LOGINDiana pursed her lips, thinking about the events from last night before finally replying, "I went to save sister-in-law Anamika -" she was not done talking when Harvey's fury crashed into the table in front of her. Startling her.
"Did she tell you she needed saving?" Harvey suddenly yelled in rage.The next moment, Harvey slammed a picture on the table and roared furiously, "I know that you spent the night with a man in a hotel room! A gigolo for that matter! How dare you open your mouth and make an excuse for that! We were married!" A look of disappointment and anger appeared on Harvey's face."We're married and yet, I just walked in on you cuddling your old lover?" Diana retorted, she couldn't take it all in as she caught sight of the photos, making the blood drain from her face. It was a picture of a man, she still doesn't know, on top of her under a quilt."And so fucking what?! You turned into a prostitute just because I denied you access to the family bank account? How can I, Harvey Scott, be capable of having a shameless barren wife like you?""Did he just called me a shameless barren? How has it gotten to this?" Diana's shock intensified."No, Honey.. You don't have to rub it on her face..." Juliete jones who had earlier be quiet finally spoke, as she spoke she stood up and started rubbing her hands against Harvey's back as if to calm him down."Calm down.. she is not worth your time!" She added,What? In my presence she dare calls him Honey? It was clear that the relationship between them never ended, truly.Diana fell silent even as the thoughts assailed her, she tried to open her mouth to explain but she couldn't find the strength."Harvey????" She called out with a crying voice as tears began to roll down her cheeks,Harvey was completely enveloped with a thunderous and angry look."You know what? Sign these papers!" Harvey on turning back brought out the divorce papers and slammed them heavily on the table.Diana glanced down at them and whatever feeling she was feeling intensified ten fold, "Divorce papers?" She blurted out, in the greatest possible degree of pain and shock. Meanwhile, Eddy who had been upstairs hurried down the stairs, "Son, Calm down!" As she talked she walked over to Diana and nagged at her pretentiously, "Diana, how do you want us to face the public now? Even if you have high sex libido, you should have called your husband for it!"Diana was completely startled as her words fell, what did she mean by that? She had clearly be unconscious all the whole time."This s a clear set up!" She said even as her heart sunk into the world of pains and regret."Sign the divorce papers now! I never want to see your face ever again!" Harvey glowered at Diana maliciously as he snapped, not wanting to hear another word from Diana."Sign the papers and get out of this house! I can't stand to have you under my roof!" He repeated, this time more angrily."Who knows you've been purposely aborting my son's babies?" Eddy swiftly chirped in,"I can't believe she actually pimped herself to a random stranger in a filthy clubhouse just for some penny! Who knows if she has contracted a deadly virus or disease? Juliete Jones sneered from where she was sitting at the couch.Meanwhile on the staircase, Anamika stood at the staircase landing watching the scene play out. She was leaning against the banister with her chin propped on her hands.She was happy that Atleast now, Diana would be divorced and thrown out and she won't get to expose her dirty deeds.Diana's winced in pain as tears rolled down her cheeks. Trembling uncomfortably, she couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart. She raised her head to meet the stare of Eddy and her soon to be ex-husband untrusting grimace.She wordlessly signed the divorce papers as her tears drenched it bit by bit. She rose to her feet and walked upstairs to pack up her things.She got stabbed by her so called beloved mother in-law and sister-in-law law and was used by some random gigolo. On top of that, she got home and met her husband, Harvey cuddling her old lover, in addition he gave her divorce papers to sign. Their marriage of three years was finally ending all because she couldn't afford to give birth to an heir.Eddy hated her and desperately needed a grandchild, thus she had a reason. But Anamika? Why would she wickedly do this to her?She trusted Harvey, even though it occured to her that Harvey's relationship with her old time lover never ended. As Diana dragged her luggage out of the Scott mansion through the front yard, Anamika walked up to her and offered to help her with her luggage but Diana reacted by slapping her hands away."Get lost! What did I ever did to you?" Diana demanded in her weak crying tone."Nothing... I only offered to help. You can get lost for all I care! And don't think of coming back!" Anamika snapped, showing her true colors.Diana only tightened her fist in rage and pain,Anamika watched Diana board a taxi and the taxi disappeared into the thin air as it drove farther and farther away. A smug smile of accomplishment appeared on Anamika's face as Diana was long gone.Not only was her evil secrets going to be protected, her best friend, Juliete jones was going to marry her brother, Harvey.Just as she was about to head back into the mansion, a Maybach Mercedes Benz car zoomed and halted in the front yard. Anamika was quite taken aback, no one in Delta City has the latest version of the Maybach Mercedes Benz except for the five star general.What was he doing in the Scott's mansion?Delta city was under the military rule of governance and as such the five star general was the head and most powerful person in Delta city in a whole and even beyond.Behind the Maybach Mercedes Benz, a military G-Wagon halted and four military officers armed in full got down from the car and rushed to stand before the Maybach Benz in lines.With a long leg forward, a man stepped out. He was tall and had the typical military body build. He was wearing a white suit, simple and elegant, yet expensive and posh at the same time."Five star general?" Anamika was shocked and frozen in place.Derick, the five star general swept his emotionless and blank cold eyes over Anamika, scrutinizing her head to toe."Are you Anamika Scott?" He asked, his voice was