LOGINImmediately after her heart- aching break up with Derrick, finds comfort and warm in the strangest of places - in the arms of Derrick's uncle. The affair promises an elixir to satisfy her burning urge for sex and financial freedom. But it comes with a price - A price that leaves her body numb and yet she yearns for more of the Billionaire lunatic uncle Corinth until it all gets dirty and bloody!
View MoreCourt was in session. Three days after her arrest, Mia was called to the dock by the judge. "Mia Jackson," The female judge spoke calmly. "You're hereby accused of murdering and concealing the body of Amad Azizi. A Tunisian and son of a diplomat. Do you understandthe charges levied against you?" Mia nodded a couple of times. "Yes your honour," She replied. The Judge further probed further, "How do you plead?" "Not guilty," She replied confidently. A loud scornful murmur rang out in the court room. It was as though it was not as quiet as still waters. The audience, most from the Tunisian community, pointed their fingers at Mia with disdain and impunity as they spoke in their mother tongues. The judge knocked the gravel on the desk twice. "Silence! Silence in court!" The Judge called the court to order. "Hearing to this case will commerce on 5th October, 2024. Court adjourned." The gravel was slammed on the desk again. The judge stood up and walked back to her cham
"You have two minutes," The Police Officer announced to the vistors as soon as they entered the visitors room. They only allowed five vistors at a time during the visitation hour. And, Mrs. Jackson made the first batch. A smile flashed as she set her eyes on Mia who sat looking down in shame on the other side of the tempered glass. Mrs. Jackson pushed back her tears as she picked the phone from the phone's receiver from it's handle. She knocked on the glass gently. Mia picked up the receiver on the other end. She barely looked at her mother. "I've spoken to a few good lawyers in town," Mrs. Jackson spoke calmly. "The best offer on the table is $23, 700. He needs a down-payment of $5, 700. And the remainder payable in three months. On me, I have $1, 375. I have sold almost all the non- essential items in our possession to raise that sum. I need to get you out of here." Mia shook her head, "What about the DA'S Office. I was told I'll be assigned a lawyer." "They want you to
"Why did you kill Amad?" The Detective paced about in the room as he opened the interrogation. Mia, sitting on a steel chair with both hands fettered to a steel table, struggled to wrap her head around the allegation. On the table was a gun and a blood- stained dress. Both articles were concealed in transparent plastic bags. And a couple of photos also made cast on the items on the table. "I didn't Kill him," Mia responded with a shaky voice. The young Detective flashed a smile on his face. He looked at Mia and gave in to another smile. "Alright," he spoke. "Let’s say I believe you. You didn't Kill Amad and i want to let you go. How then do I explain your finger prints on the gun found the crime scene?" "That's not my gun," Mia responded. "That's Crystal’s gun. She shot Amad. I saw her shoot Amad." "And, the finger prints on the gun?" He inquired. Mia's face grew haggard. Sweat made audience on her face. The picture was becoming clear in her head. Yet she was defenseless. "Do
"You shot?!" Mia screamed aloud. "You have killed him."Crystal turned to Mia. Her face was as grim as hell. "Dress up," She ordered Mia in a faint but stern voice. "Dress up, now."Mia scampered to her clothes. Her hands trembled vehemently. Her face grew haggard. Sweat, great drops of sweat stood on her forehead. Fear was written all over her wrinkled face as she slipped her clothes on.Amad laid cold in a pool of his own blood. A bullet from Crystal's smoking gun had pierced through his skull. He was dead. Crystal killed him."He was not here," Crystal spoke calmly after a deep breath. "He was never here. Nothing happened here. Do you understand." Mia nodded as she pulled the pant up her body.She was shaken to the core. Terrified! Yet she managed to stitch an ounce of composure. At least, that is what her outlook suggested.Crystal was stood in front of Mia like a rock - she was without a pinch of emotions nor fear. It was as though she had not done something wrong. Worse still,


















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