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David's voice sounded distant, more like it was coming from under water. Christian didn’t answer immediately. His fingers tightened around the glass, his jaw clenched as he stared into thin air unfocused. He wasn’t ok, he couldn’t take it anymore, his problem wasn’t the alcohol or even the noise he just hated the fact that a woman was living in his home. “What’s going on boss?” David asked again, this time lowering his head to know exactly what the problem is. “I’m fine ... .just let me be” his vision was blurry but he was still trying to sit strong. “You genuinely do not look fine boss, I think you drank too much,” David worried. “I said I am fine!” That was the turning point. David leaned back studying him quietly, he knew when to stop pushing especially when it came to his complicated boss. Christain poured another glass for himself as he gulped it down his throat. “Oh my God, sir you need to calm down” David warned. He knew his boss so well, he had zero alcohol tolerance, he'd get drunk from just a cup and right now it felt as if he wanted to kill himself. Just when he felt like the whole situation wouldn’t get any worse Christian’s phone started to ring. David stared at the screen and he was shocked. “Sir….. your mom is calling?” He whispered Of course he knew he was in big trouble, she’d blame him for allowing Christian drink this much. “Oh fuck! You guys should leave me alone” Christian aggressively replied. He was no longer himself, the effect of the alcohol has taken over completely and David was completely confused. He picked the phone and slowly responded to the woman over the other line. “Hello son? Where have you been all morning? The investors are already calling” she sounded worried. “Uhm… good morning ma’am we might have a bit of an issue” David responded, his voice shaking, he knew the amount of nagging he’d be getting in a few minutes time once he spilled the beans. “David, is that you? Put Christian on the line” she demanded. “Actually ma’am the boss is drunk and he’s in a really terrible condition and I can’t help me alone I need help” “What!!!!! You say WHAT!!!” Her voice echoed through the phone. David almost threw the phone away in fear. “David, I think you’re mad! You have one fucking job and that’s to make sure my son is ok and what did you do, you went ahead to let him drunk to stupor and you know Chrstian doesn’t have any tolerance for alcohol” her voice sounded like a great thunder storm. “I’m sorry ma’am but I was on my leave, I just walked into the restaurant when I saw….” “Oh please shut up! Daniella!!!!” She screamed over the phone. “Yes ma’am” David could hear the beautiful voice of a lady. He was confused “Uhm sorry ma are you at the boss house?” He asked, trying to be sure he didn’t miss heard, he had worked for Chrstian for more than 14 years and he knew Benson would never bring in a woman into the house, not for any reason. The only woman he had seen was Angella and she was always sticking around Christian’s mom, she dare not speak directly to him. “Of course!” The woman rudely answered and then turned back to Daniella. “I am going to send you a phone number just call him and find the location of Christian make sure you get my son back home” she screamed and walked away. Daniella stood there with her heart beating, of course he was a child he knew he couldn’t tolerate alcohol but yet he just wants to make her life a living hell. She groaned inside of her as she walked out of the living room heading up stairs to pick her phone. “What kind of a man doesn’t tolerate alcohol” she muttered under her breath as she picked her phone from the bed and headed straight outside the building going to look for Christian at the said location. When Daniella got to the restaurant David was shocked, he stared at her from top to bottom, this has to be one of the most beautiful ladies he has ever come across, of course she didn’t do too much. Daniella was dressed in her usual boyfriend crazy jeans, a baggy top that swallowed her curvy shape, her hair packed into a bum one would see her and call her homeless. But regardless she just couldn’t hide her resistible beauty. “Uhm … hello you’re ?” David found himself stammering as his eyes stayed fixed on the young lady whose eyes didn’t leave Christian’s face as she watched him misbehave in his drunk state. “Daniella nice to meet you, I’m Christian’s new house help” she was straight plain and not one bit flirty. This was unusual, to David every lady that had come across Christian wanted to have a one night stand with him, but this she was different, at this point she genuinely found Christian irritating and this made him laugh. “I’m sorry I am David his personal assistant, his always like this when ever he drinks” “So how possible is it that a grown ass man doesn’t have any tolerance for alcohol?” Daniella asked as she walked over to Christian pulling him up. “Let go of me” he growled and she glared at him with anger “please where is the car?” She asked as David stood there staring in amazement. “Wow, you’re something else” he whispered as he led the way heading to the car. On getting to the car Daniella pulled Christian inside and closed the door behind her just when the car was about to start he puked all over her. “Oh my God!” This was the height of it, she was definitely going to lose her mind because of this annoying freak. “What did you …” she screamed but Christian was already closing his eyes slowly, almost falling asleep. It felt like she was talking to a ghost because he was already lost as a result of the drink. “I’m so sorry” David apologized as he sat in the staring wheel. “It’s fine let’s just go home” Daniella responded trying to calm her nerves down before she loses her temper and kills him right there and then. Daniella pulled off her top leaving just the bra singlet she had on Christian tore his eyes open as they dropped on her cleavage he couldn’t stare away. It looked soft plumpy like something he wanted to get his hands on. “Damn” he groaned his eyes not moving away “What is wrong with you?” Daniella screamed.Daniella couldn’t take her eyes off the photograph.The man standing beside her father and Thomas Harper looked painfully familiar, but she couldn’t immediately place him. He wasn’t a stranger. That was what frightened her most. Somewhere in the years she had spent searching for answers, she had seen his face before.Christian took the photograph from her and studied it carefully.“Who is he?”Evelyn remained silent.“Evelyn,” Christian said firmly. “You said he was the person your father trusted most. I need his name.”Evelyn finally looked at him.“Richard Hale.”Daniella’s stomach dropped.“No.”Christian’s expression changed.“Richard?”Evelyn nodded.“The same Richard Hale who carried you out of your father’s house the night Derrick died.”Daniella stared at the photograph.The man who had always claimed he was trying to protect her.The man who had admitted making a deal with her uncle.The man who had disappeared when they needed answers most.Richard had been there long before
