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The whole house was thrown into chaos. The bodyguards were alerted and they all ran into the scene. “Get him!!” Ryker ordered, pointing his finger at Ryan who had taken Samantha hostage. “One step and she's dead,” Ryan chuckled while tightening his arm around Samantha's neck. She began to wriggle, trying to break free from his grips but he was stronger. “Stay back, stay back!!” Mrs Clyde ordered the men who wanted to attack. “Mother, we can't let him get away with her!!” Claris cried. “He'll hurt her, can't you see?!” Mrs Clyde observed, her voice was laced with fear. “Ryan, stop this madness right now!!” Sophia yelled at him. “I'm calling security, he mustn't hurt my wife or my baby,” Ryker said as he brought out his phone. “Ryan, please stop! We can talk about this, just let her go, son,” Mrs Clyde pleaded as she tried to walk towards him slowly. “Stay back!!” Ryan yelled, placing the knife underneath Samantha's chin again. “Ryan, you're taking this whole thing too far,
She sat on the bed, gazing at the ceiling. It's been three days now, and she has refused every meal. The whole family believes she was traumatized, but deep down, she felt a deep sense of guilt that was blowing her mind away. Madam Kate walked into the room, holding a tray of food. She's been appointed to serve Samantha as she was the most matured amongst the maids. “Still don't want to eat?” The middle-aged lady asked as she dropped the tray on the table. “I'm not hungry,” Samantha replied. Madam Kate stood up right and heaved a deep sigh. “Why did you do it?” She asked. “Do what?” Samantha asked, shooting her a confused look. “Why did you betray the man who loved you?” She asked again. “What's your business with my personal affair?!” She thundered. Madam Kate chuckled and shook her head slowly. “You don't have to cry after the head is chopped off. Pick yourself together and have your baby for your beloved husband,” she said angrily. “Do you still realize I'm lording over
He was awoken by the creaking sound of the door. He sat up abruptly and watched the brown skin woman in white suit trousers and white blazers jacket walking into the room. In her right hand was a small backpack which she threw towards him. He caught the backpack and held it close to his chest. “Are we leaving?” He asked, his eyes looking intently at the woman who sat on the small sofa opposite the bed. “Yes, but out of the country,” she replied with a smile on her wide red lips. “They'll get hold of me at the airport, I can't leave this country,” he said fearfully. “We've got all that covered. Come on, our flight is ready,” she said and stood up elegantly. Her stiletto heels hit the floor gracefully as they both stepped out of the room. Walking into the open, his mouth was left agape, seeing the chopper whose rotors were spinning at a great velocity. He shielded his ears with his palms as he stopped on his track and looked at the woman. “Are we leaving in a chopper?” He aske
Samantha sat up on the bed as she watched him walk into the room, looking dejected. With his gaze on the floor, he walked past the bed and headed for the bathroom. “Are you okay?” She asked after him but there was no response. She waited for hours but he didn't step out of the bathroom. The only sound she could hear was the sound of running water. “What's wrong with him? One moment he is lovely and the other moment he's moody?” She soliloquized. She could recall several occasions where he had returned from his mother's room and all he'd do was lock himself up in the bathroom for hours. “Did they have a fight?” She mumbled again. He soon stepped out of the bathroom and walked over to the closet. He didn't seem to pay any attention to her. She could see resentment written all over his face and she refrained from speaking. He stepped out of the closet, clothed in his blue pajamas. He stepped into the bed and pulled the duvet over his body. “You're not having dinner?” She asked.
Sunshades on. She stepped out of the car, her fair sleek skin glowing under the red bodycon dress she wore. She flaunted her curvy hourglass figure with pride as she walked towards the building. Swaying her long black wavy hair, her black platform heels hit the floor elegantly and the men in black suits couldn't help but stare speechlessly as she stopped in front of the entrance post. “Hi, I'm here to see Mrs Samantha Clyde,” she informed, flashing an alluring smile on her red wide lips. The men stared at each other and she quickly brought out her phone from her black leather purse. As she typed on her phone, one of the men called out to her, “ Ma'am,” “Yes?” She answered, without looking up. “You can go in,” the guard responded. She smiled briefly at the men before walking into the building. “Aww..this is magnificent!!” She awed, as she was led into the foyer by one of the guards. “Sasha!!” Samantha's voice came from the stairs. “Samantha!! Oh, I've missed you so much!!”
