เข้าสู่ระบบ“That’s a lie” Uncle Wyatt lashed out. He sharply turns towards me with a murderous look on his face.
His wife leaped forward and grabbed the will from Maverick, she searched through the words again and again before throwing it to the ground. “This has to be some kind of mix-up” Uncle Wyatt continues, the bewildered look on his face was enough to know that he was pissed, not just at his father but at me. I am shocked too by the will but I refused not to show it, Wyatt trades on fear, uses your emotions against you. “You” he pointed his finger at me as he made way for me, I remained in my seat watching as he walked towards me. “You did this, you plotted this from the very minute you came back. You and that damn lawyer” he pointed at Maverick, who looked indeed calm. He must have witnessed his shenanigans several times to be this cool-headed. “You connived with me, tell me? How did you do it, did you sell your body to him so that you can get everything” he moved closer than I anticipated so I rose from my seat. “Mind what you say to me or I will forget that you are my uncle” “You fucking bitch” he raised his hand at me but was stopped mid-air, Alfred held his wrist so tight I could hear a crack from his bones. He pushed Wyatt backwards causing him to stumble to the ground then he stood in front of me. Emily, his wife rushed to help him up but he shoved her away from him, Marcel on the other hand had been seated in his chair with a glass of wine in his hand, from the minute the reading of the will began. He didn’t spare a single glance on what was going on. I stepped forward, tapping Alfred on the shoulder, he pulled out of the way standing beside me. I walked up to Wyatt and smiled at him, “How gullible can you be Uncle? What makes you think that Grandfather would leave anything for you. You had been banished, remember?” I watched his tongue lick his teeth, his breathing grew louder than the ticking of the clock just above the Tv. “You think you can get away with this, Do you think it is easy to steal from me” I took one step further, cutting his words off, “I never stole anything from you, you never had a claim to the inheritance” I replied. Before my father died, Grandfather had transferred his assets to him, Leaving Wyatt with nothing. If he had a claim then he would have been next in line after my father’s death but instead he got banishment. Wyatt nods his head in mockery, “You are not going to get away with this, we will meet in court” he gave his final words, huffed at me then walked out the door. His wife followed him like a puppet, then they drove off leaving behind his son. From the corner of my eye, I could see Alfred take a step closer to me, his eyes pinned on something. I turned to my right to see Marcel walk towards me, the glass of wine still in his hand, he gulped the last drink down then paused in front of me. “It’s been a while since I saw father riled up like that” then he slowly raised his head to me. A smile obvious on his face. “Good to see you again cousin” he stated as he let out a laugh, then drove off in his car. “I will take my leave now” Maverick said as he dropped the letter my Grandfather wrote on the center table. I watched him leave before I turned to Alfred who had never left my side, his eyes were already on me before I could focus on his. “Thank you for defending me but I can stand up to my uncle” I said as a matter of fact. “I know you can handle him but I won’t stop doing my job. My job is to protect you and if I need to shove your uncle to do that, then I would” he answered. In a way he was right, but I didn’t want to be seen as the weak bitch who relied on her bodyguard, I have been waiting for the moment I could lay my hands on my uncle. For all the things he has done to me over the years. Alfred reached for the communication link in his ear, “I understand” he says then grabs the Tv remote and turns it on. A female Newscaster’s face pops up, “Breaking News, it has been confirmed that Mr Roman of the Roman Enterprises is dead and will be buried this Saturday at…” Fuck! A news I had been trying so hard to keep in the low was already out, I knew this was my Uncle’s doing, he had begun his first fight against me. I had wanted Grandfather’s burial to be quiet with just his family, but now even the paparazzi would be there. It was useless pushing back on the date because Wyatt would still spill the information to the press. “Turn it off” I ordered Alfred, then grabbed my Grandfather’s letter as I stormed up to the stairs into my room, I could see Alfred staring at me until I was out of sight.I stepped out of the guest room in a black hoodie and a blue sweatpants, to find them seated in the living room, waiting for me, I guess I took a longer time trying to get the stench of that fool and his touch off my body. How could two misfortune happen in one night? Once they say me, they stood to their feet’s. Alfred’s eyes still scanning body for any marks, I could tell he felt guilty with the way his eyes couldn’t stay off me. No matter how many times I tell him that it wasn’t his fault, he still doesn’t believe me. “It’s not safe for you here” he says immediately. Where else would be safer for me than in a house that I grew up in, surrounded by men who would lay down their lives for me. “We should move to another place” he adds pacing the room. I sit down on the sofa and cross my legs, “Why would I want to do that?” I replied. He looked at me confused, moving out a very reasonable decision but this house has been with my family for years. I grew up in thi
