Twenty one year old rich Laura hated her poor husband and framed him up just to divorce him and marry a rich man. She succeeded and began to chase after her new boss. Twenty five years old Tim Williams fought gallantly in numerous wars and killed many enemies which brought victory to his country, Canterbury. The victory led to envy and his superior shot him but he survived it. After Laura divorced him, he was called back to take as her new new boss but he worked through his representative. Laura has been dreaming of the day she would be the bride of a Young General.
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“I will goad him into a fight and leave this marriage based on domestic violence. I don't understand why he will not accept my proposal to end the marriage,” the twenty-one-year-old Laura resolved.
She woke up and sadly remembered that she had scores to settle with her poor, twenty-five-year-old husband, Tim Williams.
“We are no more in the same league. I want to marry a real man and not a penniless and classless man,” she said to herself and angrily got up from her bed. “How can I meet a real man if I continue to be the wife of a scumbag?” she cursed. Likewise, she threw her duvet off her and tried to get out of bed but halted when the door opened. She glared at Tim who walked in to check on her. “It's time for work, Laura,” he informed her. “So, you know work but you can't get one for yourself? You wretched pauper," she glared at him and yelled. Tim smiled softly and gave his regular response, “I will work when the time comes.” His laissez-faire approach to her chastisements often angered her and she made it clear to him, “Here you go again. Good for nothing fellow. We have been together for three years and you have nothing to show for it.” Tim swallowed hard and smiled as though he did not hear her. He had heard that severally since she got her job. He sat beside her and to his surprise, she slapped him so hard and roared, “Get out of my room.” He smiled dryly and asked her, “Did you hit me, Laura?” She ignored his question and got out of the bed. He stood up too and she charged violently at him. Notwithstanding, he held her hands tightly and restrained her from hitting him again. Now, she was raging with anger and to avoid hitting her, he walked out of her room. “Idiot. Wretched bastard. All you could do is to get me pregnant,” she cursed and watched him leave. “I will abort the pregnancy and quit,” she grumbled and walked into the bathroom. In The Parlor Tim took a deep breath before he sat down on the dining chair. Without delay, he looked at his cross-body bag which contained his heirloom. “I was patient with her when she could not get a job or conceive because of the complications she had after she was raped by some soldiers. Why can't she be patient with me?” He murmured. Soon, she walked to the parlor and was dressed in corporate wear which gave her the aura of a successful career woman. She worked as a secretary to the Chairman of the Auxiliary Armory PLC, a government-owned military equipment company. She enjoyed so much entitlement and was highly respected in the country. Without opening the dishes, she flared up, hit him in the eye, and warned him, “Get a job for yourself and stop eating my food for nothing.” “Stop,” he commanded and held her hands tightly. To his astonishment, she began crying at the top of her lungs, “Help. He wished to kill me. Somebody help me.” At that point, her team of security who were waiting for her in the courtyard were alerted and the Head of Security rushed into the house. “What happened, Mrs. Dickson-Williams?” He asked and looked around for any clue. She held her stomach and requested, “Ugh! I am dying. He hit me and kicked my tummy. Take me to the doctor quickly.” “Oh, my God!" The dutiful Head of security exclaimed and glared at Tim before he periled his life and attacked him.“How dare you hit my boss?”
To his astonishment, Tim twisted his hand and he staggered backward. To avoid showing weakness before his boss, he steadied himself, smiled.“Okay, Boss,” he said and tried to help her.
“What is the matter with you, Laura?" The startled Tim asked but she cried the more.Nevertheless, she instructed the officer, “Take me out of here or he will kill me.”
“It is all right, Mrs. Dickson-Williams,” he accepted. The confused Tim tried to lend a hand but she rebuffed the gesture, “Don't touch me. You murderer.” “You heard her. Don't touch her,” the officer shouted and led her to the car.Instantly, the team moved with the car siren. The sound attracted her parents who lived in the luxury boys' quarters and they were curious.
