PRESENT DAY.“ He isn’t here Ma,” Yul informed as fear gripped him. He had always dreaded getting on her nerves or being in her black book so he always did his best to be on good behavior but this time it was inevitable.“ What do you mean by that?.” Mrs. Ivy Alvinda yelled angrily and slapped the file in her hand on the table. She would have understood him coming late to work but missing a meeting as important as this was the limit of it all.“ I am sorry Ma but he hasn't been to work for some days now.” Yul informed, his head bowed. He was Marco’s personal secretary and he could remember telling him what his week schedule looked like five days ago. He had missed two meetings but being his secretary, he was able to cover up for him and seal the ‘not so important’ deals quietly under his name. However he doubted if he could do that for long as his boss hasn’t been picking his calls or responding to his texts.“ That little brat!.” She swore between clenched teeth and squeezed her palm
PRESENT DAY. Marco stood near the wall as his eyes rested on his lifeless body lying on the hospital bed, inside a Black leather. He still found it hard to believe that he had ended up here even though he didn’t know how long he had been gone.But why was there no news reporting his absence yet when he had probably been gone for hours?He thought out of confusion and ran his hand through his Black thick hair, desperately hoping that this all made sense.“ Hey guy! It’s here.” He heard someone yell out and turned around to see the same officers walking over to his body.“ Any missing report yet?.” Sergeant Mark asked curiously, his eyes on his colleague.“ None with his face on it.” Sergeant Dave responded, looking around the room to take the details in. Sergeant Mark stepped closer to the body, bringing his right hand up to let down the zip.“ Could it be a case of robbery?.” He questioned, his eyes resting on the pale dry face.“ Uh!.” Sergeant Dave exclaimed and looked his way to
OLIVIA’S POV. “ Clinton!.” I screamed out loud as I watched his cock buried inside her, her legs spread out in a arc over his back. Her moan ceased immediately. He ignored my presence and continue to move his waist in rhythm, banging her loud enough for me to hear. “ Moan for me baby.” Clinton said and spanked her on the ass. “ Clinton Bazzi!.” I yelled. “ Why are you disturbing me, woman?.” He roared and got off her. I watched as the other woman pulled the duvet over her body to cover her nakedness. “ You!.” I said weakly as the tears rolled down my cheeks. “ You! How dare you?.” I added, sniffing back the catarrh running down my nose. Clinton chuckled softly. “ I can do anything I want. It’s my life, my house and my money.” He replied. I scoffed, unable to believe that the man I had married and loved for years had changed so drastically. “ We are married, Clinton. This isn’t the first time you are doing this and in no way will I overlook this.” I said, her heart aching as
She had onto her bag as she walked, letting the breeze blow against her face. Its coolness relieving her of her usual everyday stress. Unlike other days, she had closed early and left work early because his words wouldn't stop playing in her mind. The words of the manager. She had gone to see him, landing a knock on his door just ten minutes after Catherine had informed her. “ Come in.” He had yelled from within and soon Alyssa pushes the door open after summoning all her courage. “ You wanted to see me, Sir.” Alyssa said softly with her head bowed slightly. He hummed softly as he attended to the files stacked up on his table, sorting them one after another. After about twenty minutes of pretending she wasn't there, he finally looked her way. “ Yes, I wanted us to talk.” He informed and stretched his hand, pointing towards the chair sitting opposite his. “ Take a seat.” He added when she didn't get the hint. “Thank you, Sir.” She mumbled under her breath, her heart racing as sh
11th of March, 2026 Marco held his breath as his head reeled from the throbbing pain he felt. He lay still waiting for the dreadful moment to pass slowly. Soon it subdued and he could only feel the ache in his head faintly, bringing his right hand up he placed it over his forehead to feel his temperature and felt something wetting it. Confused and bothered, he brought his palm close to his face to take a better look and suddenly he gasped. Blood!. That was what it looked like. As scared as a lost little kitten, he sat up in fear his eyes landing on blood sitting on his shirt, his Blue striped shirt. He pulled it up to check if he had a wound just below it but found nothing. His eyes couldn't escape the blood that was sitting just below his Brown pant, his Black leather shoe on them. At the sight of more blood, he scurried up to search his body thoroughly for where it came from. Strangely he felt no pain nor was he wounded and this troubled him. His eyes trailed after the pool of