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His hands ran through his hair as he paced back and forth in his living room, his steps quick and restless. Papers and files were scattered across the coffee table, and his laptop screen displayed the CCTV footage of Natalie being kidnapped."Where do I start looking for you?" he muttered, his eyes darting from one piece of information to another. "How do I get to you?"Just as he was about to rush out the door, Grandma Leta called out to him, making him stop at the exit."Liam! Why don't you take your time and leave everything to the police?" Grandma Leta said as she rushed to him, her voice soft. She placed a hand on his arm to stop him. "Look at you, you look exhausted, and running around won't do any good for Natalie., .""I can't, Grandma," he replied, his voice tight with frustration and worry. "I can't just sit here and do nothing. Every minute she's out there, she could be in danger... It's been days already... What if those who tried killing her are the same people who took he
"There is no way this is happening to me," she said, her eyes blazing with fury as she paced back and forth in her room, her fists clenched at her sides. "He thinks he can just cancel the wedding and get away from me? Ha! It all because of you, ... I am going to make sure to end you both. I will show them what it means to cross me," she added as she slammed her fists into the wall. "I will ruin him. I will ruin everyone, everything he loves." "Richard Sebastian Andre Wood, I will make you pay," she said her voice cold with anger as she stares at herself in her mirror. With a swift motion, she turned away from the mirror and stormed out of the room… .. "Did I hear it right? What do you mean he has canceled the wedding?" Aunty Soso Lolo said, her voice filled with disbelief. Brindle's eyes narrowed with anger as she spotted Mrs. Kiara sitting in her wheelchair. She walked over to her with a menacing glare, her anger palpable. "I guess you are happy, right?" Brindle said through cle
"What has gotten into you? You came back looking all messed up, and what are you doing in Richard’s office? What are you looking for?" Aunty Soso Lolo said as she tried catching up to Brindle."Everything is wrong with me," Brindle said as she pulled out a black bag and began packing jewelry and bundles of money inside."Are you crazy?" Aunty Soso Lolo said, hurriedly scanning the area and locking the door. "What are you doing? What if someone sees you doing that?""I don't care about that," Brindle said as she zipped the bag and walked out of the room, entering Mrs. Kiara's room."I don't think you would need this," she said as she brought out Mrs. Kiara's jewelry box, opened it, and poured everything inside into her black bag.Aunty Soso Lolo rushed towards Brindle again. "Can you calm down and think this through? You'll ruin everything you've planned," she said, trying to get her to slow down."Everything is ruined even before it started," Brindle said, leaving the bag on the bed an
That baby wasn't yours, Richard, she used it to trap you, Mrs. Kiara broke the news and her words echoed in the room like a bombshell, Richard's eyes widened in shock as it slowly blinked with pain, his face pale as he struggled to process the truth. Brindle's eyes narrowed, her heart racing with fear. Her truth was finally out. She rushed to Richard's side, her hands folded in a pleading gesture. "No, no, no," she said, her voice trembling. "Don't believe her, please. That baby was yours, ours... she-she is lying." She rushed to Mrs. Kiara. "Please, Mother, don't say that about me. I know you don't like me, but please don't lie about my child," Brindle begged, tears streaming down her face. "You can lie about everything else, but not about my child. My poor baby... why are you trying to bring back my pain?" She pleaded, "You can hurt me, but not Richard. Look at your son. Look at him," Brindle said, pointing to Richard, who stood there, his eyes frozen in a mixture of shock
"Are you alright? Have you considered the consequences of your request? I can't abandon her, especially not at this unforeseen moment," Mr. Richard stated with a mix of frustration and concern in his voice. The caller's voice remained stern, "You have only 24 hours to finalize the divorce, or you risk losing me and the child we're expecting." Desperation filled Richard's response, "Brindle, please, I can't go through with a divorce, especially tomorrow, on the day of our sixth anniversary. It would shatter her, I know my wife. Show some compassion, for goodness' sake." The caller's voice softened, "Do you truly love me? You know I love you with all my heart; I can't bear the thought of losing you, Brindle," Mr. Richard admitted earnestly. Then comply with my request, considering I have a generous heart. I'll grant you a two-week window to set things right," the caller stated before abruptly ending the call. Richard was left in shock, murmuring to himself, "Just two weeks In a fit
The following day, a gentle breeze filled with the fragrance of fresh roses wafted through the air, as if the universe itself recognized the significance of the Wood family's special day.Early in the morning, Mr. Wood had risen to prepare a loving breakfast for his wife, declining the assistance of the maids, even though they insisted on helping. With a playful grin, he quipped, "I used to be quite the chef back in the day."He carefully arranged the tray of food on their bed, creating a delightful spread. The breakfast tray held a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, slices of perfectly toasted bread, crispy bacon and sausage, a selection of cheeses, and a juicy grapefruit, each element meticulously prepared………………………………..Gently, he kissed his still-sleeping wife and began to rub her back, coaxing her to wake. She stirred, and as she opened her eyes, he leaned closer and whispered, "Happy sixth anniversary, my love." He planted a tender kiss on her forehead, to which she responded
As Mr. Wood watched his wife sleeping peacefully, he found himself lost in a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. In a soft, remorseful voice, he whispered, "I'm sorry, Natalie. I'm sorry." With a heavy heart, he stepped into the bathroom, his reflection staring back at him in the mirror. Overwhelmed by a tidal wave of emotions, he began to cry, tears streaming down his face as he confronted the weight of his regrets and mistakes. The sound of his sobs echoed in the bathroom as he sat in the chilled bathtub, allowing his tears to flow, as if washing away the burden of his remorse and the pain he had caused and was about to cause………………………… At breakfast----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Adorned in matching Fashion Nova attire for breakfast, he chose a crisp combination of white jeans, a sea-blue top, and white sneakers, while his wife gracefully flaunted a sea-blue flowery dress paired with white slippers and a chic bag. Her hair w
"I mean, your clothes smell like another woman's, another person's perfume, a feminine smell, and I know it's not from me. I don't smell like that," Natalie asserted. "Oh, yeah, yeah," he stammered, resembling a child caught in the act of misbehavior. "I—I, it must have been from the lady I helped earlier when I was going to attend to another business," he quickly explained, walking away with one hand on his head. "I need to wash down and refresh up." She collapsed on the bed. "I know you're hiding something from me, Richy. I know. Something hasn't been right since two years ago. I feel it," she said, sitting there, her eyes lost in her gaze, and tears began to stream down her face. Mr. Wood emerged from the bathroom after what felt like hours. Natalie, still sitting on the bed, raised her head and asked him, "Why does it feel like everything is coming to an end?" "What are you talking about?" he smiled and walked to her. "Nothing is coming to an end, my love." He gently kissed her