LOGINTruly, nothing says “good morning” like emotional damage served fresh ☕ Today’s chapter features a rare and fascinating creature: an antagonist attempting to justify his life choices… right before his best friend politely (and by “politely,” I mean mercilessly) dismantles both his arguments and his dignity. It’s a touching exploration of friendship, honesty, and the emotional equivalent of being hit with a chair. Please enjoy responsibly 😌—side effects may include secondhand embarrassment and a sudden urge to never argue with someone who knows your entire backstory. If the chaos entertained you, a like 👍, gem 💎, or rating ⭐ is always appreciated—it helps fund future acts of fictional emotional devastation and gently convinces the author to keep going.
“Were you any better?” Ron countered without backing and added “Worse, you even attacked her folks back home…”“No… I didn’t…” Daniel shook his head in denial at first before pausing as he remembered something and mumbled faintly “I only sent someone to warn them for raising such a vicious daughter.”“Warn??? Heh!” Ron scoffed “How far did the warning go? Do you not know?”“I just made them lose their jobs…” Daniel’s eyes darted guiltily as he lowered his head; he didn’t think it was too much to give them a lesson.“Do you know that the bullying you incited or paid for, didn’t just stop them from being able to work…. But also followed them all the way to their hometown, making it impossible for them to live…” Ron paused as he took a sip with a bitter expression “They eventually committed suicide.”“What???” Daniel’s eyes widened in shock before shaking his head “Does Michelle know?”“Why do think she willingly agreed to take part in Christopher’s scheme?” Ron hooked his eyebrows at Da
The drive and the journey were unbearable for Daniel and yet none of his companions offered him any analgesics. The heartless man and woman even stopped the airhostess giving him anything to numb his pain, saying that he was allergic to those meds. ‘Hell…’ he felt like screaming that ‘he was not allergic to anything but pain’…however, the pain was so unbearable that he couldn’t utter a single word but whimper in pain.His consciousness floated in and out, tormented by pain; he had no idea how or when the journey ended, as when his consciousness returned next, long enough for him to remain sane, he was already back at his office in Holston holdings. But worse than the pain was the memory, the memory he regained…. Of his failed attempt and how he made a grand fool of himself.He stood up from his chair in a daze… confused as to why Christopher would let him walk scot-free after having him under his foot, reduced to an ant, waiting to be trampled. He looked around, his eyes still clouded
Daniel slowly gained consciousness, but his head still hurt; it hurt so much that he couldn’t even see what was in front of him, even his mind was playing tricks on him as his memories became jumbled, making it impossible for him to make sense of it.He tried to sit up, holding his temples that were throbbing uncontrollably before gritting his teeth and ordering Michelle who seemed to be standing indifferently by the side “Get me some meds for the pain.”Michelle didn’t respond to Daniel’s order but instead turned her head to look at Night Slade and Night Song. Daniel followed her gaze and saw the two people sitting leisurely on the sofa; he remembered that his headache seemed to have started following the consumption of the tea that was delivered by the man and became agitated.He gritted his teeth and questioned “What did you put in the tea? Are you planning to poison me to death along with your partner?”“I didn’t think Mr Holston had any scruples with poisoning considering he used
At Daniel’s end, morning came, just the same as every other day for the last 4 weeks, however it was destined to be the day that bought forth Daniel’s worst nightmare.Daniel and Michelle were having breakfast when the doorbell rang. Daniel raised his head, turning his gaze towards Michelle, he lifted his eyebrows enquiringly. They had been here for close to a month and had never had any visitors call on them; they had hardly met anyone even when they went on their evening walks. It was like walking through a ghost town.He had no idea where the groceryman delivered all their daily necessities from, but he never saw any shops when they went out in close proximity to where they were staying; the guests at diner they visited on the weekends could be counted on one hand. Even the registry to collect their marriage certificate was an hour and a half drive away. He didn’t know whether to praise or curse his brilliance for coming up with such a plan for getting married without his grandfathe
Everyone settled back into the rhythm of their life with the Burkes, Everett, Bridgette and Hua Yuren and his team going back to their respective homes.True to his word, little baby had his parents move his things to Chris’s place claiming that he was staying there till the babies were born and old enough to look after themselves. Grace felt helpless as she looked at the diaper clad adult who still needed someone to look after him, who was clamouring for his things to be moved as he needed to look after his unborn siblings.She turned her gaze towards Chris and Emile hoping they would talk some sense into her little overlord but to her surprise, neither had any issues; they sat looking at the clamouring little overlord with an indulgent smile.“I will stay with them too.” Marcus too announced shamelessly, before turning to little baby “Come with big brother to pack your things.” He didn’t think there was anything wrong with asking little baby to pack his things. He was used to his lit
About an hour into the exploration when Chris was about to call it a day as he saw Emile getting tired, the alarm sounded in his ears. He hugged Emile close and gestured her to lie on his back, which she happily obliged; he dove towards the alarm with lightning speed after ensuring his dear wife was comfortable. He didn’t have any doubts about Night Blade’s capabilities, but he still couldn’t stop himself.Inwardly he shook his head helplessly as he saw his treasures too, diving in the direction of the alarm; they must have gotten Night Wing to rig little baby’s gear so that they could hear him if he called.However, unaware of the emotions of his little uncle and treasures who were diving towards him at the speed of light, little baby was in a battle of his own; he was wildly flailing and thrashing his little hands and feet, trying to escape from Night Blade’s iron claws that held him captive. He had just found an opening, something that looked like a narrow passage and wanted to cont
The next month was more bearable; less torturesome, with Daniel returning less frequently. Even when he returned, Emile didn’t have to worry about endless torture…. His phone would always dutifully ring after half an hour to an hour and would almost always leave immediately regardless of whether he
“Huh?” Emile raised her head to look at Christopher with a confused gaze.“Do you want to make it difficult for Mr Holston to find you or do you want to make it close to impossible unless you want it?” Christopher explained patiently.“Next to impossible.” Emile didn’t have to think “I don’t want anyo
Emile was discharged from hospital 2 days later. Abbey was waiting patiently for Emile to get back before hounding her to make up for lost time. The ladies spent the next day indulging in beauty salons while Christopher busied himself with all the work that had piled up.The next day, they
The twelve-day tour was another eye opener; Despite the negative reviews online regarding safety and poverty in Madagascar, the natural beauty of the country was astonishing and well worth the trip in Emile’s and Abbey’s dictionary. To Christopher, as long as he could travel with Emile and see her s







