All Chapters of Brian's Poisoned Vow – Forced to Wed, Determined to Kill : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“Thank you, my dear. I tried to transfer funds yesterday to a client but I could not. I wish to know what the problem is.”“Sorry about that, Ma'am.” “Never mind.”“Kindly supply your account details on this,” she requested and pushed an A7 plain paper size to her.“Thank you,” she collected the paper, wrote out the details, and pushed it back to her. She picked it up, inspected it, and returned it to her.“Kindly sign your signature,” the officer requested. She did and pushed it back to her. Now, the officer picked up the paper and checked her system while Magdalene looked intently at her. She looked away from her system, looked at her, and pointed out, “You gave the wrong details, Ma'am. Cross-check and correct it.”“You are right. It is our family Company's Account,” she explained cheerfully.“I see. We need the signatory's attention.”At that moment, Magdalene was uncertain whether claiming that her husband was dead would work. So, she avoided it and answered, “The signatory i

A Week LaterAt Brian's OfficeHe avoided being alone or idle because it brought Valerie's memory to his mind. That morning, he recalled the pleasurable moments they shared and concluded, “She discovered that I took advantage of her and hated me.” He dried his wet eyes and shrugged, “Such is life. Fate will decide the outcome of our love," he said to himself. "I love you so much, Valerie.”To avoid becoming emotional and failing Leonard and his father, he took a deep breath and sent for his secretary, Felix Maurice.“You sent for me, Boss,” he stated when he walked in.“Yes, Felix. Kindly take your seat,” he offered and Felix sat down. “Thank you for the offer, Boss,” he said and waited for him to speak. He gave him an encouraging smile that boosted his spirit and he smiled back."Congratulations to us. The rate of turnover on the low-quality products surpassed that of the high-quality products.”“Yes, Boss. I knew it would come to that,” Felix responded happily.“Yes. We will step

“Calm down, Paschal,” Dylan cautioned him when he sensed that he was hysterical, and he put himself together. Dylan faced Sean and inquired further, “Who has been driving you to school? Your mother?”“We stopped going to school,” Sean stated. Now, apart from Mr. Miller, Dylan was moved to tears. He faced Dylan and declared, “Did you see what I mean …?"He was interrupted by Mr. Miller's ringtone and he paused.“The same driver is calling me,” he announced. Dylan nodded his head and refuted, “Kindly keep everyone at Bay for now. My candid advice.”“I got you,” he said and ignored the call until it timed out. He faced Sean, looked intently at him, and requested, “Come for a hug, Son.”Sean was most willing and got up at once. He walked into his outstretched arms and hugged him tightly.“I'm well now. I will make it up to you and your sister, my dear,” he assured him and Sean nodded his head in acceptance.Afterward, he joyously sat beside him. Nevertheless, his phone beeped and he g

“What is it, Jane?” Magdalene inquired, her voice laced with fear, and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.Before Jane could answer, Justin strode into the parlor, followed by two policemen.“Ha!” Magdalene exclaimed, her gaze locking with Jane’s in a moment of shared alarm.“Officers, that’s the woman,” Justin said, pointing an accusatory finger. “I want the original land documents and my agency fees. Now.”“You again?” one officer recognized Magdalene as a former client and asked.“It doesn’t have to come to this, Justin. I can give you the documents,” she offered, her voice tight.“What about my payment? I’m not leaving without it,” he shouted, appealing to the officers.“We will sort that out when my husband ...”“Is your husband not dead?” Justin interrupted sharply.The first officer, who knew of her husband’s illness, was surprised.“Dead? My God! Did he finally pass?” he asked, his tone shifting from professional to personal concern.Jane’s eyes widened. "When did Father die?" She

"Good evening, Mom," Jane greeted her with a searching look."Good evening," Magdalene replied, her voice thin and strained. She did not open her eyes.Jane dropped her bag onto a nearby chair, the sound jarring in the tense quiet of the room. She studied her mother’s pale, drawn face, and the way her hands gripped the armrests as if for dear life.“What’s happened, Mom?” Jane asked, her tone immediately shifting from weary to wary. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”Magdalene’s eyes fluttered open. The drama on the veranda replayed in her mind - Andrea’s murderous glare, the slammed door, Dylan’s cold, amused smile. A fresh wave of anxiety tightened her chest. She needed to control the narrative, especially with Jane. Her daughter’s skepticism was a spark too close to the kindling of her lies.“It was Andrea,” Magdalene began, weaving a new thread into her fabrications. “He was here with that Dylan, your father's friend. They were shouting, and making wild accusations.” She pushed