Rita’s POV
Hi there, I’m Rita Davis, a first-year student at Picaremore University in the bustling metropolis of Shenza City. Life wasn't always like this for me. I was raised as the only child by my father in Lacoste Town, a quiet little place far from the hustle and bustle of the big city.
But ever since I lost my mother at the tender age of eight, things have been different.Growing up, I always dreamed of studying in Shenza City. It was a dream shared by many youngsters in Lacoste Town, a glimmer of hope in an otherwise ordinary existence.
So, I worked tirelessly throughout high school, participating in every extracurricular activity, and achieving perfect grades to qualify for the coveted Picaremore University scholarship.
When the scholarship finally came through, it was like a beacon of hope shining brightly upon me. I still remember the jubilation and celebration that ensued when I received my admission letter. Little did I know that my journey to Shenza City would be fraught with challenges, some of which I never could have imagined.
I soon came to the realization that Shenza City is not just a place of opportunity; it's also a place of intrigue and danger. At its heart, two formidable powers reign supreme: the Fidelis family and the Charlie family.
The Charlies, entrenched in history and wealth, trace their origins to a mafia conglomerate that once held sway over the city's underworld. Though they've distanced themselves from their illicit past, their influence remains unshakable.
While the patriarch's (charlie wilson) identity is widely known, the same cannot be said for his enigmatic son, shrouded in mystery and intrigue.
On the opposing front, the Fidelis family's wealth derives from the lucrative crude oil industry. They own the largest oil distribution company in Shenza City, and their reach extends into the transportation sector, making them formidable contenders in the city's power play.
They could be considered the wealthiest family in Shenza. Many even believe they are, but the debate persists among many that the Charlie family may have more wealth, and it simply seems like the Fidelis are richer because the Charlies are laying low.
The ongoing debate about the power the Charlies once held keeps both families in the media spotlight as efforts are made to ascertain the true extent of the Charlies' wealth.
Despite their retreat from the public eye, the Charlies remain elusive, never granting media interviews or access to outsiders at functions, with their gates having been shut to the public for decades now.
Fredrico is the second child of the fidelis family, his brother, Fabian currently oversees the business with their father. Everyone tries to be in his good book so that he could help them secure a position in his family’s business when he officially starts working there.
The fidelis company has good staff packages which propel everyone to want to work there and its almost impossible to secure a slot in the company without knowing any of the top management.
Rita!!!!, I turned around to see Fredrico running after me with his bodyguard ahead of him.
Iwanted to run as i could tell that hell will break loose if he catches up to me but before I could move an inch, his bodyguard caught up with me grabbing me by my arm.
Fredrico, let me go. I screamed but it came out as more of a plea than a request. But he did not even listen to me and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake off myself from the grip of his bodyguard. He lifted me off the guard on slung me on his shoulder like I weighed nothing.
He had his hand over my mouth and my screams came out as muffles. I felt so helpless at that point at tears started dripping off my face wondering how my poor father will bear to live if this bastard kills me now.
I did not even realize we had reached his car until I felt my but hit the seat of the car and before I could even blink, the car zoomed off. The moment we left the school premises, I knew all hope of being saved was lost already. I had no one to look for me.
In the last three month that I had moved to Shenza City, I have made no friend and I can count the number of times I have exchanged pleasantries with my flat mate with just a hand. Clara is barely in the hostel; she stays with her parents most time and only sleeps in the hostel whenever she feels like.
I have no friend at my workplace either, my boss will simply probably assume I quitted without informing him because I found a better job while I will be rotting away in some alley or gutter; wherever he may choose to dispose off my body to. The mere thought of this brought tears to my eyes.