“What happened?” Her forty-six-year-old mother, Mrs. Madeline Dickson, inquired. “The Boss is critically ill,” one of the guards informed her. “Oh, my goodness! What is happening to my daughter?” She screamed and ran into her room to get ready for the hospital. At The Hospital Before she got to the company's clinic, a team of three doctors was waiting for her. Meanwhile, the moment her convoy left her house with the siren, the pressmen were attracted. They rushed after her convoy and caused gridlock on the way which delayed her parents' movement. “Talk to us, Mrs. Williams. What is troubling you?” The Medical Director, Dr. Jolly Robinson, requested. “Terminate the pregnancy and save me, please. My life is in danger,” she begged with fake agony. “What!” “Why terminate the pregnancy?” The two doctors asked. “This is supposed to be a precious baby, Mrs. Williams,” the Medical Director who was aware of her medical history and how they prayed for the pregnancy, pointed out. As if she was losing her breath, she pleaded, “Abort it on health concerns. I'm dying.” The confused Medical Director shook his head dejectedly, gave his colleagues his consent and they went into action. After a while, they were through with the surgical abortion of the twenty-week-old pregnancy and moved her to the ward to rest. “I had a miscarriage, Mom and Dad,” she informed her parents who were already in her ward. “My grandchild! This is unbelievable,” her mother screamed and her fifty-year-old father, Finley Dickson, asked, “What a tragedy! What happened?” “Tim kicked my stomach this morning,” she sobbed. “What! That gold digger dared to lay hands on you?” Her father asked her angrily. “I know that he is good for nothing. He wished to kill you and inherit everything,” her mother declared. Shortly, her assistant walked in and greeted her, “Good morning, Mrs. Williams. I got the news that you are unwell and decided to check on you.” “That is kind of you, Alice.” “How do you feel now?” “I feel better. Thank you for your concern.” “That is good to hear. The press would like to know what to report. What do I tell them?” “Oh! Just tell them the truth. My lazy husband kicked my stomach because I got a job for him and he rejected it.” She paused and waited for her to write her note. Afterward, she asked, “Is that all, Mrs. Williams?” “No. Inform them that I suffered a miscarriage and that I am recuperating.” “Ouch!” She showed worries. “I got it, Boss," she said and left at once.“Oh! You are an honest girl, my daughter. You didn't withhold the truth from the public,” her mother praised her. “Yes. Have you forgotten that we gave her and her siblings good home training?” Her father added. “You are correct,” she admitted and gave her daughter an encouraging smile. "Oh, my stomach!" She screamed aloud and held her stomach. "What?" Her bewildered parents asked in unison. "The abortion pain is much." "Abortion or Miscarriage?" The astounded parents asked.
At The Complex Laura got up and walked to the door like a bulldog. The Corporal and warden gave way for her or she would have pounced on them. With that, she increased her offenses, and Jerry cashed in and whipped her legs with the horsewhip."Repeat after me, Miss Dickson. Say I will not disturb the peace of the complex again," he requested while flogging her."I will never disturb .... Hey!" She stopped and shrieked in pain.Jerry continued to flog her, and she continued to cry and repeat after him."Run for your life before I kill you. Silly girl," he shouted at her and she obeyed. George was happy to see her running out of the cell like a little mouse frightened out of the Queen's chair.She continued running towards the reception when Jerry joined George in the car and he turned on his ignition."Good job, Sergeant," he said and drove off.Nevertheless, she got to the lobby, and the new security team was surprised to see her running like a thief."What! What are you doing here?
He would have called Cpl. Simpson, who was on night duty, to release her, but it would not give him the satisfaction he wanted. Shortly after, he stormed out of his room, got the car keys from the hangar, and walked to the garage. His car alerted Collins and Jerry the moment he turned on his ignition. They walked out of the boys quarters and focused on him."We are going to the complex. Hop in if you are ready," he informed them.They were troubled and did not want to keep him longer than necessary. Jerry was on his khaki pants and camouflage shirt. Collins was putting on the same shirts upon knickers and was not comfortable with it."I will change to trousers," he said and walked away.Jerry got into the front seat, looked at George's sad face, and inquired, "I hope there's no problem?""The boss said we should release that wrench in the guard room.""Ha! You can ask the Corporal to release her," he advised him."I would have done that not until I lay my hands on her, and she would r
He furrowed his brow when he saw her in the kitchen preparing her dinner."Why doesn't she live in a big house and have security guards and a cook like Laura? At least a cook," he thought."Something should be done about it," he concluded.After he left the parlor, George sat on the couch to wait for him. At that point, he got a message from his father. He relaxed and punched on it. A wide smile covered his face while he was reading through it."She will never stay without trouble," he said when he read that Laura was arrested that morning.In the end, he said, "She would soon be working to finance bills that she incurred out of stupidity."At that point, Tim joined him and they walked to the dining table."How was your meeting with the Major General?" "It went well. Empress has grown lean," he pointed out and George was lost."What has Empress got to do with your meeting?" He asked him at once."Oh! I didn't inform you. The meeting was because of them. She fought with her instructor
