She did not spare a second to think or blinked before she rushed back into her room, grabbed a coat and bolted out the door. Her rage was like a flood, engulfing her entire body and leaving no room for her to think about what she was about to do or how it made her look.Charlotte was not sure why she'd started the journey, whether it was purely out of anger or whether she'd been looking for an excuse to do this the entire time. But the wrong thing she was sure of was that she wasn't spending the night crying all alone. Spending it with a man that she was assured would give her many orgasms was a much better alternative. Her bulletproof Cadillac swept by Edmund's estate as she drove against the evening rush like this was some kind of date that she was hurrying to meet up with.Edmund was a monster. He couldn't even consider her condition and take his concubine elsewhere; neither could he even try to keep to the rule of fidelity that bound their marriage together.He rushed off into h
Randall Harrington had listened intently to Charlotte's genius plan and in the end, he thought it was nothing more than a wild and unthinkable attempt that would only end in failure."What?" He was speaking for the first time after allowing Charlotte successfully tell him all about her plans. "You can't be serious right now.""I am.""B—But I thought you were from money," he sputtered. "Why are you so bent on having some of Edmund's money if you have some family money yourself."Charlotte thought about the question. There was no easy way of answering it that didn't involve telling the truth on the spot."That's the problem. I don't have a lot of money remaining for myself. That's because my father cut me out of his will because of the wicked wife he married. And I'm looking at getting as much money as I can to serve as my retirement plan seeing that I wouldn't be able to work a second in my life even if I wanted to. Surely, you of all people understand where I'm coming from."Randall
Detective Adams could not believe her luck. Just this morning, she'd discussed nabbing Jerry Ishag with her partner but it was supposed to happen sometime later in the week. But somehow, Jerry Ishag ended up walking right into the trap that she'd set for him.She'd known since her right eye started twitching when they stepped into the clubhouse that something good was about to happen but never in her wildest imaginations had she imagined that it would be of such a large magnitude.Jerry Ishag turned out to be more polished than she'd assumed earlier. She'd assumed that he would have the roguish look of a thug because that was who he was; a thug who doubled as an assassin. But surprisingly, Jerry Ishag was none of those things.He was neatly dressed in a suit with blazers that screamed extravagance. Detective Adams could not help but judge him at first sight. How else could he afford to dress so expensive if not for the illegal jobs he did?He wasn't looking so bad. His face had the pe
That night, Emily stayed awake till the early hours of dawn when she fell into a tired sleep. The sleep had only lasted for over two hours before a steamy sensation in her nose woke her up.Her eyes flickered open and she found Edmund sitting by her side on the bed, a bright smile on his face.The steaming sensation that she felt in her nose came from the hot cup of coffee that Edmund had fixed for her. She sat up slowly and returned his smile."W---What's going on?""Uhm—-Nothing. I thought you might need some coffee to start your day with."Emily gazed down at the mug and looked up again, tucking her hair behind her ears."Aren't you supposed to be at work?""I want to be with you.""Edmund!" It was a silent reprimand. "You can't just halt your life to be with me. You know you had a life before I came into the picture, right? Maybe it's high time you got back to it.""I'm not sure that's what I want right now."He had a foreboding look on his face like something was wrong or maybe h
For a very long time, Ronnie Hartman would remember this day, the day when he was forced to talk about something he'd long swept under the carpet for the sake of his sanity. And now, Detective Adams was making him want to talk about it.But there was a problem. Talking about it was going to reveal a crime he'd committed. He was in a tight corner. Already, he'd begun to sweat, feeling the full weight of what he'd done come down on him.Could the earth just open up and swallow me already? He thought to himself. Meanwhile, Detective Adams was running out of patience."We don't have all day, Ronnie and quite frankly, you've wasted my time enough."Ronnie wiped the sweat off his face and took in a deep breath to calm his nerves. But it did nothing to calm him down. There was no escaping the hellish pain he was feeling. "You're right. Dre saw something she should not have seen but that doesn't mean that I would kill her to keep the truth hidden." He was appealing to Detective Adams' emotio
Emily wasn't sure it was right or even due process for her to be allowed to speak with Ronnie inside a sealed room like the one they were in.Not that she'd been to a lot of police stations to see the people that she knew as nice law-abiding citizens being paraded like criminals but she'd seen way too many crime shows that showed her where outsiders spoke with arrested suspects and it wasn't inside a room like this.Something fishy was going down but she wasn't dwelling on that. She was dwelling on asking Ronnie why he messed up so badly. More than that, she was dwelling on how she was going to convince him to not reveal what had transpired between Dre and himself before her death.If he had but yet realized it, that would serve as a motive if it got into the wrong ears. She was quite certain that he was innocent and as such, her last duty to Dre would be to ensure that she got him out of the cell.If this didn't work, then she would resort to her backup plan. One thing was sure. Ronn
Like a deer caught in the headlights, Emily sat back and watched Ronnie explain in detail how Edmund hired him to monitor what she used her computer to do from the day she was employed in the firm.He went on to tell her that he'd successfully hacked into her system and was giving weekly reports to Edmund on what she did with it. At the end of it all, Emily could not readily find her voice. What maddened her the most was that the whole time, she saw Edmund as a friend, someone she could trust whereas he was probably laughing at her behind her back and thinking of what a fool she was.And she was indeed a fool. How could she miss the signs that Edmund was onto her? Surely, if she had looked more inwards instead of comfortably enjoying the treats that he gave her, she would have noticed that something was not right. But it was too late to retrace her steps now. Or was it?"How much exactly have you told Edmund?" She found herself asking Ronnie. Ronnie's fists folded like he was kneadi
Edmund Hamilton did not get himself this morning. Something was very wrong with him and yet, he couldn't figure out what exactly it was. And yet, just this morning, while he was with Emily, he was just as happy as any man could be but that happiness had disappeared the moment he stepped foot into his office. He wondered whether it had something to do with the fact that he had so much to hind away from the eyes of the world or whether it was because he could simply not get the guilt of what he'd done off his mind.Emily was not yet aware of it but when she finally caught wind of it, he knew she would be very mad and rightly so. What kind of man would betray her the way he was about to? Obviously the kind of man who didn't care about anyone but himself.At about 12 pm that afternoon, he received a call that lifted his spirits. It was from the regional manager of one of the smaller companies that were owned by Sheraton Group of Companies where he himself acted as the deputy CEO, pendin