In the spacious glass wall office, the automatic door slid open and her red platform heels tread the floor gracefully. Sitting on the executive swivel chair was Ryker, whose gaze was focused on his computer screen. At the sound of her heels, he raised up his eyes and his heart flinched, as the smell of jasmine cologne filled his nostrils. His jaws stiffend and the veins on his neck became visible as his grey eyes pounced on the sexy figure walking elegantly towards his table. Dressed charmingly in a maroon color fitted dress that stopped right on her knees, he couldn't take his eyes off her well built curves which were hugged by the patent leather dress she wore. His eyes ran up to her cleavages, exposed by the deep Vneck line. He felt everything in him go hard as his eyes feast on them. He didn't realize she was standing at his table until her voice interrupted him. “Good morning, Mr Ryker,” her small melodious voice sent shrills all over his body. He quickly regained his sen
His hardened face was glued to the screen as he punched words into his laptop. He had left home in a bad mood, all thanks to Samantha for bringing up Vanessa's photograph. He heard the sounds of familiar heels and he looked up to see Sasha walking into the office with a cup of coffee. He became lost and his fingers stayed motionless on the laptop.His eyes didn't leave her cleavages which were revealed by the plunging neckline of the black jumpsuit she wore. Their eyes met and she flashed a breathtaking smile on her red glossy lips.Just a few steps to the table, she missed her steps and staggered forward. “Ouch!” She cried as the coffee spilled over her body.He jumped out of his seat and bolted in her direction. “Are you okay?” He asked, his hand on her waist.“Yeah..I'm.. I'm fine. Sorry I made a mess,” she chuckled, looking at her stained dress and the floor.“No, that was a mistake. Hope you didn't hurt yourself,” he said with concern as he took away the cup of coffee and plac
“It's lunch time, and I'm heading over to the cafeteria,” Sasha's tiny voice was heard as she walked over to Ryker's table. He gulped and looked away from her. His hardened face softened for a moment and he adjusted the tie around his neck. “It's.. it's fine,” he mumbled. “You don't wanna have lunch yet? Or, should I arrange for two?” She asked, adjusting her pair of clear glasses. He became stunned for a moment and he gave her a slow burning stare. She was quite irresistible and he didn't know when he responded, “ Yeah..you..you can.” “See you downstairs,” she said with a smile and walked away. He shrugged, trying to keep a calm composure. He recalled the heated moment they had before his mother interrupted. Her lips were so gracious, succulent and dripping with honey. Her solid cleavages appeared in his head and he wished to be buried in between them once more. “What are you thinking?” He questioned himself as he shut his laptop and stood up from his seat. ** “Oh, thou
The receptionist welcomed them warmly as they stopped before her desk. “We were the ones who reached out to you on the phone, concerning Mr Ken who was lodging at your hotel last night,” Ryker related to the female receptionist whose face was locked in a smile. “Oh, Mr Ryker of CTECH,” she awed, getting up from her seat at once. “We want every information we can get about him. We know this is out of work ethics, but it's urgent. He has a wedding today and he's nowhere to be found,” Ryan explained with enthusiasm. “Oh, that's sad,” the lady said, picking up her phone. “I'll contact my manager before giving out any info,” she said, typing on her telephone. The men waited impatiently. “I'll be back,” she said, walking away. Not long, she walked in with a man in his early forties, dressed in a black fitted suit. They all exchanged pleasantries and handshakes. “From the information gathered by the receptionist, he checked out at around 11:15pm. He was with a lady and they b
It was a beautiful yet chaotic morning at the Clyde's mansion. Everyone was seen preparing for the big day. Sophia, glamorously fitted in her white wedding dress, was standing before the mirror as her glam team placed her veil over her head. “Still no news from Claris?!” She snapped angrily at her bridesmaids who were all dressed beautifully in pink. “No, her line is not connecting,” one of the girls replied. “Oh, jeez!!” Sophia cried in frustration. The door opened and Claris walked into the room, still dressed in her last night's outfit. “I can't believe you aren't even dressed yet!!” Sophia fired. “Aww, beautiful sis. I'm so sorry, I got a call last night from my boyfriend and he asked that I spend the night over,” she related, feigning pity. “Same invisible boyfriend who never shows his face!” Sophia scoffed. Claris smirked. “So sorry, sweetie. By the way, you're looking, muah,” she teased, blowing her a kiss. “Do you realize you're supposed to be my maid of hono
They both gasped for breath as they pulled away from each other. “I love you, Ken, please don't leave me for my sister,” Claris cried, holding on to his shoulders tightly. He wiped the perspiration off his face and held her slender waists. “I can't break Sophia's heart,” he whispered to her face. She shoved him away and he sighed as he watched her weep heavily. “I'll see you inside,” he said and walked away from her. She sat on the floor weeping with her hair falling over her face. Just then, she felt a presence beside her. She looked up and saw Sasha standing a few meters away from her. “Hey,” Sasha called gently. “Go away, I don't need you here!” She thundered. “Why cry over that man when you can be like me?” Sasha laughed, sipping her drink elegantly. Claris wiped her eyes and looked at Sasha in an abstruse manner. “What are you talking about?!” She snapped. Sasha smirked. “I saw you guys,” she spilled. Claris jumped up from the floor. She threw her hair be
It was an all white party at the Clyde's mansion. Sophia was having her spinsters eve, alongside her girls. A small family party was also taking place at the garden and members of the Clyde's family were seen partying hard. Ryker walked in, casually dressed in a blue silk sweatshirt and black pants. Alongside him was Sasha, dressed in a white satin sleeveless dress which flowed down her toes. They both walked towards Mrs Clyde who was sitting alongside Aunt Susan and two middle aged women. “Where is baby Ryette?” Aunt Susan asked almost immediately. “Oh, he's with Ryan. He's taken a liking for the baby so much and he wouldn't let anyone come close,” Mrs Clyde related with a smile. The women laughed and Aunt Susan smiled. “That's his first nephew, you should let him be,” she remarked and they all laughed again. Ryker's face pulled into a frown as he walked away from the table where the women were seated. “What's wrong?” Sasha asked, throwing her hair behind her shoulders.
