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BRYCEE'S POV 

I hurried away from her, returning the call I received.

“How many times have I told you to wait for my call?” I scolded, “If there is anything that needs urgent tending to, send me a text,” “Send a text for goodness sake,” I was furious. 

It was already hard enough to keep secrets, living in this small house with Blair. Suspicious actions would blow everything, getting me into serious trouble. 

“That's fine, I'll see you by the weekend,” I responded to the caller.

 

“Oh, Brycee, you arrived very quickly,” Mr. Johnson, the head domestic staff at the Williams' residence said, as soon as I entered the premises. 

I raised a brow, expressing my confusion. 

“I called five minutes ago to let you know that the boss wanted to see you, and didn't expect you to arrive so quickly,” he said.

‘Oh, shit,’ I placed my head in my palm. I had forgotten my official device at home, placing it on the table when I scolded Blair, she must have answered Mr. Johnson’s call. 

I smiled lightly and followed Mr. Johnson to see Mr. Williams.

“You do have some nerve, young man,” Mrs. Williams began, as soon as I walked in. 

I rolled my eyes, pretty fed up with her pettiness at this point. 

“We give you our daughter and suddenly you feel strong enough to oppose us?” Mr. Williams queried, in a fierce tone. 

“How ungrateful!” His mean wife chipped in. 

“No one told me I was supposed to be grateful,” I replied, and watched as the couple expressed shock at my reply. 

“You threw away your responsibilities of taking care of your child, now I have to feed her and put a roof over her head and you expect gratitude?” I continued. 

“I would barely call that a roof over anyone's head,” Mrs. Williams scoffed, “I mean, even Blair deserves better,” she laughed in a mocking tone. 

“She deserves better parents too,” I replied. 

“You would not dare speak to my wife like that,” Mr. Williams barked, 

“Or else?” I questioned.

 

“Consider yourself fired!” They both chorused.

“Oh no, I see you missed the memo,” I said, laughing hysterically, “Clearly it hasn't gotten here yet,” “I quit!” I yelled. 

“I'm only here to let you know that I would be keeping my arrangement of being married to your daughter,” I said. “Since clearly you suck at being parents,” 

I walked out, slamming the door behind me, in their faces. 

I walked angrily out of the mansion and was heading home, when a call came in for me. 

“Do not call me at will…” I began with immediate scolding. 

“What?” His information came in urgently. 

“I'm on my way,” I replied. 

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It was past midnight and I was very exhausted, returning from attending to the call I earlier received. 

My business was top secret and I couldn't afford any one else handling it in my absence. 

“You have some guts, young man,” I heard a hoarse voice from the dark as I drew closer to the house. 

It could get dangerous, roaming the slums, especially at night. There were always bandits and hoodlums lurking around. 

I rolled my eyes, as four of them came out of the dark, surrounding me. 

“Look boys, I do not have the time for this right now,” I pleaded, really exhausted and just wanting to get home, which was now only a few meters away. 

“Neither do we, which is why we are going to get over this very quickly,” one of them replied, swinging a bat at my head. 

I held the bat mid-air, and gave him a punch at his lower abdomen with my other hand.

“Listen boys, there's no reason to fight,” I said, more in a warning tone than a plea. 

“How about I give you boys some money to get some drinks and we call it a night?” I offered. 

The other threw a punch at my face. I ducked, going behind him and kicking his buttocks from behind. 

“Guess we're doing this the hard way then,” I said, as I defended myself against the attacks the men threw at me. 

I really didn't want to be doing this right now, I had had a very stressful day, but the men left me no choice. 

The leader of the gang pulled out a dagger and tried to run it through my throat, but I drew back, letting the blade pass right in front of me. I kicked the blade from his hands, turned him around and placed the dagger to his neck, which I caught mid-air.

 

“Who sent you?” I asked, holding the dagger to his neck.

 

“Mr. Williams,” the man who was now struggling for his life, while the others groaned in pain on the floor, answered with a shaky voice. 

“Leave!” I ordered, “Now!” I yelled at them. 

They ran away from me in different directions and I threw the dagger on the floor and headed home. 

I couldn't believe how naive Mr. Williams was. To think of sending bandits to attack me after the altercation we had. 

I opened the door and found the living room in a mess. 

‘Oh please,’ I exclaimed. I just wanted to get some rest. 

‘Had Mr. Williams’ thugs also gotten here to raid the place?’ 

I walked slowly through the scattered furniture, barely getting space to place my feet.

“Blair!” I called out loudly, as her thoughts crossed my mind and I hoped she was fine. 

I got to the room and found it in a bigger mess than the living room was. 

Blair was seated on the floor, with folded legs, having papers all around her and my secret box, open in front of her. 

I was taken aback by the sight, and wondered how she ever found that box. 

I stood at the entrance and didn't dare to go close to her. She got up with some of the papers and walked slowly towards me. 

“Who are you, Brycee?” She said, handing the papers to me, 

“Oh, forgive me,” she immediately said, her tone, clearly sarcastic, 

“Brian Craig,” she called. 

I knew at that point that it was over, no more lies.