The car continually sped past different buildings and the farther away we move from the familiar places, the more dim my hopes becomes. There is no point wasting my energy shouting, the car is tinted and with this speed, it is almost impossible for anyone to see my struggles.Not to consider the fact that no one would dare to stop a car of the Fidelis family.They noticed I have stopped struggling and exchanged looks after which the bodyguard stops holding me.After some time, the car was already in front of a big gate, the building before looks like a palace, so even if I have never been to a club before, I could tell that he did not bring me to a club like he has threatened.The gate swung open like a magic portal, letting Fredrico’s car cruise past the serious-looking guards into what seemed like a fairy tale land of luxury.The driveway was so smooth it felt like riding on a cloud, and the grass on either side was so perfectly trimmed, it looked like it belonged in a painting. Big
Fredrico's POVI made my way to the winery to get her some wine. I know it’s crazy to bring her to my house with such a cheap gimmick, but I know she wouldn't have it easy if I left her alone at school.If one of those people trying to curry favors from me doesn't harass her, my father will likely get wind of what happened and send his men after her.It's not the first time my father has been involved in dirty practices for revenge. He craves perfection, and if things don't go according to his plan, he leaves no stone unturned to destroy everything in his path.Our lives have been decided at birth, and despite being attracted to a few girls growing up, I know pursuing something with any of them would ultimately result in writing their death warrant, and that's the reason I've tried to conceal my feelings for Rita as well.I had to keep quiet and pretend that I hated everything about her, even though she's constantly looked down upon. I started tormenting her myself to make everyone e
I headed back to the living room to find her admiring the pot of red roses mother had gifted me when I got this apartment as my 12th-year birthday gift. My mother is a dominant person in the house, and her presence is rarely felt. Her only duties are to serve my father, accompany him to functions when necessary, and communicate his wishes to us.You can imagine how everyone would go to their mother when they are sad or dejected for comfort; it is not the case for my brother and myself. She is simply a great wife but not someone we can rely on because there is nothing, she can do to help us.Her eyes always look sad, like there are a million tales of sadness behind them. Growing up, I used to wonder what the problem is and ask her, but I have grown accustomed to seeing her sad eyes, which she always masks with happiness whenever she has to appear in public. But the moment she is back home, she blends perfectly with the furniture.She always gives me weird gifts on my birthdays, like a
She looked into my eyes, trying to gauge my honesty, and it seemed to work because her expression relaxed. She glanced at the wine, then back at me, nodding in dismissal."Fredrico, don’t you think you're being very cheap right now, trying to instill fear of the unknown in me just because you want me to take this drink? If you think I will fall for this cheap trick, then you do not know me.""This girl is just as stubborn as a cow. What will it cost her to just take the drink from me? Does she find me so untrusting?" I muttered to myself, pouring some more for myself and downing it again, loosening the tie that seemed to be suffocating me.Rolling up my sleeves, I faced Rita once more. "Rita, would you consider switching schools?" I began, but she was about to berate me again when I held my hand up to stop her. "Listen to me before you start nagging. It will be in your best interest to leave this country entirely.If you want, I can send you to the US, Canada, or any other country. Yo
I was shocked by the notification that popped up on my phone. My boss confirmed the leave I applied for.I was dumbfounded. When and how did I apply for leave without being aware? I called him, trying to make sense of everything going on right now.He picked up on the second ring, and I quickly asked, "Tim, what do you mean by you will find someone to replace me pending the time that I'm able to resume work? Nothing is wrong with me, and I’m perfectly fine. I can even come to work right away.""I’m sorry, I can’t allow that," he said, and I could sense fear in his apology. "The café is the only business that my entire family depends on for survival. I can’t bear to risk it for just a week of your absence, but I promise you that you would always have a place here whenever you're ready to return," he said, sounding very apologetic."Alright, Tim, but can you at least tell me what is going on?" There was a long pause before he finally answered. "I got a call from someone in Fidelis Group
Adam Fidelis reclined in his opulent office, surrounded by mahogany furnishings and adorned with exquisite works of art. Sunlight filtered through the grand windows, casting warm hues upon the plush carpeting.With an air of authority, he sat behind his expansive desk, meticulously flipping through files with practiced ease.As he perused the documents, his countenance exuded confidence and authority, every movement deliberate and calculated. His presence commanded attention, a testament to his stature in the business world.Suddenly, the tranquility of his sanctuary was interrupted by the arrival of his secretary, a poised and efficient woman whose every gesture bespoke professionalism. She stood at the threshold, her expression betraying a hint of apprehension."Sir," she began, her voice measured but tinged with urgency, "there's something I need to bring to your attention."The man raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued by her tone. "Go on," he prompted, setting aside the files to
Adam was very displeased, but he knows Fred to be very stubborn; he would not discuss the issue further. He slapped his phone to the wall in annoyance before reaching for the landline sitting on his table and pressing a key.The phone got picked at the second ring. "Hello, sir," the voice at the other end of the phone said.Adam tugged at the ties to loosen it before responding. "Get me the full information of what happened in Picaremore University today and fetch me the girl. Dead or alive, I want to meet her.Also, get me every information that you can find about her family, take her to the warehouse; I need this to be done before the close of the day.""Alright, sir, on it," he responded before hanging up.Adam sank back in his chair before muttering, "Looks like no one is scared of me anymore. I will be sure to make an example of that classless bitch."He pressed another number on the telephone, and the secretary came in. "Fetch me another phone from the store and clean up this me
Rita opened her window and peeped to check if there was anyone guarding the window-side, and true to her fear, there they were: three guards standing firm like rooted poles. They noticed her and looked up."It's nothing," she said, waving her hand as if surrendering to them. The guards returned their gazes forward, and she recoiled back into the room.She paced aimlessly in the room, biting her nails. "I need to get out of here," she muttered, and an idea seemed to have popped into her head as her eyes lit up. She rushed to her mini studying chair, pulling it away from the table with which it was perfectly synced.She quietly dragged it to the bathroom, trying not to make any noise to arouse their suspicion. She sat on the chair and turned on the recorder on her phone, recording herself singing. After about thirty minutes, she saved the recording and quietly returned the chair to the room.She smiled sheepishly, as if giving herself a pat on the back for coming up with such a brillian