"Hello, hello?" Nera called out, but there was no response. She heard the loud splatter, and for a second, she felt Marcus fall to the ground.She tried calling again but could not get through to his phone. She wondered if it was the phone that dropped to the floor. Marcus tried to get the pieces together, but they were shattered into pieces. His hands were shaking; he wanted to believe that he was overthinking, but he heard her, especially when she mentioned his twin brother.Realizing he was not going to manage to put the phone together, he ran for the company's phone and dialed Nera's number. He felt like the world was going to collapse on him. The walls around him began to move. He knew the boy stayed in Florida for nothing but trouble. Nera answered"Yes, sweetheart… Who…did you say was in the house?" he stammered."Frank, are you okay?" She asked. "I thought I heard a noise?" She asked, worried."Who is in my fucking house?" Marcus yelled on top of his voice.Nera paused for
Marcus had walked into his yard first before Nera and was glued to the sight of Frank and Sam playing. He could not say his worst nightmare came true because he never once thought Frank would have the balls to walk into his house without any fear and tell Nera everything without fear of the consequences.He had imagined him calling Nera over the phone or writing an anonymous letter and confessing everything because he thought the boy would not have the guts to tell Nera to her face of the horror they had subjected her to over the years.But the scene he was seeing in front of him was not a scene of a boy who confessed and Nera miraculously accepted him as the father and allowed him to play with sam.He was about to pounce on him when the door to the main house opened and Nera matched out furious but to his shock when her eyes landed on Frank's half-naked, her face softened up as if she was staring at something amusing. His waste nightmare was indeed playing in front of him.Sam, who w
Frank walked back into the mansion with a victory smirk on his face. He bumped into Nera in the doorway, still holding wet Sam. She had a phone in her hand and looked to have expected a fight, and was ready to call for help."Can I help with Sam?" He asked.Nera stared at him and asked, "Did you two talk? Are you staying?""Why don't you ask your husband while I change Sam," he said, taking Sam away without Nera's approval.Nera watched as the man took her son away. He had so much confidence as if he had known her for years. There was something about him, but she could not put a finger on it.However, she needed to talk to her husband and find out what was going on. She walked outside and found Marcus seated on one of the stones as if he had just run a marathon and found anything he could sit on."Marcus, are you okay?" Nera asked.Marcus looked up at her; he wanted to blame her for allowing the stupid boy into the house, but then remembered she had no idea who the stupid was and acte
Two days passed, with Marcus's attention focused on finding the lawyer. The private investigator was in the country and got on the case but could not find the mysterious ghost lawyer.Marcus did not give him much information, so it was like he was chasing a ghost. He had visited most of the city's law firms to try and get surveillance on their clients, but some firms refused, while those that accepted the bribe had hours and days of footage and files that were impossible to finish up, especially since his boss asked for the results within a day.There was also a possibility that the lawyer was not from the city or even the state or the country. His new task was like looking for a specific fish in the middle of the ocean.Marcus was hit with a roadblock; it was easy to kill Frank and his family off, and he would have done it the second he stepped foot in the house, but without the identity of the lawyer, it was hopeless and he had no idea where the expose would come from.Frank was run
The reporter asked if he was Marcus Rashwell as his lips began mumbling. His eyes fixed on Frank, who had a satisfying smirk on his face.Nera noticed the two men's facial expressions."What's going on? Who is on the phone?" She asked.Marcus was tempted to hang up, but curiosity overpowered him. He got up and excused himself."Yes, this is Marcus Rushell; where did you get this line?" He asked."That does not matter; I have a source who instructed me to call you," she replied.There was silence as he waited for her to explain, but she was quiet."What source is this and what are you talking about?""I was told to call you, and that is my first instruction," she explained. "The source will call me for the next instructions," she added."Are you stupid?" Is this some sort of joke to you?""No, I was told this and promised an exclusive on the biggest scandal in Florida history," she replied. "I did my job; good night, Mr. Rushwell," she said and hung up.Marcus felt a chill down his spi
Marcus looked at him lost. "I need more time," he replied.Frank looked away. He wanted to blast the man, but the game he was playing needed him to be on the calm side."You need time for what?" he asked."Nera… Our sexual life is not okay. So you need to give us time," he requested.Frank had no idea whether to laugh or feel pity for the old man."With the stress, I am feeling, I have not had any romance," he explained."Well, get on it because I am running out of patience," Frank tapped his back and walked to his room. "And remember, the longer you delay, the longer I stay," he warned."What guarantee do I have that you will surrender everything once you impregnate my wife?" Marcus asked."You just have to trust me, just like I trusted you," Frank smiled.Marcus was left clenching his fist, unable to believe his home had been turned into a playground for the boy.He could only hope that his investigator was going to find something by morning. He walked to his room pissed and found N
Nera raised her eyes to meet Frank's, and for unknown reasons, her stupid heart was loud enough for the entire restaurant to hear.She was supposed to stop him, but his hands against her lips were so soothing."There you go, now it's all clean," Frank smiled and took a seat.Nera kept staring at him; the last time any man had made her heart skip like that was the time she had her first boyfriend. The time she was in love, a feeling she had long forgotten.However, she had just met Frank and had no idea who he was, so it was stupid of her to think about him in that way. To make it worse he was her husband's nephew.She shook her head and looked away; to her surprise, Frank smiled, making her very uncomfortable."So where did you and Uncle Marcus have your wedding?" He asked, trying to make the odd atmosphere cool. Nera turned, the discomfort evident on her face."It was a court marriage," she replied. "Nothing fancy, just the two of us and a witness," she added and asked if he was se
The two finally headed home after a very entertaining afternoon. Frank stopped the car in the garage, and Nera turned to face him before she could get out of the car."Thank you for the beautiful morning," she said."It was my pressure, and you are free to ask anytime you want to go and do some shopping," he replied with a smile.Nera smiled back and led the way into the house. She was expecting to find Diner, Sam washed up, taking his nap, but to her shock, she found Sam sprang across the sofa, in wet clothes, sleeping.He had a Bibi gun in one of his hands and a pack of chips in the other.Nera stared at the scene in front of her, shocked, she dropped her bags and checked on him, confused."Marcus! Marcus!" She called out, anger evident in her voice.Frank joined her and smiled at the scene in front of him. He had known Marcus had other plans for sending them shopping, and it had nothing to do with him spending some time with his fake son, or better yet, grandson."Maybe they were p