stern as he approached Anamika.Anamika's heart suddenly skipped a bit, she hoped she didn't do anything to upset the five star general and how the fuck did he know her name?She then nodded in horror and chimed, "Yes?""You reserved room 306 at Diamond star hotel?" He pressed in,Anamika nodded in response. "Yes!"The room felt like a battlefield, every word a spark ready to ignite a firestorm.Mr. Rashford knelt on the floor, his face swollen from Nero’s thunderous slaps, blood dripping from his lips, his slick suit creased and disheveled. His eyes blazed with humiliated fury, but the weight of Nero’s hand on his shoulder kept him pinned like a bug. Behind him, Mrs. Rashford’s gaudy jewelry jangled as she clutched Marcus, their oversized son, whose earlier bravado had melted into a trembling silence. The four bodyguards lay crumpled in a heap, felled by Nero’s swift fists, their slick suits no match for his raw power.The onlookers—teachers, parents, and straggling students—stood frozen in the doorway, their faces etched with pity and dread. Murmurs rippled through the crowd, their voices low but heavy with foreboding. “He’s done it now,” one whispered. “Rashford’s father is General Abacha, the retired overlord of New Delta’s armed forces, a warlord whose name is carved into the city’s histor
Mr. Rashford’s face contorted with rage, his slick suit gleaming under the fluorescent lights as he jabbed a finger at Nero. “How dare you a sucker like you to bully my wife? And then talk back to me?” he roared, his voice shaking the air like a beast’s bellow. “I’ll teach you a bloody lesson today on behalf of your family, the most painful lesson of your life! And just who are you?”“I’m Nero Magnus,” Nero said, his voice steady, cutting through the chaos like a blade. “The exiled son of the Magnus empire, the father of these kids.”Mr. Rashford’s eyes widened, then narrowed into a vicious grin, his laughter sharp and mocking. Fate had handed him a prize. Rumors of Nero’s return had swirled through New Delta—whispers of him putting Baron Cassian in the hospital, walking free despite Magnus Otumba’s wrath. If Rashford could crush Nero, Cassian and his brothers would owe him favors, cementing his power. “The murderer, the rapist heir,” he sneered. “You’re back?”The onlookers—teachers,
Mrs. Rashford’s face lit up with a venomous joy as her husband stormed in, her plump figure waddling toward him like an overinflated goose, her hips swaying heavily, her gaudy jewelry jangling with each step. “What took you so long, honey?” she whined, her voice a grating mix of relief and indignation, her swollen cheek still red from Nero’s slap. “He could’ve beaten us to death if you’d arrived a tad later!”Mr. Rashford, a hulking figure with a face carved from cruelty, swept the room with a bestial glare, his slick suit gleaming under the lights. His four bodyguards loomed behind him, their hands twitching near concealed weapons, their presence a silent promise of violence. “Who’s the idiot who dared slap my wife?” he roared, his voice shaking the air like a thunderclap. “Doesn’t he know who I am? I’m Mr. Rashford son of the retired military overlord!”Samantha’s heart plummeted, her eyes widening with dread. Mr. Rashford—New Delta’s notorious kingpin, his wealth and cruelty unmatc
Samantha stood frozen, her heart pounding, as Mrs. Rashford’s fleshy arm swung toward her face, the woman’s diamond-encrusted rings glinting with malicious intent. The flesh on her arm jiggled with the force of her swing, her meaty palm inches from Samantha’s delicate cheek, the air thick with the promise of pain.Nero reacted in a heartbeat. Dropping the triplets gently but swiftly—Emilia, Ethan, and Elias sliding to the floor with wide-eyed gasps—he thrust out his right arm, weaker from an old injury but steady enough to seize Mrs. Rashford’s wrist. Her hand hung frozen in mid-air, trembling as she strained against his iron grip, her face twisting in shock and fury. No matter how she yanked, her palm couldn’t budge, as if caught in an invisible vice.In a flash, Nero released her wrist and delivered a stinging slap across her face. The crack echoed like a thunderclap, sharp and final, as if he were swatting an irritating mosquito. Mrs. Rashford staggered, her posh updo unraveling in
Samantha stood to the side, her arms crossed, watching Nero with their triplets—Emilia, Ethan, and Elias—huddled around him, their giggles and chuckles filling the room like a melody she hadn’t heard in years. Her heart fluttered, a mix of joy and disbelief, as she saw her children bask in the warmth of a father’s love for the first time. Their small faces glowed, their eyes bright with a pride they’d never known, their voices hoarse from repeating “Father!” like a chant that anchored their young world.Nero knelt among them, his broad frame a steady anchor, his worn jacket and weathered boots a stark contrast to the polished cruelty of the classroom moments before. Emilia, always the boldest, spun around, her pigtails bouncing, and smirked at Marcus, the hulking ten-year-old bully whose designer clothes strained against his bulk. “Look here, we’re not bastards,” she declared, her voice sharp with newfound confidence. “We have a father too.” Elias, emboldened, stuck out his tongue and
“Listen, I’m the king of this place,” he sneered, his voice dripping with venom as he yanked the rope, making Emilia and her brother gasp, their small hands clawing at the coarse fibers digging into their neck. “When I say you’re a bastard, you’d better act like one. Bark like a dog, now!”The other kids snickered, their eyes glinting with amusement, as if watching a twisted cartoon. Emilia’s red-rimmed eyes darted to her brothers, Ethan’s face set in a stoic mask, Elias’s lips quivering. They crawled forward, their knees scraping the hardwood floor, too small to fight back against Marcus’s bulk or his gang’s cruelty.Samantha reached the classroom’s entrance, her breath catching as she froze in the doorway. The sight of her triplets—leashed like animals, their faces grubby and tear-streaked—sent a jolt of shock through her. Her heart pounded, her hands trembling as she rushed forward, dropping her bag with a thud. She knelt, gathering Emilia, Ethan, and Elias into her arms, her finge







