“It really hurts me to let her go, I had to do it for my family's sake, to avenge their death. That was why I came here, to seek revenge after the culprit had fled and I don't want to take any chances. I really don't want to slip even one bit. I know my feelings for her are so strong, but feelings don't always matter, right? Love comes and goes, right? Maybe it's not meant to be. Or let me say right person, wrong timing…..aaaarrgghh!!! I've been searching for Scott Freedman for months now, and I have a lead. I can't let him escape, not this time,” Arthur was in deep thoughts as he stepped out of the company's building. As he walked away from the Ferguson's company, his heart felt heavy with the weights of his secrets. “She thinks I'm a liar, traitor and a manipulator, that abandoned her at the point of her needs, just like how everyone else left her. I wish I could clear those thoughts from her and get the weight off my shoulders… sadly I can't, not now, there's so much left to
Arthur drove to the location which he told Sam to meet him, a small Cafe on the outskirts of town. They sat down at a table in the back, away from prying eyes. “So, Sam, what do you have now? His location, his whereabouts, anything?” Arthur asked, eyes locked onto him. “We found his exact location but he is heavily guarded. He has borne hundred bodyguards watching his every move. Whatever we're doing or have to do, we can't do it on our own. Arthur nodded, his mind already racing with strategies. He was about to speak but Sam beat him to it. “Before you say anything else, I've been thinking about something. I know a guy who might be willing to help us out. He's a former Marine, and he's got the skills we need to get past Scott's security.” Arthur's eyes lit up with interest. "Who is he and how will he help with those bodyguards?” Arthur asked curiously. "His name is Ryder. He's been doing private security work ever since he left the military. I've worked with him before numerous
Arthur, his private investigator, Sam and Ryder, were all seated at the allocated location, the old warehouse, where they went over their plan again once more. “It'll be risky to spy on him unarmed,” Ryder spoke first. “What do you suggest?” Sam asked, eyes locking onto him. “I need some sort of weapon, see it like a plan B…. “There's no plan B,”Arthur voiced. His anger laced in his tone. Silence fell between the three men. Arthur knew it was risky, but he was desperate and really needed to take down Scott as soon as possible. He didn't want to lose sight of his mission and he definitely did not want to create room for failure by coming up with any second plan. Just go in and come out. “We need you to spy on them, get past the security,” Arthur pointed out his aim. "I can help you get past Scott's security, but it's going to cost you a lot. Plus, I need to know that our cause is just,” Ryder chipped. “It's for a good cause. I told you beforehand,” Sam interrupted. Ryder nodd
***Shortly before Hannah confronts Khloe.*** * Hannah Foster, Ethan's stepmom who he doesn't know that she isn't actually his real mother, was sitting in her living room with Williams Foster's lawyer, Clark. They were discussing the deceased's company and although Williams had shared his inheritance, they believe that something was still very off. “I don't understand what you're talking about, Clark? I know he has transferred all of his wealth to both myself and his son, Ethan,” she said, her legs crossed. “Well, I'm telling you now. There's one secret safe left. And it is said that this safe holds billions of dollars,” Clark remarked. “I know Williams was rich and the will had but little of his wealth, but I never thought he could have hidden it somewhere,” she said, confused. “He hid it. But nobody knows where the key is. I bet he entrusted it to someone he deeply loved or trusted,” Clark said. “If that's the case, I know Williams loved me. But he never gave me any keys. And
The strong metal gold key in Khloe Ferguson’s hand sparkled as she fiddled with it.“Ethan Foster. He doesn't know I own his life” Khloe took a deep breath. She sat in her cold room upstairs and from the window, she could see her lovely husband, Ethan Foster kissing and wrapping hands over his mistress’s curvaceous waist. Katrina Eliot, or Katty as Ethan would call her, is just the kind of woman who can collide the heads of ten men together by just walking past them.Sighing, Khloe meticulously hid the key in its secret box before heading down to the living room to welcome her lovely husband and his mistress, Katrina At least, for these four years of being married to Ethan Foster, Khloe has learned by patience to condone his cheating affairs just so he doesn't divorce her and marry his mistress.Her priority is that he is happy and she remains his wife regardless even if he never had an iota of love for her and has countlessly rubbed mud into her eyes.Getting to the living room, Sh
“I want a room. One night” Khloe said as she got to the hotel. She did not even bother to ask for the price. She had enough. The receptionist typed on the computer before saying to Khloe,” The cost of our room varies from $100 to $500 for a night and no additional fee, Ma’am “ she explained and Khloe’s brow furrowed. It was the first time she had heard of such a cheap hotel. Now, she sees how inhumane Ethan is. “Okay, I want a room for $ 500” her mouth uttered before she thought about it.“Here is your key ma’am. Room 007, just go up the stairs ” The lady explained and Khloe headed out.Her head was spinning and she needed to get the thoughts of Ethan and Katrina out of her mind. Married to the billionaire’s son, Ethan Forster all he could repay her loyalty with was by divorcing and sending her away with just one million dollars. Isn't it the height of cruelty ever? The Fosters were rich. They own the largest warehouses ever in Maryland and Ethan happened to be their only child.
About five minutes later, Mr Clark, Ethan’s lawyer came with the divorce papers as agreed on.“Here, Miss Ferguson, sign here” Mr Clark handed her a pen to sign the divorce papers. With shaky hands but a mind made up, Khloe signed the papers, breaking the bound that kept herself and Ethan Forster glued.“Here,” Khloe said, handing Mr Clark the divorce papers back. Khole was shocked at something. She had not received her stakes from Mr. Clariton, the Senior account manager of the FOSTER Co-operation.Two months ago when her Father-in-law passed away, he stopped sending her stakes to her.“Mr Clark, please wait,” she called. “What happened to my stakes, I have not received them for two months now?” her face tinted pale.The lawyer pinched his hawkish nose slightly before saying, “I'm afraid Miss Ferguson but Mr Clariton is acting based on the instructions of Mrs Foster” he narrowed his gaze away from Khloe. It was clear that he was acting under Mrs Foster's will too.“I am hearing th
The morning was crisp and fresh with the scent of blooming flowers filling the air.At the airport that morning, Khloe Ferguson stood with a handful of two big boxes that contained all her belongings from four years of being married to Ethan Foster.Returning to Washington will determine her fate. She rebelled with her Father four years ago by giving up on her inheritance and career to marry Ethan.Neither of Khloe's parents knew she was coming back to Washington that day except for her sister whom she informed yesterday. “I'm gonna miss you when you're gone, Khloe,” Elena hugged her. She had been the only friend who loved Khloe since she got married to the rich Billionaire, Ethan Foster.“I will miss you too. Please don't make me cry'' A tear trickled down Khloe's eyes to her face.As they remained in each other's hands shedding tears of sweet moments, a thought tailed Elena’s mind.“I saw the news yesterday, is it true that Ethan and Katrina are now married?” Elena asked as she pul