Masuk‘ This afternoon, Shawn Brayden was arrested at an abandoned house where he had brutally murdered his cousin, Antonio Brayden, who had been rushed to the hospital after he was shot twice in the chest…’The rest of the broadcast fell on deaf ears. Everywhere spun in a flash making Eloise dizzy. A few minutes ago, she was violently shaken awake by Mason, her abductor.She'd screamed, argued, tried to fight off, but her hands and legs were tied. Mason had told her he was going to have her by hell, by heaven, and while she's still tied, he tried to make her feel at home by switching on the channel when the news popped up.Blood rushed down to her feet. Her face drained all color.Mason's joyful laughter echoed in her ears.“ Holy fuck! The one person you're waiting for to come and save you is dead?” He asked and burst into another round of laughter. “ I feel like the universe is helping me.” She heard him say, giggling. Eloise’s lashes batted. Now she understood the gut feeling, now sh
Antonio looked at his phone again to confirm the address. His brow furrowed, looking back at the isolated mobile house that was almost at the outskirts of the town.He swiped his phone to dial Zade's contact, who picked up almost immediately.“ Are you here already?” Zade asked eagerly over the phone.“ What are you doing in a nowhere place like this?”“ It's a surprise.” He grinned over the phone. “ Come on in.”Antonio inhaled, shaking his head before hanging up the call and going inside. Before he got inside, he received a text message from Ghost that he had successfully uploaded the tape online and also sent it as an anonymous message to a media house.He smiled. “ My baby would love this.” He grinned and tucked his phone into his suit pocket before walking inside the house.The moment he stepped in, he was welcomed by silence and dust. The house looks like one that has been lonely for years, abandoned by the owner who probably never wants it again.The look of displeasure wore ov
“ There's no food in the house.” Tamara slammed the fridge’s door shut. Anger and frustration laced in her voice. Her stomach grumbled again. Her hormones were running very high as she kept feeling hungry every twenty minutes after eating. She turned to her mother who acted like she didn't just hear what she said. They haven't spoken to each other since the outburst in the car. “ Mum.” She called in frustration. “ There's absolutely nothing to eat in this house.” “That's because there's no food.” “ Then go and get, I'm hungry and upset.” She vented her frustration and mood swings. Dayse scoffed. “ Remember, I stopped getting desperate for love with men, so there's no money or food.” “ What?!” Her shoulder slumped in disbelief, not knowing if she meant what she said or if she was still upset about their fight. But whichever way it is, she's not ready to apologize cause they both hurt each other. “ Seriously, Mum? Can you stop being petty?” “ Petty? You called me
The boardroom fell into an uneasy silence the moment she walked in. The fiery princess was back. The woman who could shake everyone's nerve in a sitting was back. The sound of her heels entering the room was sharp and soft. Her calm presence was a reminder of her legacy. Eyes followed her as she took her seat at the head of the table, the same seat she had once vacated out of love, trust…and a marriage that had cost her everything. Her eyes moved from one member to another, not opening the folder on the table in front of her. “ I won't waste your time.” Eloise began, folding her hands neatly on the table. Her voice was steady, cold, and controlled. “This company is crumbling and you all know that." A man cleared his throat. Another shifted in his seat. “ The past few months have been tough.” She continued. “ I've seen a forty-three percent drop in revenue, three investor withdrawals, company image getting worse, and the quiet departure of a senior staff member who on
Eloise stood by the window, motionless, except for the slow rise and fall of her chest. She stared at the watch that lay heavily in her palm, her thumb stroked the face of the watch over and over again, a small, absent-minded stroke. She let out a long exhale as her gaze drifted towards the window. “ When will you start working again?” She mumbled to herself, wondering when the watch hands would start moving again, or if they would ever move. Her thoughts were interrupted by the quiet sound of his footsteps, she turned her head to see him returning from the call he had gone to make. Her eyes were glued to capture his expression, her heart almost stopped in waiting for him to spill. Antonio blinked his eyes softly, stood in front of her before nodding. “ It's as we've suspected, it's Shawn.” Eloise let out a sharp exhale and looked away briefly. “ How many times has he tried to kill you now?” Antonio scoffed and smiled. “ I think I lost count.” Eloise returned with a glare, “
“ Four weeks old. It's that month, fuck, that month.” Tamara cussed between her teeth. Her heart was racing with her trembling legs and hands. She kept biting her nails off her fingers. “ Who's the father?” She asked herself, dragging her palm down her wrinkled face. “ How am I supposed to know the father when Mason forced himself on me that night, and Shawn slept with me a few hours later.” She grunted, crouched down on the bathroom floor, and shook her head. ‘It can't belong to Mason, that loser. That would be the end of me; he doesn't have anything of value or a good thing going on for him. And…it can't belong to Shawn,’ She thought to herself. A pang of guilt hit her as she thought of her mother. Even though she's still pissed at her and hurt about what she said to her earlier, she still couldn't stop the feeling of guilt that wrapped around her chest. She heaved a heavy sigh. “It's just a month old, I can still abort it.” She nodded at the solution she came up w







