Melissa dropped to her knees in tears the moment, Bryson exited the balcony. She watched through the glass door as Bryson and his guards headed for the main door. "Bryson," she called out to him but Bryson did not even spare her a glance.He walked through the front door and was out of the building. Inside the car, he shut his eyes in pain. He did love Melissa. He wanted to spend his life with her. The first time he set eyes on her, there was something about her that made him look at her. She didn't draw his inner feelings but she was unique in her own way. She was smart and very down to earth. Her attitude changed when she rose to stardom in the modelling agency. She suddenly changed in character. She suddenly turned rude. He had wanted to believe it was the defence she was building for the harsh reality of the entertainment industry so she would not get bullied. This was why he delayed their marriage. He wanted to be sure of her. Next, she started the plastic surgery. He asked her o

Bryson moved his hand and realized he was not alone. He frowned and turned on the bedside lamp. When he turned to look, he came face to face with Dede's sleeping face. He stared at her for a while and wondered why she was sleeping in his room again. He wanted to leave the room but his body will not respond to him. Dede moved her body slightly drawing his attention to her. He turned to stare at her again. Her face was inches away from his. He slowed his breathing not wanting to wake her. With so much on his mind and being tipsy, he was not sure when he drew closer after admiring her face for a while under the dim light. He had kissed her before and he never forgot the taste of her lips. The urge drew his desire to the surface. He kissed her and Dede opened her eyes and moved backwards seeing Bryson in her bed. "Sir," Dede whispered. "Ssh," Bryson said placing his hand on his lips. Dede realized immediately he was drunk. She got out of bed and Bryson's gaze followed her as she went

Bryson upon getting home, called Alex and instructed him to do the investigation on his family discreetly. His wealth was not one that he had inherited from his father.The Adams family is wealthy and powerful because of his hard work. His parents were neither poor nor rich. Bryson growing up as a boy had always been smart and industrious. With his science and mechanical engineering background, his company has created robots for the government to send on peacekeeping missions instead of sending people who may end up dead. To make the military people still relevant, the robots have been assigned to individuals to control. The robots have been built in such a way that they can be controlled by their assigned individuals from thousands of miles away. All you need is the robot code, and the software and you log in with their credentials and you can see everything the robot sees, and through the robot, you can engage with the individuals. It is almost like playing a game. This is where he

"What happened?" Alex asked forgetting Bryson was also in the room."Don't ask silly questions, get her something to cover herself with," Bryson yelled at Alex and he left quickly to find Dede something to wear. Downstairs in the hall, Mr Jackson searched for his daughter but she was nowhere to be found. Melissa after ripping Dede's dress exited the building and went straight to her car. She asked the driver to move out of the place and she made a call to someone. "Make sure those pictures are everywhere on social media. If you can, let it go on the news," Melissa said with a sinister smile. "I would like a follow-up news to tell everyone she is a whore and a home wrecker," she added before ending the call."Silly girl, you want to take what is mine because you feel you have what it takes," Melissa scoffed and her driver looked at her briefly in the rearview mirror and continued driving. Back at the event location, Alex returned with another dress and Dede quickly put it on inside t

"Bryson, you son of a bitch. I can't believe he is organizing a press conference for this stupid low-life daughter of Jezebel," Melissa cursed seeing the announcement of an upcoming press conference from Adams Corporation. She fetched her phone, dialled her mother's number and waited for her to answer. She heard her mother's voice at the other end of the phone."Mum, it is obvious Bryson likes this girl," Melissa whined."Don't worry sweetie. Let's plant some people to ask questions that will make her embarrass herself. You know Bryson will not attend such conferences. He will leave it for his PR team to handle," Rebecca said calmly. "I stripped her naked and she is going to show her face at the press conference. Do you think a question will make this girl feel embarrassed?" Melissa asked."Look, social media can be very cruel. She wants to be popular. Let's help her by making her a ridicule of the society," Rebecca said. "You can come over so we put something together. Your father i