Raymond's POV;It's late already. The sky is dark, and the Duran mansion is silent. Except for the sounds of some devices running on the background.I make it to my bedroom, exhausted, and tired. I push the door open, and find the room is pitch black. Huh? When did Christiana start sleeping in the dark? She always at least has a side lamp on. So what's happening? "Hello? "I call and my reply is met with silence. I make to walk further into the room, but cuss when my foot bumps into the cupboard beside our door. "Shit! "My fingers finally make it to the switch, and I flip it. White lights explode into the room, and I make for the bed, but stop when I sight what's before me. On the floor, between the bed and study chair, is a mini feast. Covered dishes, glass cups, flowers, and a bottle of wine. "Surprise! "Christiana's voice pulls my eyes to the balcony, and my jaw drops. She did this? "Wow...

34Raymonds POV;I walk into my bedroom, with my earpiece in my ears, and hands in my pockets. Listening to 'Happy ' by Pharrell Williams.I've got to admit, ever since I became rich, being happy hasn't been a hard thing to do. It feels good to watch members of the Duran family treat me wrong because they have no idea who I have become.The thought of the shock that would cloud their faces the day they find out, gives me enough satisfaction and willingness to endure all their taunts and insults.I don't plan on telling a single soul apart from Rayon about my newly acquired wealth. It's nice to see Christiana being nice to me and that too, without money being the reason for that.I want to bask in these moments. Times of private joy. Times I can and will smile at the stupidity of these narrow-minded family members, and watch them wonder in furry, why their tantrums aren't hurting me.I open the door to my room and pause when my eyes la

Raymonds POV;I walk into the Duran mansion looking about the grand building. It's exquisite. Like a blend of a huge Indian mansion, and an exquisite English castle. If I had no idea what the people who live here are like and was still a street boy, I'd have been wishing I lived here. However, living here shows that money isn't all there is to life. I walk into the almost empty living room, with maids roaming about doing their job. The bright chandelier shining ever so gloriously in the middle of the ceiling.It's my birthday today and although I have enough money to make sure Rayon and I had fun, he refused to spend my money. Saying it's my birthday, and I deserve to be spoiled by him. I walk up the stairs and smile as I remember Christiana. She didn't even remember today is my birthday. I don't blame her though. She a very busy woman, and having to source for over a million dollars in a short period, is a lot to deal with alone. And after I sent

Roses POV;I walk out of my office building, searching my handbag for my car key. I was sure I dumped it in here when I got to work this morning. Or did I forget it on my desk? Do I really have to go back to the eighth floor?No. It has to be in here. I keep shuffling through my bag furiously in search of the key which is in the same bunch as the cars' remote. Damn it! If I had a driver, I won't be going through this much stress.Not like I don't have one, I do, but I don't like him driving me about, so I let him drive me out of the Duran compound, and once we're a fair distance away, he steps out and I take over the wheels. While he's free to spend his day however he wants. Then we meet back at the same spot and he drives me back home. As per my orders.I just want to live as a normal, working-class lady, but the secret guards monitoring one is enough the make that dream walk the plank."Afternoon ma'am, may I help you. "A voice says from beside m

I freeze in my tracks as those words reach my ears. It's been 13 years since I lost my mother and no one. Not a single soul, has had the guts to speak about her in such a way.The highest I got, was from Stella. 'I wonder how you were raised? 'I was going to lash out on her, but Christiana stopped me...I turn to Damien slowly and question in hope that I heard wrong, for his own sake,"What did you just say? ""That's right. You heard me. Clearly, the bi*ch who raised you taught you no manners!I wonder what killed her. What was it? AIDS? STD? "He yells and an eruption takes place in my head.I suddenly lose control of my mind, sight, mobility, and self. I soon find my hands in clenched fists, flying to both my side simultaneously. Upon looking down, I find Damien beneath me.His lips are moving, and pain is written all over his sorry expression, but I can't hear him, neither can I stop.I soon feel strong arms take hold of me,