Chapter 1

Away from the buzzing city at the far corner, a very comfortable marble street smells like luxury. Stood one of the most beautiful mansions ever seen. With outstanding beautiful decor right away from the buzzing city and the town.

 Avery lives in that mansion, beautiful as always. With long red hair, a perfectly pointed nose and 6.7feet tall. Perfect ocean blue eyes. Perfect lip and most beautiful voice ever.

Grew up under the care of her nannies. Father is always busy with work running the company, mother always tending to her beautiful flowers right outside the garden . Abram her older twin brother outside in the garden listening to music and enjoying the beat.

Mira, her older step sister walking around aimlessly sulking and giving orders to all and sundry. Simon, her younger brother, ran around while the maid ran after him. He will be going back to school by the weekend.

Avery sighed as she used her hands to cover her face against the ray of sun coming to her room right through her window. She stood up from the bed throwing her covers on the floor. Ringing the bell and walking into the bathroom. Putting on the shower and humming her favorite song that her grandma always sang for her. 

After bathing, she went back to her room naked, seeing that her bed had been arranged and her clothes spread in the bed.

 She scoffed that's her mother's handiwork always wanted her dressing in long skirts and turtle neck sweatshirts. She turned away and went to her closet and brought out a pair of jeans and a crop top. Comb her hair and pack it into a bun. Looked at herself in the mirror. Putting on her jacket and going straight to the dinner room.

Some maids pass her by greeting her. Others were not shocked at seeing her still home at this time instead of being at the office. She helped her father to run the business here in South America.

Avery doesn't like being delayed and walking past them without response. Went to the kitchen. Other maids greet her as she walks to the fridge. Pick out an orange juice and went out back and head to the diner room.

On getting there she saw her whole family sitting round the table all probably waiting for her.

She walks straight to her seat. Put the orange juice on the table and took her seat.

“Good of you to finally join us princess” Mira said with a scoff.

“Oh thanks for your concern Mira,” Avery said with a smile.

 “Oh you are certainly welcome. We all thought, Maybe you died in your sleep,” Mira said, cutting her steak really hard.

 “I'm certain you are very disappointed that I didn't die in my sleep.” Avery respond 

“Yeah, very disappointed. Who knows your death will be very soon anyways” Mira said shrugging.

“Yeah and also before then maybe you should watch your back also, you never know who will stab you directly with a sharp two hedged knife” Avery said with a smile so beautiful as always.

“Bang!” a loud noise was heard echoing in the dinner room.

“Enough you two” Matthew their father shouted.

“What is wrong with you two, can't one enjoy a peaceful breakfast?” Abram said.

“Well of course one can, my apologies father” Mira said.

Avery scoffed, all eyes went to her. She looked around and said 

“Sorry,” she said sarcastically.

      * * *

“What was that during breakfast, come on can't you at least control yourself” Abram said.

“Mind your business dude nobody asked you for your opinion” Avery said turning and opening the front door.

“You should get yourself checked you are crazy” Abram said and left

Avery scoffed and went down towards the car and was about to enter when

“Avery! Avery darling!” a beautiful woman in her Early 40s, beautiful with her short red her flying behind her rushing outside towards Avery 

“Avery darling, where are you off to dress like that, didn't you see my clothes recommendations? And aren't you going to work today?” she said in her perfectly fluent British accent getting to the car

“Mum I'm not going far just going into the city go get somethings I will be back in a jiffy” Avery said closing the car door 

“ Your father needs you in his study, you should go meet him, I think it's important”. Amma said

“Ok mum I will go see him once I return. I have to go now.” Avery said and put in more pressure on the clutch and drove away.

“Avery!!” her mother shouted.

* *

Right in the city in a luxury Club with loud music and people dancing. Underneath the building is an underground office/warehouse. Only known by a few people. Ran by the most influential and richest, most handsome man ever. With the most awesome abs. And a perfect body shape. Always looking handsome and dazzling.

 Walking into the warehouse three bodyguards walk behind him as he enters the room.

 He looked around seeing a fragile man sitting on the ground with his hands and feet chained.He walked towards a chair where a bodyguard cleaned the chair for him to sit.

He sat and started tapping his foot on the ground. He looked at the miserable man who was cowering in fear of the man sitting right before him.

“Is this the one?” He asked, watching him trying to take cover.

“Yes boss” Luck, his assistant answered.

