Novels by PROGRESS AREREBO

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

Idris walked out of the conference room with Devika and Matthew, and the board leaders walking behind them.The company sales had just skyrocketed to over 104 percent. It was a huge milestone for PAJ-Twentyfive, since their highest sales percent was 98 percent.The high demand for their goods is incredible. Idris had this unwavering smile on his face, feeling proud of his achievement.Devika glanced at him each second, but she didn’t utter a word.“For the next two days, the cafeteria is free!” Idris announced, and the board leads gasped, along with the employees passing by.“Thank you so much, sir!” They bowed to him as he walked by.“Boss is in a good mood today?”“I think it’s the sales.”“Well, I like him this way. I have never seen him smile before.”Murmurs spread along the office as they gossiped about Idris’s unusual happy demeanor.“All of you, return to your workspace,” Idris ordered, and they scattered into motion.“Boss, I will take my leave now. I have some uncleared work

Chloe’s car was parked at the start of Riccardo's street. She had her binoculars, monitoring his villa from afar for any movement.She had been here since this afternoon, per Aoife's instructions.She hurriedly placed her binoculars in position, thinking she spotted a movement, but it was just the maid cleaning the house.She scoffed as she watched the maid closely. She has been cleaning since before she even got here.“So hygienic, huh?” She scoffed, then placed the binoculars back on her eyes, glancing at other parts of the villa.“Let's see what this motherfucker is hiding,” she murmured to herself, then jolted up and back from her seat, but the sudden knock on her car window.“Holly! Fuck!” She spat, then turned to see who it was. Her eyes widened in disbelief when she saw Jojo. The glass was tinted, but she knew he knew she already looked at him.“This motherfucker…”He signaled with his index finger for her to wind down, and she did.“What the fuck are you doing here?!” She ques

Devika shot a glare at Riccardo, then she walked out of the office, slamming the door behind her.A grin appeared on Riccardo’s face. He turned to Aoife only to see her standing on her feet. She wasn’t smiling, nor was she frowning.He took long strides towards her, his boots hitting the marbled floor, its sound speaking more than wealth. He turned around the table, standing in front of Aoife.The grin on his face grew wider. Aoife stared at him with nothing but hatred. Her eyes seemed to bore holes in his skin, but it was all her imagination.“I did what you asked. Now, return the evidence you have,” Aoife demanded, palms stretched out, filling the little space between them.“Tsk, tsk, tsk, Aoife…” Riccardo said. He took a step forward, his cologne filled her nostrils as he invaded her personal space.“I must have misjudged you. I thought you were all tough and smart. You seriously believed what I said,” Riccardo mocked, watching Aoife’s expression closely.A look of realization flas

In Aoife's office, which was decorated like an art gallery, Aoife sat behind her desk, looking like a beauty in distress.Her hand rested on the mouse as she stared at the PC screen in front of her, her eyes vacant. Her cheek rested on her left arm, her mind wandering back to the day's events.She ruffled her hair and sighed. “Why did I do that?” she wondered aloud.The door was pushed open, the clicking of heels on the marbled floor making Aoife look up.Another sigh escaped her lips as she watched Devika enter.Her presence radiated danger, but Aoife remained unfazed.“If you’re here to question me, save it. I’ve heard enough already,” Aoife stated.Devika pulled out a chair and sat down, placing her bag on the desk before folding her hands.“What happened?” Devika asked.Aoife raised an eyebrow, a small smile curving her lips as she regarded Devika.“What did you just ask?” she inquired sarcastically.Devika rolled her eyes. “You heard me. You know Riccardo is related to Arthur, ri

Ebiakpo angrily left the office, slamming the door closed behind her. She ignored the crowd of employees lined up in front of her, grumpily until she walked into the elevator and left. The employees stared at each other, confused. “What just happened?” “Am I starting to see double?” “Did boss actually throw Ebiakpo out for Haram?” Murmurs took over, with employees questioning and demanding answers. Julie gritted her teeth so hard that they almost cracked. Matthew just sighed. Silence speaks louder than words at this moment. Devika stared at Idris with thick, unreadable gazes. Her eyelids were almost closing, and it made Idris wonder what could be wrong with her. His hand massaged the back of his neck as he stared at her, trying to figure out an excuse. “You look tired,” Idris said, breaking the silence. “Don’t fucking talk to me,” Devika cut in. Idris said with a sigh, dropping his arm from his neck. “Look, I know you are mad, but…” “Mad?” Devika repeated with a ra

The elevator door chimed open, and Devika walked out of it. She had changed her clothes into a simple, handled gown. She hesitated her footsteps, knowing she had used more than the time she asked for leave. The unusual quietness on the floor made Devika increase her pace. Even the receptionist is missing; she walked past the assistant department, but it was empty. Her curiosity was at its peak, so she decided to visit Idris' office. But first, she visited hers to carry some files she missed. Only for her to meet everybody kneeling in front of the office. She stopped in her tracks, raising an eyebrow, as a look of confusion appeared on her face, but it only lasted a second before disappearing. Then it was replaced with her usual calm and dangerous demeanor. The clicking sound of her heels drew the attention of the employees. Her eyes met with Matthew, and she saw the pleading look on his face. Julia shot her a glare, but she ignored it. Even Julia was on her knees; the rea