The house manager directed Sasha to the house where old Mr. Johnson was resting in the lounge when she got to the mansion."Grandfather!" Cheerfully, she bowed in greeting as soon as she was in his presence. "My child, welcome. Have you been crying?" The old man inquired watching her keenly. "No grandfather, I had an eye infection, but it's better now." She responded touching her face. "How is your health?" She asked sitting on a chair beside him. "I'm doing better now, thanks to the medicine and my good doctor's care." He answered, glancing at the middle aged man standing beside him. "I'm glad you're better. I brought herbal tea, I know how much grandfather loves tea and it's also very helpful in lowering blood sugar." She said taking out a one kilo jar of chamomile tea from her bag. "My aunt told me about its rich health benefit and I thought of you so I had it imported right away." She said smiling shyly. "Thank you, my child, where else can I get such a thoughtful granddaug
Melissa took her bag going into the house, saying hello to Mary in the kitchen she went upstairs to check on her son. Tommy was busy with the cartoon he didn't notice his mother standing at the doorway. With a smile on her face, she watched him for a while imitating what was going on, on the big screen. "Mommy!" He said getting up to hug his mother when she joined him on the sofa. "Hello baby, what are you drawing?" She inquired taking his drawing book. "That lightning mc queen the fastest race car ever, look mommy." He said pointing to the winning red car on the big screen that he had drawn and colored. "It's the fastest car in that race, I want a car like that when I grow up. Mommy, do you think dad will buy it if I ask?" He asked looking at his mother. "I'll buy anything my son wants." Mark said walking into the room. "Daddy." Tommy ran to his father with open arms. Mark carried him in his arm's joining Melissa on the sofa. "Daddy look at my drawing." Tommy proudly gave his fa
With Melissa's picture displayed on every social platform, Mark increased her security. He got people to follow her everywhere she went. He was afraid if identified, people may harass her, endangering her life. After dropping Tommy off at school, she went to the house renovation she was supervising. Checked the materials purchased, giving instructions where needed. Making sure her team was handling the work as planned, she asked Adams to stop at the mall to buy some items on her way to the apartment. At the apartment building, she requested her bodyguards to help her carry the boxes to the apartment door. Getting to the apartment, she pulled Lisa aside. Then she told her the plan to distract her bodyguards so she would leave the building without alerting them. Fifteen minutes later, she walked out through the building's back door wearing sports shoes, blue jeans with a white t-shirt. Hailing a taxi, she pulled her cap down, covering her face. "Sorry, I can't take you to this ad
Mr. Stevens sat in his office waiting to hear news about the day's operation. He had managed to stop Mr. Crack from talking to Melissa for the time being. But he still feared what extent Diana would go to to keep the secret hidden. "Was all the cargo delivered?" He inquired from Diana when she got to the office. "Yes daddy. They delivered everything on time." Diana confirmed pouring herself a drink. "Our little rat, did you catch it?" He asked sitting back, placing his work aside. He had set the whole thing up to see what Melissa would do. "No, no one showed up. After clearing the goods, I let two of my trusted men stand watch for any vehicles driving in but nothing. I guess she didn't bite the bait." Though their informant with the police had nothing to report, Diana hoped she would get a reason to attack Melissa. Luckily the taxi Melissa took drove off seconds before Diana's men got to the location. Missing her by a whisker. "Then we don't need to pursue her if she is not a t
On the way to the meeting, Mark's assistant called asking him to go to the clubhouse for another meeting. As always the man sat in a dimly lit room concealing his face. Though Mark had men following his convoy, they didn't know his true identity or why he was helping them fight the organization. Every time they got close to finding out who he was, he managed to get rid of every piece of evidence they got. "How have you been son?" The grey haired man asked leaning back on his chair. "I'm well, but I guess you know since you have all the information about me. Why don't you stop the games and tell me what you are after." Mark blurted out taking a seat. "I want Melissa to be safe, keep her out of the limelight. Now she is your wife. You are responsible for her well-being." He said, twirling his walking stick. "Who is she to you? Why are you so interested in my wife?" Mark asked getting pissed off. "As I said, when the time is right you will find out, I'll tell her everything she n
Melissa took some days off work to celebrate Tommy's birthday. Arranged her aunt's transport and security before leaving for the beach house. Sitting under the umbrella, Melissa's eyes sparkled. Her lips curved up watching Tommy play on the sandy beach. Running away whenever the water touched his feet. Giggling and screaming his father lifted him, walking him into the calm blue waters. "Hey, room for one more?" Joining them she fitted Tommy with a floater to him learn how to swim. "This is the best birthday ever." Tommy shouted wiping water from his face.His father taught him how to swim for the better part of the day, played around, running after each other. They built a sand castle and raced his toy cars on the sand. "Has he fallen asleep?" Mark asked standing behind the wheel sailing to the open sea for a fishing expedition. "Yes, he was so exhausted he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow." She said standing at the rail. Spreading her arms she tilted back her h
With her renovation contract over, Melissa planned to get back to the shopping center. To inquire if anyone could give more information about what had happened to Mr. Crack. There were no leads on his whereabouts or the kidnappers, but his niece looked at ease. She did not bombard the police with questions as she had done when they found the taxi. And though his niece had asked her to stay out of it, Melissa was determined to end what she had started. Seated in the car as her bodyguard drove her back to the office, Melissa saw the truck she had seen back at the warehouse. Though they concealed the number plates, she noticed the same lily flower drawn on the left side. "Follow that car." Pointing at the truck, she instructed. Getting her phone, she called her husband. The truck drove smoothly, not realizing the two vehicles following them at a distance. When it drove inside the gated compound, Melissa's car and that of her bodyguards parked at a safe distance. "What are you
With Mr. Crack missing and unable to locate the man who had last seen her father alive, Melissa lost all hope of getting the evidence she needed. She thought Mr. Stevens' illegal businesses would come to light when she found the truck, but it didn't. None of the casino managers mentioned him during the interrogation. And there was nothing linking them to the casino. "I'm I making all this up?" Massaging her temples, she thought of Diana. Seeing her calm and composed, left Melissa wondering if she had really seen Diana at the warehouse. All she wanted was to get her father's company back. To prove that Mr. Steven ran it down. But how was she to do that? Seated in the office, thinking of what to do, the receptionist called. She requested her to get an envelope dropped off by a courier serviceman.Scanning the white envelope in her hands, it surprised her to find no return address. When she called to inquire from the courier company who had sent it, they gave no information about