That was all he said before he turned off his phone and threw it to the other side of the road. What and who was he working so hard for? No one. It's better not to do anything and live a normal life like every other person, right? This was a good decision.Though it hurts to see all his hard work go down drain, he still has to do it. Even though he has to watch his hard work of years go just like that all because of a fucking failed engagement. If he was in a state where he wanted to protect his company at all costs, he was going to make sure that those people don't go Scott-free. If he wanted to keep on working g and still had the love and passion for that company, he would have made it rise up like never before but you see, he already lost feelings for it. In fact, he lost feelings about everything. He no longer feels anything for anything or anyone apart from his family. The family that doesn't want him anymore. Those were the people that his heart still beats for. The other thing

“Food is ready,” Izabelle announced as she carried the tray of food to the dining table where her daughter was already preparing the table and cleaning it like the good child that she was. “Mommy, the food smells so good.”“It's done, right?” “En.”“I invested a lot of love in this. You have to finish it so that it doesn't go to waste, hmm?”“Yes. We are going to eat them.”After serving a decent amount of food on the child’s plate, Izabelle sat down and served herself too. They dug in. “Mommy, Uncle Nick didn't come for dinner today?” Rosie asked. She had been low-key waiting for him and see if he was going to come before but now that they already started eating and he hadn't shown up, she couldn't help but voice her concern. “No. He has somewhere to be at. Do you miss him?”“En.”“I'm going to call him after eating. You'll talk to him. Come on, eat your food. You haven't eaten well today.”The child nodded and dug into her meal. Izabelle looked at her. She wondered why the child

“Where are you taking him to? How do you know someone like this?” The bouncer asked as they got to the entrance of the club. He helped her assist Marcel as she climbed down. “I asked you a question.”“I'm taking him home. He's drunk and has health issues.”“Who is he to you? It’s wonderful for someone like you to know such a person of high caliber.”“Maybe that's why they say that you should not judge a book by its cover. I'm joking. Don't start panicking. I'm just as my cover says. He's my child’s father.”“Your child’s father?”He looked at her from up to down. “Yes.”“Goodness. Things happen. You can leave, okay?”He was wondering in his head how such a man could pick the woman in front of him to be his baby mama. Didn't they say that these rich men only go for baddies like the ones inside the club? Or was he just the one who thinks that way? This is confusing. Well, the lady is pretty and has that nice slim body shape. Maybe that explains it but if it were up to him, he would s

“Yeah,” he answered awkwardly and sat back on the bed. His hand stretched his head. He was feeling awkward and embarrassed, especially after what happened the previous day. He could recollect little by little all that happened. Izabelle walked to the bedside table and picked up some drugs before pouring water from the jug into the glass cup and handing it over to Marcel. “Here.” His eyes were on her’s all through as he took the cup and waited for Izabelle to open the drugs and give them to him. “Take. You have to take them once so that they work effectively, otherwise, I don't know what to say again.”“This much,” he looked at the drugs in disgust as he said that. Although he was used to taking drugs every time, that doesn't mean that he liked taking them and would take them like it was nothing. “Yes. I'm sure you have a bad hangover.”“I do.” He wanted to add that patting his hair and kissing him on his forehead might reduce the pain but he simply restrained himself from saying t

“I am tired of what your father and grandmother are doing. They both want to kill me in this mansion.”“It's going to be okay, mum. I'll do something about this.”“Please do, son. Please come and make the company stand on its feet again without getting married to anyone. They all think that they are wise enough to use someone to their advantage. I don't like that girl to be your wife anymore. Their true character has been revealed.”“Mum, about that…. I'm putting it on sale. I'm not changing my mind about that.” Mrs. Wilson ran her hair through her jet black hair that was messy from her not taking care of it for days. Her hair and even her head were messy. The marriage that she was in was also messy. Messy things around her. “Why are you doing this, Marcel? You want to put the company on sale? Don't you remember how hard it was for us to build the company to how it is now? We have done a lot for it especially you and all you want to do now that it's at stake is to give it out on sal