How could she? She never wanted to give me the answer, she was just toying with me till the end. I stared at her body on the ground, how could I have missed it. I thought I was close, I thought I had stricken fear into her heart, I could see in her eyes, the way she was terrified when I brought up her son. She was ready to tell me anything, what could have happened? How could she have changed her mind and just a second, it was just me and Beck that was here, no one else. Where the hell could she have found the courage to choose death instead of telling the truth. I know I wouldn’t spare her life after what she did, I don’t care if she believed I would, but that, that was enough reason to… “Fuck!” I screamed. I was back to square one, the only fucking clue I had to find it the truth about my grandfather’s death, was right in front of me, with her brain splattered all over the place. I turned away. I take a long bath scrubbing the blood off my body, the cold wat
I return to the room after eight long dragging hours, the kind that stretch your mind thin, and I find her all bloodied, her fingers twisted and nails pulled out like tiny petals ripped from a dying flower. Her face swollen beyond recognition, one eye barely open, a busted lip leaking slow lines of red. Cuts and bruises everywhere, like someone painted her body with violence. It wasn’t long ago when I heard her last scream echoing off the concrete walls, fading into the darkness like she was giving up piece by piece. I told her it wasn’t going to be easy. She didn’t believe me then. Her head hangs low against her right shoulder now, neck too weak to hold anything up. She could barely see through the puffiness and dried blood, but when her eyes catch the sight of a perfectly set pair of red heels clicking on the floor, she knows it’s me approaching. “Make it stop,” she whispers, her voice almost gone, body dangling from the chains, and anymore pressure her head could just come
I never thought I would see the woman who raised me when I was a child, neither did she expect to see me. So imagine the shock on my face too. She was considered as my second mother after the death of my mother. I remember her always being there for me, taking care of me, picking me up from school, how excited I used to be when she made my favorite meal. She was considered family. Why would she do such a thing? “Nanny” I called in shock. She looked at me with a bit of guilt in her eyes, with regrets, now my questions had multiplied. After I left for my studies, I was barely able to reach any one in the estate. Never would I have expected that it would be her. I could think of a dozen people who tried to kill my grandfather and she would never be on the list. “Why?” I asked. She looked away from me focusing on the ropes around her body, wriggling with it. “Why would you do such a thing?” I demanded but she kept quiet. “Who ordered you to do it?” I asked further.
Liliac “What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you push him out like that” I confronted him, emerging in front of him with my hands on my waist. He pauses, looking away from me. “Alfred?” I demanded. “I don’t like other guys around you” he reported still looking away. I should be pissed but instead I was thrilled, I almost let out a smile. “Why is that? Is it because you are jealous?” I teased him further, since he could barely look at me then I might as well make him feel shy. “Yes” he replied catching my gaze in an instant. I froze, I hadn’t expecting him to admit it, I expected him to be all professional about it and tell me about the dangers of people being around me. Especially since he has been denying for the past few days. “You” “I don’t like seeing anyone around you either” he added, his eyes burning with desire that I have never seen before. “Why?” I smiled, “Do you want to lock me up like a prisoner so that no one would be around me except you”
I stepped out in a black dress to meet Milt waiting at the base of the stairs, standing outside staring at me was Alfred with his arms folded and a grumpy look on his face. He had tried several attempts to stop this dinner but failed. I could almost laugh at him for acting like he wasn’t jealous over the date, it was clearly obvious, he tries to deny it each time thinking that his face doesn’t show how he feels sometimes. Funny that I have a degree in reading faces. “You look lovely” Milt caught my attention, I smiled at him as I walked down the stairs to him. “Thank you” I responded, “You look good too” “I try my best, my sister is the fashionista of the family” he answered. He wore a black shirt and brown trousers, he stretch his arms and I held unto them until he led me to the car. “You have a sister, I thought you were an only child” I stated. “A step sister, born 5 years after me” he laughed as he pressed his fingers on the wheel. Most people hated thier step







