Sydney Aiden had left early, and I was still basking in the warmth of the night before. Until Mike phoned to ask about the money. He appeared desperate, but he refused to say why he needed it. What had gone wrong? Perhaps I could have taken a more proactive approach and pressured him to reveal why he required so much money? What if he spent the money on something he shouldn't have? But he wasn't that kind of person. He wasn't even capable of harming a fly! I wasn't concerned about how long it would take him to return it. It didn't matter to me; all I cared about was making sure he was safe and out of trouble. After racking my brain for several hours, I realised that Aiden's Grandpa would be the only person who could lend me money. I had no idea how I was going to persuade him to grant me the loan and also keep it a secret from Aiden. I sighed despondently at my predicament. I dressed up and made my way over to the freaky zone. Senior Mr Reiner dubbed the east wing such. Mr Reiner s
- Aiden - I had left early as usual, before Sydney woke up. The phone call from the workplace appeared to be urgent. Emily had been found, or rather, her body had been discovered. It was thrown into the sea. It was discovered in the early hours of the morning by one of the beachcombers. I left before Sydney was up, since I didn't want to wake her up with the unpleasant news. Whoever was behind this, the game was getting dangerous. Jennifer walked into my chamber, her face as white as a sheet, and said, "Mr Reiner." "Calm down Jennifer, now explain what happened," I leaned against the table, and poured her a glass of water. "We have received a box...with a letter...a threatening letter." She is sad fearfully. I offered her the glass, which she took gratefully. "Where is it?" I asked, folding my arms. "At the security desk..." She stammered. "Alright, let's check it out," I said and got up from the table. "Mr Reiner, it can be dangerous....." "I can tell you're worried because of
Aiden "The boy was sent away to live with his aunt," grandpa said softly. "To Ukraine." At these revelations, I locked my gaze on Grandpa. "I received a call from your father at the accident scene. He was hysterical. Of course, I called the cops. The youngster was rushed to the hospital, but he quickly fell into a coma. I looked for his relatives and discovered Paul's sister, Lucia Ponomarenko, who was married to a Ukrainian. I asked her to visit the United States in the hopes that she would accept custody of the boy. I informed her of the situation. She was a devout Christian who felt bad about her brother's actions in the embezzlement . She insisted on taking the boy back to Ukraine," he paused again. "I arranged for him to be treated at the best hospital, with the best doctors and specialists. I also paid a monthly payment of $250,000 to cover the boy's medical bills and costs. She expressed her gratitude and informed me that she had founded a clothing business in honour of her
Sydney I put on my goggles and tied my blue scarf around my head before looking in the mirror. I looked ridiculous! Why was I dressing myself to resemble some mafia mole, who was out to deliver some illegal stuff? As though the disguise was going to work, I removed my scarf and glasses. It was just money that I was 'legally' receiving from the bank and lending to a friend who, ideally, would use it for something 'legitimate'. Right ? I snapped my purse shut and grabbed a big carry bag for the cash. Half a million dollars would require a big bag, right? I drove to the Bank of America and offered my check to the cashier. He looked at me, then at the check. His eyes widened with surprise. "Mrs Reiner! Please take a seat, the manager will be here soon." "Manager....but why?" I could barely finish the sentence before a tall middle-aged man in a suit arrived. He greeted me and asked me to wait in his office while they prepared the cash. I nodded and followed him. I was offered coffee an
Sydney "Can't you explain why you need the money, Mike? The very least you could do is tell me of your situation?" I explained, hoping to persuade Mike. I had brought the money to his house. He dodged my queries as usual. "I am sorry, Syd. I swear, if you give me a few days, I'll tell you. Please don't say anything to anybody in the meantime... Leah included." He begged. "I'm not going to tell anyone, but I hope you're aware of what you're doing. I am always willing to help you in any way I can," I stated. "Sydney, I appreciate your help; you are a lifesaver. I hope you didn't have any issues because of this." He glanced at the bag. "No, it was simpler than I had anticipated. Just then, I bumped into Will at the bank. Wonder what he was doing there...." Mike's face had become as white as a sheet. "Will? William Reiner ? Did he see you at the bank? Did he....did he ask anything?" Mike anxiously stood up. I frowned, "no, I brushed him off and even if he saw me withdrawing the mon
Sydney What a crazy day! Those were my first thoughts when I entered the manor. Hopefully, the worse was behind me. I had no idea how wrong I was.I'd showered and changed into some comfy payjamas while waiting for Aiden. I was standing on the terrace, taking in the fresh air, when I heard soft, almost silent footsteps behind me, and two large male hands clamped tightly around my shoulders. I smiled as his musky aroma hit my senses. I tried to turn around but found myself held forcefully rooted on the spot, gazing out into the darkness below. "It's always been a fantasy of mine to take you like this, out here, before the world?" Aiden said, his body gradually nestling me into the cradle of his arms. "I never would have thought of you as an exhibitionist," I managed to respond. He answered softly, "Oh it's not that. It's more of a statement of ownership - a declaration to the world that you're mine...” "You don't have to prove it; I'm yours," I replied. I could almost sense him gri
Sydney - His cheekbones throbbed with rage, and he was not about to let me walk away. “ I have to know. Was my love insufficient? I should despise you, yet I can't get rid of my desire for you. If my memory serves me well, you were rather fond of my touch, weren't you moaning my name when I last fucked you?" he brutally remarked. I was furious with him because he had hurt her. All this time, he has been toying with me. He never loved or trusted me. "You are right. I was moaning your name but you know who I was thinking of? It was Mike. I was thinking about his body......" I blurted out in anger without caring about the consequences of my words. "SHUT UP! Just SHUT UP!" He shouted. He had me backed up against the stone wall with two swift steps, his right hand pinning my hands over my head. "What -" he cut me off. His mouth settled over mine as he ripped and plundered my mouth. I fought him like a wildcat, scratching, punching, and kicking him. I yelled, "LET ME GO!" "Did you
Mike sighed with relief as he pulled into the airport parking lot. Until now, everything had gone smoothly. All he needed to do now was wait for Rob. William Reiner was waiting outside Rob's office some miles away in his automobile. He cursed Eric inside for making him do all the dirty job. But he didn't have a choice at the moment. A cab pulled up in front of the structure. Rob was still on the job. Rob reappeared after a while, holding a bag. He got into the cab that had been waiting for him. Following the cab, William arrived at the airport. When the cab arrived in front of the departure gate, William stepped out and strolled up to Rob casually. Rob's expression was absolutely priceless. Will grinned and pointed his gun at Rob's back. "If you want to see your wife and kids alive, just come with me." Will spoke threateningly into Rob's ear. Rob began to break out in a cold sweat. He did not object and groaned despondently. They returned to Will's car on foot. Will pulled Rob into