"Have you for once thought that she could be breaking up with you to protect you?" Linda asked.Brant took a moment to reflect on her words.'Maybe Linda was right, but what if she were wrong too? What if Mila had been playing with me the entire time? But why would she leave suddenly?' He drifted in his thoughts."If you really love her, then free her!" Linda stated."From who, from what?" Brant asked. "From whoever or whatever is keeping her away from you. Simple!" "She would not tell me anything, she…" Brant started to complain."She already told you more than enough." Linda cut in.Brant stared at her in confusion, waiting for her to shed more light on her statement."She told you that your father killed her family right?" Linda adjusted herself on the chair."Yes…" "Her gold is to make him pay, right?" "Yes…just what are you getting at?" Brant asked impatiently, partially raising his voice."Don't you dare yell at me when you've decided to sit on your brain!" Linda snapped bac
"Daddy?" The little boy ran towards the man as he stepped out of the car.Mila's eyes almost fell off the sockets of her head when she saw the face.Her phone almost dropped."What is he doing here?"Mila was in disbelief.She heard right, the kid just called him Daddy. It means that Frost has a family….Freya.It was the least of her imaginations in her wildest dreams.But it did not make sense, why would he openly touch her at the club if his woman__Freya was working for the owner of that club.Frost has taken her to a luxurious condo. He literally mostly rode in a limo, so why would his girlfriend or wife be allowed to live in a low neighborhood like this.She could not shake those images off her head as she drove back to her apartment."Only when I thought you were mysterious, the mystery just doubled!" She said it out loud as she stepped out of her car.She could not be traumatized and hungry at the same time. She decided to pass by a fast food place and get something to eat.She
"Pardon me, would you mind if I share the table with you?" The guy asked."Actually, I do. I'm kind of busy right now." Mila replied politely but bluntly."I see," he chuckled softly, "Work stuff, I guess." She only looked up at him and nodded."By the way, my name is Emille." He placed one glass on the table and stretched out his free hand.Mila hesitated, but she returned his handshake."I did not get your name." Emille flashed her a smile. She wished she could just punch him out of her face. He was becoming a nuisance."Fabiola…. Would you mind excusing me now, Mr Emille." Mila politely shooed him off."Right, pardon me." He chuckled inoffensively and walked away.She did not care taking a second glance at him…whoever he was. She needed minimum distraction right now.********Carlson looked up from behind his desk when the door opened.His father walked in.Carl could not hide the shock on his face, 'his father seldom visited the company, even when Carl was not around.'"Father, w
"Sir, should I follow her?" "No, not today. She looks like she's having a rough time." Emille leaned back in his car, resting his head on the headrest."Fabiola…" he called her name out loud. He really wished to sit down and have a casual conversation with her, but fate had other plans. She would not even look at his face for more than two seconds. Perhaps, if he'd met her again right now, she'll probably not recognize him."Sir, should we wait here?" His driver asked."Yes, hold on a little, I think I want to gaze at her one more time." He said the later part more to himself.Emille lingered around the restaurant until Mila walked out.Every step she took, she emitted concentration. He could not help but admire her from a distance.All these months, he'd been sending other people to get her, to no avail. But not this time. He decided that it was time to get her himself. There was one person standing in his way….The Grandmaster. When Emille got back to base yesterday evening a
"Do you know any of Mr Rivers' brothers?" Linda asked as soon they got back into the car and hit the road."I know his parents, they live in Central Ville, I have no idea about any brother. I mean, if he had a brother, then my father would never have had to take over the company." Brant reasoned."At least, we are sure of one thing, your father seemed to have been clueless about everything." Linda stated."This whole thing is confusing. Why did the cops never know of all this?" Brantley had a puzzled frown on his temple."Perhaps, because whoever is behind it all, probably has power over the justice system." Linda stated."Or, they silenced everyone who appeared as a threat." Brant reasoned."True, but why did they keep Mr Walborn alive?" Linda asked."The mysteries just keeps on piling." Brantley's gaze was focused on the road.They rode for a few more minutes in silence, everyone occupied by his or her thoughts."Do you want to tell Fabiola everything we know, or would you want comp
"Tornado! Fabiola!'' Carl snapped his finger in front of Mila, bringing her back to reality."Where's your brain?" A tear ran down from her eyes.She quickly caught it and wiped it off, but was still slow, Carl noticed it…her red face could not lie either."Hey, what is wrong?" Carl approached her with a worried look and a deeply concerned voice.Fabiola cleared her throat, "Nothing, I need to go!" She abruptly stood up on her feet and pushed her way past him, swallowing the remainder of her tears.She hated this new side of her___soft and emotional, all of this because of Brantley. 'Where the hell do all these tears come from when my tear ducts have been a desert all these years?' she could not help but ponder mentally."Hey, cut the crap, Fabiola!" Carl grabbed her hand and pulled her back.She shrugged her arm, trying to get away from him, but he pulled her in his arms and engulfed her."Stop fighting," he whispered softly in ear.The tears, suppressed emotions, anger, disappointm
"Fabiola?" Linda's voice echoed.Fabiola quickly turned to the direction of the familiar voice, lo and behold! there he stood….the one person she dreaded setting her eyes on."Why does fate hate me?" She muttered to herself before stepping out of the car and walking towards Brant and Linda.She was nervous as hell and her heart was at the verge of falling in her stomach, but the last thing she needed right now was to make Brant get a sniff of her feelings."Hey Linda." Mila called out with a bright smile, embracing Linda in a friendly hug.Brantley stood behind Linda, hence, he and Fabiola were facing each other.Brantley's eyes were swollen, she noticed it. Her heart ached. She knew that she was the cause. She held his gaze, displaying little to no emotions.He looked like he had a thousand questions to ask her but just did not know how to ask. 'He better not!' she thought."Hey Fabiola, I Heard what happened, I'm so sorry that you had to go through that." Linda pulled back, support
"Do you think that I am stupid! I know that you work here at night under a disguise, I even saw you beat up that Monty guy! Oh, you thought I would not recognize you with heavy make-up and a fake blonde?" Brant fired.Mila froze! She unconsciously dropped his hand.Linda was lost. She had no idea what they were talking about, but she knew that things just got pretty messy."Ma'am, are you ok?" A guard approached them.Guess they caused one hell of a scene.The guard's voice brought her back from dreamland. "Yeah, I'm cool." She cleared her throat when her voice came off crooked, not taking her eyes off Brant.'This exactly what pop's meant by, I have to work on controlling my emotions.' Her mind sped kilometers away. Her facial expression had already betrayed her, so she could not actually deny it, but…."How did you know that I was Phoebe by then? Hold up, but you said I beat up Monty? I barely get in contact with him while working at the bar." She did not flip her countenance, but sh