His alluringly soothing voice was heard, singing rhymes to the baby as they both took a walk in the garden. It was a perfect afternoon and the atmosphere was cool and mild. Baby Ryette, dressed in a black pinafore shorts and white facecap was seen in Ryan's arms as they took a shade under a tree in the garden. Anna was also seen walking behind them, holding a small basket. She spread a picnic cloth on the green grass and Ryan placed the baby on it. “Can he sit yet?” He asked, trying to make him sit. “Yes, he can sit for a while,” Anna replied with excitement. “Ta-da,” Ryan said happily as baby Ryette sat on the grass, and a few set of toys were placed before him. He laid on the grass, watching the baby play. His heart engrossed with emotions and his lips broadened with a smile. He doesn't know this feeling he was getting with the baby. It was a kind of different feeling which he couldn't explain. Ever since he set eyes on baby Ryette, it felt like Samantha was back in
Ken pulled Sophia into the room and shut the door behind her. He watched her pull away from him and she walked over to the window angrily. “Babe, stop it. Our big day is close, and you shouldn't give yourself a headache,” he said tenderly as he walked closer to her. “I hate Ryan so much. Look what he did out there? In front of the family?! Oh, that's crazy. I shouldn't have told him about Vanessa's death, oh!” She lamented with her hand running into her hair. Ken paused for a moment, staring at her. “You..you know something about Vanessa's death?” He asked. She looked up quickly and made a face. “Um..no, um..I mean, I shouldn't have informed him about her death. Look what he did out there, accusing Ryker of killing both Vanessa and Samantha,” she scoffed. He sighed and sat on the armchair close to the window. “Is there something I need to know about your family?” He asked seriously as he looked deep into her eyes. “Ken, come on. Ryan is sick!” She laughed, shaking her h
“You look so great, baby,” Ryker teased, watching Sasha brush her long hair in front of the mirror. “Thanks, love. I'm just nervous, knowing Aunt Susan is out there. She gives me the shrills,” Sasha lamented with a sigh. “She's got nothing on you. Don't be scared. As soon as Sophia's wedding is over, I'll let the whole family know of my intention to marry you,” he said, walking towards her. She made a face and turned to look at him. “We..we never really talked about marriage,” she said with a scoff. “I know,” he said, taking hold of her hands. “But I want you to be my bride,” he said with a smile. “Ryker.. it's too early for such..people..,” she tried to speak. “Shh,” he hushed her with his finger on her red lips. “Sas, I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” he said softly while looking into her beautiful round eyes. “Ryker, I..,” she tried to speak but was interrupted by loud voices from outside the building. “What's going on?” Ryker asked, walking to the wind
It was dim as he walked into the room. He could see her silhouette standing by the window side. “Ryker,” he heard her frail voice calling. “Mother,” he responded calmly. Standing beside her, he took a clear view of her face which was adorned with makeup. She was stunningly dressed in a black velvet dress with a sharp cape neckline. “Where have you been?” He asked grumpily. “Been out with Mr Daren,” she replied with a voice void of emotions. He made a face as he looked at her abruptly. “You've been fucking that lawyer again!!” He slammed, his grey eyes flamed with fury. “Yes, and everything I'm doing is for you, Ryker. I'm giving up my body, my dignity, my peace of mind and my mental health, all for you, my son,” she spoke with a shaky voice brewing emotions. “Mother, just stop!” He voiced out angrily with his hands raised. “Look what they did, Ryker. It's clear Mark never liked you. You saw what he did with his will. If we weren't able to manipulate our way to the compa
The baby naming ceremony was conducted soon after Samantha was laid to rest. The next day, the whole family was seated for the reading of Mr Clyde's Will. Ryan was still absent, but the reading commenced anyway. In the large living room was Sophia, seated beside her fiance Ken. Ryker and Sasha were also spotted sitting together on the next couch. Opposite them was Mrs Clyde and Claris, while Aunt Susan sat on a single sofa with her legs crossed elegantly. The lawyer, a middle aged man in his fifties, was sitting on the middle couch, preparing his files. Everyone listened attentively as the lawyer read out the will diligently. “The landed properties, beach club, and real estate both in Zurich and in the United States will be inherited by my only surviving sister, Susan,” the lawyer read out. A warm smile appeared on Aunt Susan's lips and she could see Sophia smiling at her. Mrs Clyde forced a smile on her lips as her eyes met with Aunt Susan. Ryker's face hardened and he took