The cemetery was almost empty when they arrived. The sun had already disappeared behind the horizon, leaving the sky dark enough for the cemetery lights to cast long shadows across the rows of graves. Daniella stood beside the car without moving, staring at the path ahead.She had avoided this place for eighteen years.Not because she had forgotten her father.Because she remembered him too well.Christian stood beside her, close enough that their shoulders almost touched. He didn’t try to force her forward. He simply waited.“You don’t have to do this alone,” he said.Daniella looked at him.“I’ve done everything alone.”“I know.”Something in those two words made her chest tighten.She looked away and started walking.Marcus remained near the car while Christian followed her. Evelyn walked several steps behind them, her face tense.Daniella eventually stopped in front of a large stone.DERRICK CRUZ.Her father’s name stared back at her.For several seconds, she couldn’t breathe.She
The black vehicle stopped several feet from them, its engine still running. For a moment, nobody moved. Daniella stood beside Christian, her eyes fixed on the passenger door as the silence around the old training house grew heavier.Then the door opened.A woman stepped out.Daniella’s breath caught.“Evelyn.”Her aunt closed the door slowly. She was dressed in dark clothes, her hair pulled back, and there was a pistol firmly held in her right hand.Christian immediately moved in front of Daniella.“Stay behind me.”Daniella barely heard him. She could not take her eyes off Evelyn.Her aunt looked at Christian, then at Marcus, and finally at Daniella. There was something different in her expression. She did not look triumphant. She did not look angry.She looked terrified.“Put the gun down,” Christian ordered.Evelyn’s fingers tightened around the weapon.“If I wanted to shoot you, Christian, I would have done it before stepping out of the car.”“That doesn’t answer my question.”“No
Silence filled the locked room.Daniella stared at the photograph in front of her, trying to make sense of what she had just heard.Her father.Thomas Harper.Samuel Reed.All standing together.Working together.Investigating the same enemy.For years, she had believed the Cruz family and the Harper family stood on opposite sides of a war. She had built her entire life around that belief. Every lesson her uncle taught her, every lie he fed her, every ounce of hatred she carried had been built on the idea that Christian’s family was connected to her father’s death.Now, another truth stood before her.Their fathers had been allies.Christian picked up the photograph again.“My father never spoke about this,” he said quietly.Samuel Reed sat down slowly in the old wooden chair.“That was intentional.”Daniella looked at him.“What do you mean?”Samuel sighed.“Your fathers agreed that if something happened to them, some secrets would die with them.”“Why?”“Because the wrong people alr
Daniella stood completely still.For twenty years, Samuel Reed had existed only as a name buried in old photographs and fragments of conversations. She had never expected to see the man himself, let alone have him appear at the very place where she had spent her childhood being trained by the man who murdered her father.Christian moved toward the window.“Stay here.”Daniella shook her head.“No.”He looked at her.“If that’s Samuel Reed, I’m going with you.”Christian studied her for a moment before nodding.Marcus moved ahead of them, weapon ready, while the others secured the room. Daniella followed Christian out of the training house and into the cold night air.The man standing beside the vehicle did not move.He was older than he had been in the photograph, his hair almost completely gray, his face marked by years of exhaustion. He wore a dark coat and held both hands where they could be seen.When his eyes landed on Daniella, something changed in his expression.He looked at h
The old training house stood in complete darkness when Daniella arrived.She remained inside the car for several seconds, staring through the windshield at the building that had once been the center of her entire childhood. Every wall held a memory she wished she could forget. Every room reminded her of the person she had been forced to become.Christian stepped out beside her and closed the car door.“You don’t have to go in if you’re not ready.”Daniella looked at him.“I’ve been ready for this since the day I found out my uncle lied to me.”Christian nodded.“Then we do it together.”Marcus and his men spread out around the property while Christian and Daniella entered through the same door they had used before.The training house was silent.Daniella switched on her flashlight and slowly walked through the corridor.She remembered being seven years old, standing in this same hallway while her uncle shouted at her because she had refused to continue training. She remembered the bru
Daniella's eyes jerked open as tears rolled down from them, she slowly wiped the tears away trying to clear her vision still figuring out where she was, her brain relaxed and flicked back, of course this was her first night in this house. She yawned uncontrollably as she stretched her way out of
The hot liquid hit her skin before her brain could process what was happening. “Aharhhhh!” Daniella staggered back instantly, the tray slipping slightly from her grip as the coffee soaked into her cloth. She glared at him hard, tears building up in her eye lids, a smirk escaping her lips, of
The door knob twisted sideways, Daniella froze, for a moment she felt her entire world crumbling right in front of her, the job hadn't even started yet and now she was going to be caught holy father. How did she not hear his car coming in? And just then her instinct kicked in, her brain acting fas
The night was filled with nothing but laughter, peace and joy music blasting every angel of the compound left right and center, people chatting happily and freely walking around with drinks in their hands. Ladies wore bun shorts patrolling the environment looking for men to absorb their millions.







