An hour later, doctor Thompson all sweaty and short of breath walked into Chase’s mansion. His knees were shaking, panic all over his face. He threw himself on the couch and wiped off the sweat that dripped from his face with his palm. Despite the air conditioner that was turned on, he still felt quite scorched. For almost a minute Chase just stood still, watching him gasping for air. Then finally Thompson said,“You don’t seem moved at all that…”Chase interrupted with a laugh and said, “I told you. Chris doesn’t have anything on me.” He walked to the bar and poured two glasses of whisky, handed one to Thompson. He took it all down in one sip and sighed heavily. For some reason, watching Thompson gulp down the whisky made Chase smile. “So Chase, how do you plan to make this bad situation go away?” Thompson asked. “I do not!” Chase replied. His expression was calm, a contrast to Thompson’s state. Thompson opened his eyes wider, confused at what Chase had just said.“Thompson,
On the day of trial, Chris and Valerie walked into the police station.“I would like to open a case against Chase Malvins.”“And I would like to open a case against Tasha Donaldson.”Since Chase had decided to play dirty, they had decided they might as well get into the mud. Chase wasn’t a saint, he had his own share of criminal offenses. His attempts to sabotage Chris’ health had come to light. When Chris had left for the countryside, he had been forced to change a doctor in order to access one that was nearer. He found out that he was none diabetic and that he had toxic traces of beta blockers in his body. Chris was examined by three more doctors and they had the same result. Chris knew there had been some sort o sabotage. Doctor Thompson wasn’t one to make a mistake like that. He had been a medical practitioners for years and was one of the best doctors in the country. Thompson had confessed to him about his hand in his unexplained collapses. The doctor confessed that he had
“So, who is telling Mr Malvins?” the man asked. The other pair of men that stood beside him instantly scrunched up their faces, not hiding their anxiety and frustration. “Who is telling me what?” Chase asked as he had suddenly appeared on the staircase. He slowly and carefully walked down the staircase, as if trying not to scuff his brown exquisite craftsman, sleek designer formal shoes. His hand slid into the pocket of his navy blue tuxedo pants. He took his time and walked down to the bottom of the mahogany stairs to his living room. “Who is telling me what, Adam?” Chase asked.“We lost her,” Adam said, shrugging. Chase gasped in surprise and asked, “What do you mean you lost her?”“We watched her leave the mansion, we followed her from a distance. Then suddenly on the highway junction there was a second car that looked exactly like her blue posh car and we just…lost her.”“Number plate?” Chase boomed, his brows burrowed.“Sadly we had not captured Miss Valerie’s number plat
Chris spent the entire night in police custody. Valerie had followed him the previous day when he had been taken into custody, but had been denied to see him until Monday morning which was the next day. For a billionaire whose life was all about luxury and comfort, Chris was having the worst time of his life, a time he never even in his wildest dreams imagined. He spent the entire night sitting, feeling heavily uncomfortable in a room that had no air conditioner, squeezing with other prisoners, but what worried him the most was his family; Valerie and Claire. How would he take care of them now that he was spending the night away.The next morning, Valerie came to see Chris. A scene had erupted as Valerie arrived at the police station. A mob of news reporters pounced on her as soon as she stepped out of her sports car. She had finally made it to the door in one piece, and entered the police station. “I would like to see Mr Malvins, please?” she requested. The police officer that wa
Chris walked into the kitchen. Valerie too was also in the kitchen, sipping a cup of coffee as she sat on a chair. When she became aware of his presence, she raised her head and their eyes met. She then let out a smile. “Finally, she is asleep. Phew!” Chris said, letting out a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank God!” Valerie said and handed Chris a cup. “That lady is upset for sure. She never cries so much I don’t kn…” Chris said as he grabbed a seat. “Darling, can’t I just convince you to let me look for a helper?” Valerie chuckled and said “Uh, that again? I’m fine, we don’t need one.” “I do think we do. We should look for a nanny. And besides, Claire and her will need at least a month to bond before our wedding day because they will most definitely spend the entire day together, or maybe up to a week until our honeymoon is over. We should start preparations as soon as possible.” Valerie was amused by that, playfully arguing if it wasn’t too soon for wedding plans. “Speaking of
The news of Chris and Valerie’s engagement set the media ablaze. The last they had heard of Valerie was during her fiasco with Chase, a few days before their wedding. Since then, Valerie had literally just disappeared from the public eye. She had moved on and started living with Chris, but privately. She knew that if the news got out that she had moved in with her ex boyfriend’s twin, it would just be another scandal. She would have to go through the trouble of explaining that Chris and her were already friends before Chase happened; not that it would be any business of those bloggers and reporters to begin with.Since Claire’s birth, Chris and Valerie were officially together and Chris had finally decided to come out with it as he couldn’t hide his excitement anymore. He had shared a lovely picture of Valerie, in the flower garden looking ravishing as usual. Her dark, rich hair was let loose, flowing down to her back, her face covered in light makeup. Her body was covered in an impe