To extricate herself, she answered at once, "No, Sir.""Then what happened? Don't keep me here longer than I wish," Dale thundered, and she was fear-stricken. "I apologize, Boss. I agreed with her and watched her walk to her husband. When she was sitting with him in the car, I called Mrs Bentley and showed her the two. She was surprised to see them discussing freely. When she returned, Mrs. Bentley did not bother to verify whether it was true or false."She stopped and looked at Richard who had killing intentions on his face. Tim was relishing the story and hated it when she stopped. He hit his hand on the table angrily and shouted at her, "Then what happened?"Although, they were not familiar with Tim's identity they believed that he was an important person to Dale.Instantly, she continued, "She gave her a knife hand strike. Before she could defend herself, she struck her with her shinbone and they began to fight."They focused on Empress who was still looking down. They compared
"I hope she is all right," he said and was restless.Before Tim walked to the foyer, he remembered Dale's summons to Richard's wife. He looked at his time and mumbled, "I would like to be there."He walked to his room and before he settled down, he heard a knock on the door."Come in, the door is not locked," he said, and George walked in with his stoic face."What is the matter. You scared the farmers away with your look," he made clear to him.He smiled weakly and asked him, "Did I? Miss Dickson attacked her colleague and injured her."Tim furrowed and dismissed him, "I have a meeting with Dale. We will talk about it when I return.""I got it, Boss," he said and returned to his room.Tim lay on the bed, breathed heavily, and asked himself, "What is wrong with this girl? Sacking her would not favor me otherwise, I would have done that."He thought for a while and resolved, "I know what to do?"Likewise, he rested for a while and got up. At that time, he heard Richard's car and tried
To Valentine, Tim may sound boastful but Ambrose knew better. "What do you think, Ambrose? Do we employ another person for that?" Richard asked him."No, Major. I can handle it."He faced Tim, smiled, and undertook, "I got it, Boss. We won't let the Third in Command down.""If you say so.""That is good to hear. Let's see the farmers," Richard said and moved.They followed him at once and walked to the farm. Since the incident of Monday, the farmers had not seen Tim and Richard. They stopped work when they saw them and greeted them accordingly."Good afternoon to you all," they responded simultaneously.Tim stepped aside and Richard addressed them, "Thank you all for your patience."Meanwhile, George, the General Manager, and the team arrived and parked beside the clunker. They got out of the car immediately and George tried to walk to the estate."They are at the farm, Major," one of the security guards informed him after the salutations."Thank you for informing me," he said and mo
At The Complex At lunch, Laura was not back, and Barbara took the initiative. She informed the Corporal of her intentions to be away for lunch and left. She returned at once with her packed food and ate in the cubicle. George and Bright met the General Manager in the elevator and informed him of the arrival of the machines."That is good to hear. I would love to see them. Or what do you think?""I planned to visit there after lunch. We can go together then," he declared.Now, the elevator door opened and they walked out."That is better," the General Manager said and they walked on.Soon, they were at the canteen. They had the meal happily and avoided discussing their proposed visit to the mining field. Their reasons were simple - to avoid luring the other managers from volunteering to come with them. Afterward, they returned to their offices and hoped to leave at 2 PM.Nevertheless, the exhausted Laura returned a few minutes before 2 PM. As for lunch, she was aware that she had miss
At Mount Olive "Kindly get your attorney, Young lady," the officer advised Laura."I was wrong, Officer. I shouldn't have missed my way," she declared, concealing her motive for visiting the palace.The officer pouted, gave her the statement paper, and said, "Write all you could remember about the incident here."Now, she was conscious of her office and afraid that she might be too late to work. She looked at the time and it was a few minutes before 9 AM.'Barbara would be happy to see me punished if I am late to work,' she lamented and began to write her statement quickly."I'm through, Officer," she showed her the statement and announced.She collected it, looked through it, and informed her, "The DPO is in a meeting. I will submit it to him after that."Instantly, she began to fidget and asked her, "Huh! When will that be? I should be in my office."She paid no heed to her question and simply said, "Kindly wait at the reception.""Hey! I'm in trouble," she exclaimed, got up and w
She saw herself walking into the palace and was covered with sweat immediately. The officer was calm and watching the television as well. She switched her look from the television to the officer. When she got to the point, she said, 'I'm in the wrong place,' she looked down and pursed her lips to suppress her nervousness.'Ella must have done this. The Duke does not know my house and could not have gotten my address,' she thought.The officer picked up her form and looked at it. Without any signs of anger, she said, "Your workplace on the form is different from what you said in the footage."'Why can't I get it right? Why can't I get what I want?' she asked herself in low spirits."Did you get my question?" The officer asked her when she failed to answer her."I apologize, officer. We can talk it over," she pleaded, hoping to bribe her.At Tim's House "Just calm down. Everything will be sorted out shortly," Tim advised Richard and they began to wait."Do you mind breakfast?" Tim off
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