Weruche couldn't sleep, her brother's men were arguing again. Usually the sharing of the money from whatever illegal business they had done ended before nightfall, allowing her to enjoy a night's rest without the sound of their riotous voices. That was when her brother didn't beat her mother. It was difficult to sleep through your mother's screams, especially when you didn't know if they would be her last, if your brother would finally end her life with the fists he had used to control it. She did not know how she had gotten to this point with her family, how all this had been happening but she did not know. Usually now, she just stayed away from her brother's path after a punch from him on her belly made her lose her pregnancy. She did not tell Karis, and he still believed she had his baby aborted, this led to him firing her.She wrapped her pillow around her head, trying her best to shut out the noise but it was no use. She could still hear the voices loud and clear, the threats.
Karis Ilobi hated his father's house parties. They were pretentious, but more pretentious were his charity balls were he dressed in his finest and tipped all the press that was present, so that they only published photos of him that had been taken from a good angle, the cameras clicking away while he gave some silly speech about having a deep love for humanity and the burden of the poor being his burden too.And the end of such charity balls, he sat down with his father to count the achievements of the day which had nothing to do with the number of lives they had been able to touch, the success of the ball had only to do with the number of dignitaries that had been in attendance - more support for his father's re-election his father had told him once, and when he had accused him of being a hypocrite, he had snapped. The poor did get the help they needed from his charity balls, who cared about the content of his heart he had said.Karis cared. He cared that his father and his father's
Karis has flown back to his apartment in California untied states after his meeting with the other members of the billionaire club. After he had finished from Harvard, he had made a vow to himself to build his own legacy. His father came from a long line of what the twenty first century could safely refer to as the aristocrats. Of course, they were not title holders or anything that grand, but the Ilobi were filthy rich, and the wealth could be traced to as far back as the nineteenth century, then there was his father. His mother's was the typical grass to grace story, she had been a normal kid, attending public school, and had been the valedictorian in her graduating class. She had taken that on to her university at her state, and ended up in the student body council. From there, it had been one gradual but consistent step at a time to her greatness, earning herself the title - man of the people. But now, she was dead. His father's narrative was that through his wife, he had exp
Weruche stared up at the macho security man in shock. The owner of the club had asked her to fly over and meet him in California. She had never been on a plane before, had hardly ever been outside her neighborhood, except to run nefarious errands for her step father, and now this mysterious man who had once shown her mercy wanted her to fly over to meet him. She didn't believe in luck - good luck that is, and she didn't also believe in coincidences. She had the sickening dred that Karis, the owner of the watch she had stolen wanted something from her, and what ever it was, she knew she wouldn't want to give it.''I would call Maria, she's the one that handles these kinds of things'' The man was saying, but Weruche could barely hear him, she was already looking for a way out.''Look ehm... Mr. Tall guy, I'm really sorry I stole your boss's watch, but hey I have returned it.'' She held out her hand to him, still holding the watch. Just take the watch and let me go okay.''Komodo shook h
Weruche didn't dare to look up, but she could feel him so close to her. His voice was silky when he spoke, but he did nothing to veil the threat in it. ''I think we both know I can make you do anything I want little Weruche,'' he whispered into her ear. ''And it has nothing to do with the police.''Weruche drew a shaky breath. ''Is that why you brought me here? To intimidate me? Because believe me, I didn't have to be in this impressive building, or get flown in a private jet for the first time in my life, or chauffeur driven in a limo. I didn't need new clothes or a nice hairstyle -''His eyes shut up to her hair. He inclined his head. ''It suits you.''She shook her head, without still looking up. ''I didn't need all this to get intimidated, I was already intimidated by you in the club that night.'' She finished in a tiny voice that was barely audible even to her ears. ''I was intimidated the moment you decided to let me steal your watch.'' She raised her eyes then, and there was a
Karis was driving her to his apartment. It was nothing romantic or raunchy, like to horny people going to have their fill of each other in a luxury apartment. No, it had more to do with the fact that she was homeless and penniless, and Karis's charitable nature, still she wondered....She was Emeka's sister - at least in name, and she did not believe in luck. Everything happened for a reason, and it had nothing to do with fate. In a world of dog eat dog, you had to feed on another dog to get stronger, to stay from getting eaten. Peter wanted something, that was why he was doing all he did, and she was going to make sure she found out exactly what that was.She pushed thoughts of her gratitude aside, along with the guilt she felt for thinking bad about the man she cared deeply for, the man who was now taking care of her even though he thought she had aborted his kid. Karis was obviously not a monster like her brother, but then she had trusted her brother -- look where that left her
Karis couldn't sleep. Her scent was everywhere, wherever he turned, he could almost see her, innocent, trusting, yet a siren. She was the embodiment of a paradox, he had thought he was going to hurt her by breaking off what could never be even before it started -- but then she had pre-empted him, as he had lain beside her, blabbing like a school child about what they had just had. A one night stand, that had been neat, uncomplicated, what adults in their situation were to call it, but he had heard the hurt in her voice, and hated that he was the reason for it. He needed to stay away from her, for her own good, as well as for his. She was no match for his family, some street girl who was the daughter of a local gangster. He didn't want her to get drawn into the politics that was his family, the controlling ways of his father. He had watched his father make or break several people simply because he felt it would get him a re-election, or add more money to the unmeasurable wealth h
Weruche who had been sitting sitting in the living room leafing through a fashion magazine lifted her head when Karis walked in. She had taken off the clothes she had worn in the company building, and for lack of what to wear, had gone searching through his wardrobe. She was now dressed in his T shirt which was oversized, and drooping from a slender shoulder. Underneath, she wore nothing but her panties, and suddenly aware of how indecently she was clad, she tried to cover as much of her milky skin that was showing. He smiled, amused at her efforts. ''I must admit, it's nice to come home late in the evening after dinner with a beautiful woman to find another beautiful woman in your house -'' his gaze traveled over her slowly. ''and wearing your clothes.'' Weruche fought to keep her emotions at bay, surprised that he would call her beautiful, a warmth she could only feel when he ignited it curdled in her belly. She was also strangely irritated that he would spend time with another