla sat in the back seat with Vincenzo sitting beside her. Her hands on her baby bump, her mind had gone **away** as she stared into space. Vincenzo didn’t seem to notice; he was on his phone, probably thinking of a better way to kill Antonia and Vivian. Camilla snapped out of her thoughts. She spared Vincenzo a glance, then turned to the window. She watched people going about their daily **lives**, her gaze **sweeping** along the familiar neighborhood. This was where she used to **live** with Ryder, and Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins also lived as their **neighbors**. A sad smile appeared on her lips. What a small **world** it is. If it was months ago and someone told her that her life would turn out like this—and that Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins, her own **neighbors**, were her biological parents—she would have called the person a big fat liar. Although she still wasn’t ready to meet her parents, she didn’t want to trouble Vincenzo with **these** issues. Camilla heaved deeply. W

AWARD NIGHTThe night was looking lively, with cameras lights flashing at each businessman or woman that entered the red carpet. Names being called and the clickers of cameras flooded the scene.A large number of reporters stood beside a grand staircase, their cameras flashing at each well-known personality in the business industry posing on the red carpet.The grand staircase was lined with plush red carpet, with flowers lined at every side, the staircase is wide and long enough to contain a hundred persons.Suddenly a black BMW drove into the scene, stopping just before the red carpet.Immediately, reporters turned their cameras to the car, then lights started flashing.The driver’s door was pushed open and Idris stepped out, stealing the spotlight completely.Cameras turned completely to him, and his name was the only thing heard.“Idris!”“Idris!”“Idris!”“Look over here!”He stared at some few cameras before turning to the other side of the car. He opened the door.Curious repor

CREED FAMILY HOUSE - Dinner 7:14pmRiccardo took a sip from the sweet red wine and dropped the glass, he stared at the dish in front of him like they were shit. “Son, why aren’t you eating?” His mother Christina asked. He turned his gaze to her. “I am waiting for Arthur,” Riccardo replied. At the mention of Arthur, Christina scoffed. “Why? Just why must you bring that bastard into every topic?” Christina questioned with gritted teeth. Riccardo glanced at his father Elder Creed, hoping he would defend Arthur. But as always, he said nothing and just continued with his food. Riccardo took his gaze back to his mother and he frowned. “Mother,” Riccardo called. His tone was calm at the same time soft. “Hmm,” Christina flashed him a smile. But his next words dried her smile. “Watch the way you speak about Arthur. He already left because of what you made me do. I won’t tolerate anymore insult about Arthur, you should be blaming your unfaithful husband instead of the pure kid,”

Idris stared at Devika like she had just said a whole lot of shit. His face slowly turned into a smirk as he stared at her. She blinked repeatedly like she was trying to hypnotize him, but he knew all of these tricks. Gold digger. That was what she was, a gold digger. She was a thief, who came to his company with a fake identity and fake purpose. Not only did she do that, she stole from him. His grandfather’s watch. Speaking of the watch, he had totally forgotten about it. “Why would I make you my date?” he questioned. Devika smirked, her gaze flickered with mischief. She walked around his table then stopped beside him, turned his chair to her, caging him between her arms. “I am your PA, and from what I’ve learned, you’ve never had a woman in your life,” Devika spoke confidently. Idris continued staring at her without looking away, and Devika, she returned his stares. Making direct eye contact with him without any intention to break it. She felt a sudden shift in the

Idris sat on his desk deep in thought. A pile of files were lined up on his desk, resulting from the works of yesterday. As he sat on the chair, elbow resting on the desk with palm under his chin. His body was present but his mind wasn’t. He was too deep in thought to even notice his surrounding. With eyes closed, he couldn’t help but think back to his interrogation with Dexter. FLASHBACK TO YESTERDAY’S BEACH In the dark of the night, where the ocean collided with the shore, Idris stood on the seashore with Dexter kneeling before him, while Dickson stood behind Dexter. The cool night breeze blew his hair to the back. Both of his hands were in his pocket as he stared down at the trembling Dexter. Dickson stepped closer and removed the black cloth from his head. Dexter bent before raising it up. The moment his eyes met Idris’ lifeless ones, he shivered but managed to force a grin out. The simple action enraged Idris. He felt the urge to put his hands on Dexter’

Aoife climbed down from the taxi with a grumpy look on her face, walking to her house. She didn’t go to the gang house tonight, not after what had happened. Idris killed Logan before they could even get to him. He killed their information for their next mission. To make matters worst. Devika didn’t take matters lightly. She was so furious that she attacked Idris, grabbing him by the neck with red eyes. But he only stared at her with a smirk. He didn’t touch her, he let her hit him on the wall. But she only did that because he left Logan’s brother, that was the only reason Devika didn’t go savage. Idris had let them have Logan’s brother without questioning. He didn’t even seem surprised when he saw them. Instead he only let out a smirk when Devika punched him. To make it all creepy, he called her name and told her he was gonna see her at work tomorrow. “So he really knows who she is”Aoife muttered to herself, walking into her apartment building. Since they got Logan’s brother. S

“We come in peace,” Dickson said. He exchanged a knowing glance with Idris. In the next second, he drew out his blade from his holster, and Idris drew out his gun. They did it so fast that the men didn’t see it coming. Dickson’s knife went straight to the man standing behind him; he slit his throat, killing him instantly. Dickson didn’t let go of the man—he used him as a bulletproof shield, attacking the man who aimed at him. Idris wasn’t left out. He had shot the man behind him in the head and the one standing as guard at the main door—he shot him in the forehead. Right now, he was in a fistfight with the other two as Dickson took on the remaining two men. He successfully shot down one of the men, hitting him directly in the head. He turned to face the other man, only for the man to throw a punch at his face. Idris gritted his teeth in fury. He raised his fist and it met the man’s forehead, sending him flying. His back hit the wall, and he dropped to the floor unconscious.