"Dad", Ethan's cousin said to his dad. "I suspect that Ethan has an ulterior motive to why he is getting engaged." "Son do not worry, Ethan does not stand a chance against us. Let's play along with him. But keep one thing in mind, we have to get to the bottom of this and I trust you can get to the root of this.""Dad it's gonna be tough but I don't think I have any other option than to get to the bottom of this. Seeing it will be beneficial to me if that Ethan of a thing does not get married." Eric's dad laughed." I am so proud of you my son. I want you to come up with a plan." " I will dad."XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX"Clinton", a voice called out from behind.Clinton was about to enter his car before the strange voice called."Clinton", the voice called out again.Clinton turned. " You!" he exclaimed."Are you expecting anyone? Or did you just see a ghost? Come on, my presence should not frighten you," Eric said." Well it doesn't. What are you doing around here?" Clinton asked."I am

"I have been standing for a long time, I am so tired. Do not tire me the more with your questions," Agnes said, glaring up at him.Ethan smiled at her, "were you not the same person that said you didn't mind waiting for me? You had better stop with your pretence or I might be forced to prank you before the day ends."She laughed. "I challenge you then." She put on her seat belt, "you had better start driving or else the night might just reach us."He equally put his on seat belt, "you are right my darling, I was late," he said and started the car."So why were you late?" Agnes asked."I had something important to attend to," he answered."So for being so late and keeping me standing for over twenty minutes, you have to buy whatever I want," she said in a sweet tone.Ethan smiled inwardly, "gold digger," he thought of her inwardly. "Your wish is my command," he voiced out.She smiled at him. "You ain't being formal," she commented.Ethan smirked. "So to where miss?" He asked, his eyes

Agnes woke up. She stretched her hand to the other side of the bed and whispered. "Ethan."The bed was empty. She got startled. "Ethan," she called in a haste voice."I am the right here," he said faintly. He was seated on the bed and drew the blanket to cover her half naked body.x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x xx x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x xx x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x xx x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x xx x x x x x"What happened yesterday night?" Ethan asked.The bombshell dropped.Agnes's face turned sour. "You do not remember?""Remember what?" he asked."I was so drunk yesterday right? My mind is blurred. I need an answer.""Yes, you were drunk," she said in a fierce tone."Tell me something. Did I touch you?" he asked."Yes," she answered, with a hideous smile on her face. Finally her husband had touched her sexually. "I thought you didn't love me Ethan but yesterday you proved just how much

Ethan was seated in his study room. He was examining some files, sent home to him by the Moore's company. He barely went to the company and his scarce appearance left his duty piled up. Sometimes he would pay some people to do his job while some times his personal assistant would handle his works. The files had something about the deals proposed by rivals and neighbouring companies. What had he to do with the files? He did not know. Seeing the pile of files on his desk, it got him disturbed and a bit uncomfortable.A knock sounded on the door. He already guessed that the person who was knocking was the woman he loathed so much. The knock persisted and he wondered why Whitney would be disturbing him at this ungodly time of the day.Infact the knock became too unbearable for him."Come in!" He shouted, after he had cleared his throat.The door slightly opened and a maid walked into the study room.Ethan turned at once to see the person that was disturbing him. There was this type of loo

"He did not say he would not. He only meant that he wouldn't make it right in time before the party begins. That means he wouldn't come before your father, the celebrant," Agnes explained to her husband."He wouldn't come before the celebrant," he repeated and let out a low laugh."Why wouldn't he be able to come? Did he give you a justifiable reason, as to why he would not come or does he expect to wallow in his blatant lie without any reasonable excuse?""Ethan my boy," a familiar voice called from behind them.He hesitated before turning to see the person."Hello, uncle.""My only nephew, why are you so tensed up about the presence of my son? Whether he comes or not, that should not bother you, besides you and I know that you hate to see him," Marcus's dad said.Agnes looked at her husband but after a little while, her eyes darted to the face of Mr. Arnold Moore, Marcus's father.Ethan smiled faintly, "if you can explain to me what you just said, then it shall have a meaning to me.