XavierI’ve been with Angela for six hours, holding her hand and staring at her pale face whilst wishing that I could swap places with her right now. She doesn’t have to go through this, especially because of me. I brought Susan into her life and I’m the one who Susan is obsessed with.Sighing, I massaged her fingers, careful not to disconnect the machine helping to keep her alive. Her fashion show was a disaster. Nobody or no news line talks about it without talking about the incident that happened.“I’m going to get you out of here,” I promised her. “This is not going to be how you end. I’m going to send that bitch to the afterlife and get you out of here.” Leaning down, I kissed her palm.My phone buzzed and I picked it up. A text message from Lucas to let me know that he has arrived and they are on their way to intercept his car. Pocketing the phone, I stood up, stared at my wife then reached down and kissed her lips softly. “I know you wouldn’t want me doing that, but I have to d
XavierLucas got to the hospital before me, he called me on my way to inform me that he was already at the hospital and he inquired to know if they should wait for me before administering the antidote but I told them to carry on because the more that poison is in her, the more problem it causes for her.According to Susan, her recovery will be a gradual process. She claimed that if the antidote was administered before the poison became effective, then it would have worked asap, but for the fact that the poison has already started doing its job, it will take two to three days before she finally regains consciousness which made me question her initial plan.I vividly recall Susan telling me that if she takes the antidote tonight, she’ll be able to go home tonight and that can only mean that she lied to me.Parking the car, I raced into the hospital. Every other person became invisible to me as I ambled to her room. Right by her side, Jackie, Lucas, Seth, and Dr. Grey observed her. I gu
XavierThe first person I visited was Natasha in a cozy cabin that have enough heat for the sake of the baby. The moment I walked into the room, I heard the cry of the baby. Lucas met me at the doorway. “Don’t you think we should hire a nanny? At least until you have to send him to Martinez?”“That won’t be necessary.” The lesser people know about this, the better it is for everybody. “If things should go well, the baby should be out of our hands soonest.” The loud cry was reduced to whimpers. “What’s up with the baby?”“I think Natasha is breastfeeding him.” Well then, I have to give the baby a little more time to finish his breakfast. “Mr. DaVinci is still in our custody, what should we do with him?”“Let him go.” He doesn’t know who kidnapped him or his daughter. All DaVinci knows is that someone sent him a picture of his daughter held in chains, he flew down to New York and was snatched right at the airport, next, he was in a room with a blindfold while Oliver recorded the whole t
XavierImagine being forced to wear a Versace gown with a perfect makeup few minutes after your son was taken away from you; that’s exactly Natasha’s fate and with the way her lips tightened, I could tell she in no way like her fate. My men pulled her to the big hall, each man standing by her side. She literally had to race after them because they walked too fast, which also made her walk too fast, a painful attempt if you ask me because her nine inches heel made it pure torture.Stopping at the big door, Harden knocked and the door opened. We all stepped into the big hall where Mateo is being held.It’s okay to say that the young man has been battered beyond repair. I do doubt if any plastic surgeon can fix that face because the scars and current bruises are going to give them tough work.“Long time no see Mateo.” When was the last time I was here? I can’t even remember. Approaching the battered man, I squatted to his level. “I’ve not been a good host and I apologize for that.” Slap
Epilogue AngelaTwo months laterLife doesn’t go as expected. I’m pretty sure Natasha, Veronica, and Vera didn’t see this coming when they were scheming against me and my father.It’s been two months now since the news of Natasha’s accident hit the internet. They presumed it to be suicide just like Susan DaVinci, but I know better. It is my husband’s doing and I do not need anyone to confirm it for me.Poor Mr. DaVinci. The old man died of cardiac arrest after his daughter was found dead in a clubhouse. Arlo, Natasha’s son is with the Wilsons. They send us pictures of him, and against Xavier’s liking, I visit him once in a while; he’s my nephew after all.All the shares Xavier forced Natasha to hand over to me made me the highest shareholder, but I gave the shares which were originally meant for Natasha to her son Arlo. This conflict has to end with us, it does not have to be extended to our children and children’s children.Having a near experience with death makes you take a lot o
Angela I hate flying commercials, but father believes it’s a way to keep us humble, although I don’t think that applies to my sister considering the fact that she always uses the jet anytime she’s flying. Four hours or approximately five hours, I’ll be home. So you see, I traveled to Mexico for a business meeting when I received a call from my sister that she’s engaged, and that her wedding will be happening in a week’s time. I had no idea she was seeing someone, not to talk of engagement or wedding. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for her, but I just feel she’s rushing things. The air hostesses stopped next to my seat. She offered me a warm smile before walking away, leaving me with my handsome seat partner. He glanced at me briefly before returning to his phone. Taking my seat, I fastened my safety belt, then searched around for the air hostess so I can request for a bottle of champagne. To me, whenever the plane is trying to take off is the most scary part, which is why I always
Angela I love weekends. It gives me the time to relax with my best friend Daniel and my baby girl Mckenzie. Flipping through channels, I settled for the news station. “I’m going to get more wine.” I informed Daniel before disappearing to the kitchen. “Angie!” Daniel called out. “You have to see this! Come see this!” I rushed back to the living room, the bottle of wine forgotten. “What’s wrong?” Mckenzie isn’t home yet, so I wonder why he’s panicking. “Isn’t that your father on the television?” Frowning, I picked up the remote and turned up the volume. We sadly announce the death of a business tycoon, Mr. Derek Shirley who passed away in the early hours of this morning after suffering from a cardiac arrest. People believe that the fall in his stock might have been the reason for his cardiac arrest. His funeral arrangements shall take place next week at his family house and his family pleads that their privacy should be respected as they mourn him. My legs gave out as I crumbled
Xavier Mr. Shirley's death is the one of the reasons why I'm here, but it's not the main reason. The old man may have been a great man and a friend, but he's not worth abandoning my business for a whole week. Taking a deep drag, I watched the smoke from the blunt in my hand roll up into the cold night, the peace and serenity a welcoming feeling. Vera is going to lose her cool if she finds out I smoked in her garden, but then who cares? It's not as if she's going to complain aloud, Natasha will be the one receiving the scolding on my behalf. My silent yet peaceful moment was cut off when an intruder stomped into the garden. With the heavy footsteps, anyone with working pair of eyes should be able to tell that she's barely containing her anger. I silently observed her, awaiting her appearance into the solar pathway lights so I can get a glimpse of her face and when she did, I inhaled sharply. Angela Shirley. How long has it been? Three years and two weeks. I watched her answer her