“Hmm” he said. “So it's you who was selling out my business deals?” He asked, and looked at the culprit and shook his head

“Uh who wouldn't, looking how skinny you are I'm sure you need it to survive” He said.

“M- Mr Richardson I'm sorry i-i didn't mean to do it, I was put in a tight position.” The culprit said in fear 

“Uh tight position, I see. You know you could have come to me and tell me what's going on. That's reasonable you know” He said, bringing out a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it up.

“I'm sorry my family was threatened, I didn't know what to do, I had to do something or lose them. I had to choose one. And I can't lose my family” the culprit said.

“Oh so bad, it's so bad that you won't lose them”

“Huh?” The culprit asked, confused.

He stood up from his chair, threw the cigarettes away,walked away and gave one of his men a signal to release him.

“I mean you won't lose your family. I give you my word. You know my word is my bond. I won't definitely go against my word” he said, turning around and looking at the man who looked at him with eyes of happiness. For being released and hoping to see his family again.

“I promise you, you won't lose your family” He said with a smile at the culprit. He look at him from his head to his toe 

“How so sad they will be when they see you this way” He said 

The culprit looked at himself and saw how very haggard he looked. Definitely Mr Richardson was right. His little girl would cry her eyes out seeing her father looking this dirty.

“Mr Richardson, I'm–”

“Don't worry, I will give you a chance to go to the mall to go get yourself a decent clothes and go look for your family” Mr Richardson said throwing some money on the floor 

“A-a second chance? I'm so sorry sir I promise it won't happen again. I promise” the culprit said.

“Of course it won't happen again, go on now” Mr Richardson said.

“Thank you Mr Richardson” the culprit said and ran towards the money packed everything and ran for the door on opening the door he heard a loud bang.

“Bang!” He was shocked. What was that? He turned around and saw Mr Richardson holding a gun, at once the pain hit him, he looked down at his tommy and saw blood rushing out. He held his stomach as he came to realize that Mr Richardson shot him straight in his stomach.

He fell on the floor holding his stomach as thought of his family hit him. His wife, his children and his mother. He will never see them again. 

Mr Richardson walks close to the man on the floor gasping for breath.

“I promised you right? I promise you won't lose them, but I didn't promise they won't lose you. I kept my own part of the promise” he said with a smile and spat in the dying man.

“A parting gift” he said and signaled his men and went outside the warehouse straight into his awaiting car.

In the car he was tapping in his pad with his assistant sitting in the passenger seat.

“Send fifty thousand dollars to his family and fly them out of the country, and keep them silent for life.” he said not lifting his head.

“Send them the body and a message nobody dares play with Andrew Richardson”.

“Right away sir” luck Said 

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After a few turns they arrived at a magnificent tall building. It's Eric's house. He lives alone as he enjoys the peace and quiet.

On getting down from the car.

“Sir?” Luck called 

He turned and looked at him

“Your father requested your present at the old mansion,” he said.

Eric not responding left him standing there and went inside.

 What a day. 

Erich MacMillies, the richest man in the whole of South America and beyond. Started his own business at the age of 19 and has been running it till this date, now the business has branches everywhere all over the country. With different rivals. He owns his own mafia den and nobody dares challenge him. The press and cops have been in and out of the Mafia ring but not knowing who owns it. Because they all know him as Andrew Richardson, nobody has seen his real face because he's always in a mask in the Mafia world but in the real World he is Eric MacMillies. The CEO of Ericmac enterprise, Ericmac entertainment industry and lots more.

He went into his bathroom, took a fast bath dressed up and went out to the waiting car got in and left to the old mansion after instructing luck to go home.

* * *

“Damn it!” Avery shouted looking around. 

“How did he know? Who gave out the information here?” She asked, looking around. 

Avery is a secret detective,She's being unto Andrew Richardson with the lead she got. But so far she got to a dead end until someone told her they knew about his whereabouts. John was sent to join the Richardson mafia den and to gain his trust and eventually report to the detective. But unfortunately John was found dead with his tongue cut out in front of her secret underground office by the securities.

“Damn it, the one chance I had to hold down that Andrew man is being blown away” she said and sat on her chair.

Her phone rang again for the tenth time, it was her father calling. Of course her father never approved of her being a detective. She had to work for her father so the man would think that she gave up hopes of being a detective.

“Send the body to the morgue and we will see what we can do after then” she said and left.