Lahat ng Kabanata ng Aaliyah’s Return : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Some days later, I’m cocooned in the love seat by my window wearing my thick fluffy bath robe and sipping some hot chocolate filled with marshmallows , cocolqte shavings and topped with whipping cream. Instant love in a mug …The mug warms my hands as I cradle the sweet smell of chocolate lingering in the air. I admire the view outside, trees moving slightly in the morning breeze. There’s a brief knock at my door. “Come in,” I answer softly, expecting Noah’s to walk in with a sleepy grin. But it’s Brandon. “Good Morning Aaliyah . How are you?” “I am much better today.” I smile faintly. “Noah is still asleep?” “Yes.” His tone hardens. “About the leak. We said today. We should head to the pack because it gives you a safe cover. Possible deniability. Are you ready?” Excitement surges inside me . I leap up and hug him tight. “Light the bloody fire.” He chuckles. “As you wish, ma’am. Pack enough clothes. You’ll need to lay low until this settles. Amanda’s safe here. Desmond

Still riding on the euphoria of the truth we just unleashed, a knock sounds at the door. My heart is still racing as I call out, “Come in.” It’s Gabe. He steps in, holding my laptop like it’s a sacred treasure. “Boss,” he says, handing it over, “check the social media page. It has begun. We did good.” Brandon’s lips curl into that dangerous smile of his. “When three men unite over the hatred of one, no matter how powerful he is, his empire will fall.” I stare at him, desire flashing through me though I tamp it down. My fingers power on the laptop, and the screen lights up. The city is in chaos ,Manhattan is erupting. Morgan Clark’s name is everywhere, dripping with anger, mockery, outrage. His empire is being picked apart by millions of hands at once, and all I can do is watch with a wicked thrill. The world is finally starting to see him for what he is. A small victory, but one that matters. My phone vibrates, a video call flashing. I nod at Gabe to answer. Desmond and Shawn’s fa

After a much needed rest from the previous days excitement. The first thing I do is get online to see just how good Morgan’s PR team is. Have they started doing damage control or is the fire still burning?It’s a mess… People are now coming out of the woodwork to smear his character. Old staff fired and angry. A mob is shown stationed outside Rhodesway Drive. I laugh shutting down my laptop with satisfaction… it might just be the beginning but what a way to start. I switch on the TV and pick local television news. It’s back on again, a repeat of yesterday’s news.Ha ha, no rest for the wicked. I remember the men will be flying in on Desmond’s plane so I have a bath and dress up in a yellow silk Moroccan bou bou with lace embellishment. Noah is wide awake now, sitting up in bed rubbing his eyes.“Mummy, good morning.”I give him a kiss. “Morning honey punch. Brush your teeth and have a shower so we can go eat.”“Okay, Mummy.”I settle in my chair and pick up my phone to

Gabes POV I carry Aaliyah up the stairs gently, trying as much as possible to keep her comfy. I look down at her face, She looks so young and innocent cradled in my arms like this. My protective instincts surge inside me. I let out a low growl, She has been such a wonderful Boss; I enjoy protecting her and her son. Thank the Goddess I followed my instincts and went to check on her. This is going to be a huge council problem and I know even if Brandon reports this, nothing can be done to her. What Amellia said is true, as annoying as she is. She is Brandon’s chosen Wife. I shake my head trying to clear my scattered thoughts.. This is the wolves’ way. Everything is decided with brute strength. So she is just marking her territory, and she will never give up. I will have to beef up security around the house's perimeter and leave a standing order to not let her in, which I know will not go down well with Luna Carlista. But Aaliyah and Noah are my responsibility. I’ll be damned if I let

The commentators voice drifts out of the TV as the news starts “Good evening, viewers. We are back to deliver the evening news at 8:00 PM. Please stay with us. On the agenda for today:*Crime rate rise and how to tackle it.*Johnson’s stocks crash woefully in the market and continue to drop without any sign of recovery We all look at Desmond apologetically, and I squeeze his rock hard thighs a bit, offering some comfort. He responds, still bereft, “Eh, I am glad I dumped mine. My financial team deserves a raise; they never stray me wrong.”Shawn says, “Finding financial experts that can read stocks so well is rare. You should give them a raise.”Brandon says, “I agree with Shawn.”I don’t know much about stocks, so I face the television just in time to hear the last on the agenda “last but not the least: Mr. Morgan Clark will address the public about the information released about him yesterday.” We all become silent when we hear this, Morgan’s media team have don