HAPPINESS was an understatement as to what Queen felt at the moment, she was more than happy, elated, excited to hear what her father had just told her. “Oh my! Daddy, unbelievable!” She exclaimed again.Her father laughed.“You can say that again honey.”“Yoo! I'm taking the next flight immediately, I'm returning as soon as possible,” she gushed.He laughed again.“Oh no honey, you have to take things slowly. Let's not appear too desperate okay? Take your time and finish up whatever you are doing there, let the young man himself yearn for you,” he said.Queen pulled up a worry face, a wry smile followed, and then she laughed. “Daddy, I never knew you were a relationship therapist, and coach,” she said.“A good one at that,” they both laughed.“You can say that again, I heard you though.”“Alright. Let me get back to work and leave you to get back as well, we will talk about your home return later in the night,” he said as he looked outside the glass windows, overlooking the busy st
MR. Samuel Wilberforce was sitting at his expansive mahogany desk the moment the call from Lady Frances came in. The polished surface reflecting the warm glow of the afternoon sun streaming through the tall windows of his office. The luxurious surroundings of Wilberforce Industries’ headquarters were a testament to his success, though he knew it paled in comparison to the opulence of the Escobar estate. Yet, he didn’t mind. He was a content man, driven more by ambition and pride than envy.He has just finished reviewing the quarterly financial reports when his phone buzzed. Glancing at the screen, his eyes had widened with surprise and curiosity as it saw whom the caller was. His heart even skipped a beat as he answered the call.Now, just a few minutes ago, he has just got off the phone with her, his heart leapt. This was the call he had been waiting for, dreaming of, for years. Ever since Queen, his one and only daughter had grown into a poised and accomplished young woman, he had
HE was so angry, and the worst part was that he didn't know if the anger was for Maria, for abandoning her mission and thwarting it, or it was for Oswald, for being so inaccessible as a result of his cruelty. Carlson was just angry.He let out a loud wail and all the ladies in the circle flinched, Maria inclusive. “Get out you all,” Kaylan shouted and in seconds, they all scurried out of the living room, everyone that had gathered. Maria headed for her little room, her heart still in her mouth.In order to curtail his anger, Carlson stormed out of the living room and walked through the grand hallway, his face a mask of fury. Maria's unexpected return had ignited a rage within him that he could barely contain. The very thought of Oswald escaping his trap again, for the upteenth time was enough to drive him insane in anger.Without hesitation, he took out his phone from his pocket and dialed his mother, Lady Frances. The line barely rang once before she answered, her voice filled with
THE morning sun filtered through the tall windows of Oswald's penthouse, casting a golden hue over the sleek, modern furnishings. The moment he noticed the girl from the previous night wasn't on the bed with him as expected, he quickly sat up, and looked around. Then he yawned loudly and slowly sat up.Now sitting at the edge of his bed, his mind became consumed by the events of the previous night. The intensity of his encounter with Isabella lingered, a mixture of satisfaction and something darker.Firstly, who was she? Was she really a business woman as she had said? Damn! He had even had sex with her, for the first time in years since Sophia's demise, jeez! He splayed his right hand on his forehead.He was still deep in thoughts when Maria, knocked softly on the door. He subconsciously looked towards it, and then hissed loudly, he had even forgotten he had a maid.“What is it? Come in,” he said and the door creaked open, Maria entered carrying with her a tray of breakfast, his brea
THE dim, ambient lighting of Club Elegance cast a luxurious glow over the bustling crowd. The air was thick with the hum of laughter and conversation, punctuated by the clinking of glasses. Oswald entered the club with his usual air of confidence, his entourage behind and in front of him, his associates already gathered at a reserved table near the back. As he approached, they rose to greet him, their faces lit with admiration and respect. Toasts were raised, and congratulations were exchanged. Oswald accepted them all with a composed nod, his sharp eyes scanning the room.Nathan, his ever watchful guard, stood nearby, his gaze never straying far from Oswald. As the celebration continued, Oswald felt a sense of satisfaction he rarely allowed himself. The contract had been a monumental win, and tonight was a rare moment of acknowledgment for his relentless efforts.“A big congratulations Oswald Dino Escobar once again, it was another hit”, one of the men, a bastard billionaire and CEO
ROBERT sat in the dimly lit room, his frustration mounting with each passing day. Despite his relentless efforts to get to Oswald, all his attempts had been in vain. The contract had even been signed, and Oswald remained as elusive as ever. Desperation had driven Robert to consider more devious means to achieve his goal, he really needed to lay his hands on Oswald.He leaned forward, staring at the flickering candle on the table, as he waited for Hugo. The plan he was about to put into motion was risky, but he felt he had no other choice, and things were already getting out of hand.The door creaked open, and Hugo stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room before settling on Robert. "You called, Robert?" Hugo asked, his voice laced with curiosity."Yes, Hugo. Have a seat," Robert gestured to the chair opposite him. Hugo sat down and faced his friend, then he let out a deep sigh.“You have been thinking,” he said.Robert hissed and waved his head.“What else is man expected to do? All