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52. LAST GOODBYE

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The meeting was forever adjourned.

What was the point of continuing when I had just been fired? No one dared walk into my office after that. I wrecked my hand through my hair for the millionth time. I just knew this was not the only punishment I would receive, I knew Storm had more in store for me and I couldn’t help but pale.

Too many problems found their way to me and soon I could not process any of them. I was stuck and I didn’t know how to pull myself out. The scene played over and over in my head, thinking of the war I had nearly brought to life.

Why had my father threatened war from my disappearance?

I never thought it would all get so messy yet there was no way I would have gone home Friday night after everything I went through, after seeing Storm with that woman. Leaving had been the best option for me yet, still, I clawed at myself for all the chaos it had erupted.

A knock came at my door, snapping me from the document I had been reading for the past hour.

This was my la
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Sacha De Nijs
Poor Brandy!!!
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Jahva Bang
Thank you for finally bringing Storm’s POV back…
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Jahva Bang
Its always only 1 chapter a day, Makes you lose interest but you keep you interested at the same time.
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  • HIS SECRET WIFE   140. BELOW ROCK BOTTOM

    Three months later“Ruth, it’s busy tonight, join the kitchen.” “Okay.” I closed the ledger and pushed up from the chair in my little stuffy corner office. I pushed my hair up, slipping my ribbon to hold it together and wrapped the tail into a tight bun. I switched the short heels for my socks and sneakers which I kept under my table for nights like these. I turned the corner, seeing tonight’s crowd. The diner was packed full. Eddie wasn’t good with the books, when I showed him my high school results he promoted me to the accountant so he wouldn’t have to deal with the numbers and procurement. The pay bump wasn’t much but I did not have to deal with the irritating customers. I was very irritable and preferred being left alone all day long anyway. Thank God for Maggie’s cooking skills. It made it easy for me to get a job. If someone had told me four years back that I would end up where I was, I would have laughed my ass off. Getting into the busy kitchen, I took over the fryer. I

  • HIS SECRET WIFE   139. DEADLY AND PAINFUL GOODBYE

    Hendrix and Neria were in surgery. My baby had been checked by the doctor. Blue had been hit, his ear had been bleeding. The doctor attended to him then advised what medicine he would need at home. We needed to bring Bue back in two weeks to check if his hearing had been affected. The morning could not get any worse. I sat by the theatre where my friend, who I had dragged into this, was being operated on along with my husband. No word had been said on them, how bad their conditions were. Ryan’s men filled the hall, all looking pale as if their lives were on the line.I ran my hand through my hair again, tears having dried, my well dry and used up. I had said so many prayers and I was raw. The pacing did not help and sitting down did not help either. I did not know what to do with myself. In my head I kept playing it back, what could I have done for us not to end up here? Each time my brain hit a dead end. I could not think, my bran tired yet I could not stop torturing it. I had clea

  • HIS SECRET WIFE   138. CREATING BLOODY ART

    I opened the door and took the steps one at a time, the gun held with both hands, having reloaded it. The music was loud, making it impossible to hear anything. I reached the steel door at the top, placing my bloody hand on it then pushed the handle down slowly. I jerked the door open, sliding in with my finger on the trigger, ready to make it rain. My eyes fell on a kitchen island, the kitchen empty, bottles of beer and trash everywhere, a stink in the air. Slowly, I went through, leaning against the wall. I slid down then peeped into the living room where they all were. Smoke filled the room, the stench of alcohol heavy. I could hear women moaning. “What are you going to do with the kid?!” “Fucking sell him ofcourse, I already have a buyer, fucking good money too! Gave me a business idea!” “You are so fucked up!”“Not as much as I am about to fuck this whore!” Laughter and giggles filled the room then the moans. I tightened my grip on the gun, closing my eyes, saying my fina

  • HIS SECRET WIFE   137. ATTACK

    “You know it’s four a.m right?” “I am five minutes away, please alert the guards I am coming, open the gate and garage” Was all I said as I took the sharp corner up to Ryan's house, cutting the call. I pressed harder on the gas, the car not able to go any faster than it already was. My hands clenched, pale, and burning from the pain of the tight grip. The lights from the house came to view, bright. I dared take a look again at Hendrix’s dot on the map, my chest clenching even more, my jaw set. The dot still hadn’t moved, wanting to not think the worst but it was hard to ignore the fact now.The gates opened as I approached and I was afraid, if not, I would have run them through. I turned, going straight to the garage and slid in the open spot. I did not even turn off the car; jumped off, and ran for the door to the house, running in. I nearly hit Neria while turning the corner. “Girl!” She exclaimed, stepping back. I was shaking, could barely even speak. “I need guns,” Was all I

  • HIS SECRET WIFE   136. HELPLESS

    I was running after Hendrix, not knowing what to do with myself. “I am coming with you,”He had run up to the apartment and changed the suit to more stretchy dark clothes. I stood watching him check his guns and stashing them into a large bag. I had never felt so helpless in my life, watching everything spin around me. Hendrix did not have to say anything, I knew I would be a distraction. He pulled a black bennie on, we both knew he was leaving me behind. He was on autopilot and I did not want to be in his way as he packed all he would need. My arms wrapped around my waist, finally giving up the fight, watching helplessly, knowing there wasn’t much I could do to get my baby. Hendrix dropped the bag on the bed, the clutter of metal heard then he turned, his eyes falling on me. His face was hard, never having seen him that pale, his jaw tight. Those eyes were dark. No one would believe that just a few hours ago they were filled with happiness and a gleam. The distance closed between

  • HIS SECRET WIFE   135. MISSING

    This was how I was going to die. In my head I could see it and I knew this was how I was going to lose my life. I had accepted, accepted it the second Sam’s words settled in my head. If I had to claw Damon’s insides with my bare hands, I would. Raw, the nerve exposed leaving me deaf and numb to everything that was happening. The car couldn’t go any faster but it felt like it was moving in slow motion. My eyes were trained ahead, sitting pressed forward, scanning every car we passed. There was no way we could see the cars they were driving. We had no way of tracking them nor knowing which direction they took from the house but still, I felt like stopping every car in search of my baby. Familiar streets appeared, Hendrix hitting full gas, the car flew on the road. The loud noise of the tires screeching filled the air as we took a sharp turn and up the driveway. The car was barely on park when we jumped out. I took the steps two at a time. So much hate was threading through me, pulsing

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