Mr King had a lot of things hidden in different safes in his room. A lot of secrets he is hiding which has prompted him to have CCTV cameras around his personal room. He had wanted it all over the house but Mrs King never allowed it. She felt it was not necessary so she never agreed to it and again, it would look like she is being watched always by her cunning husband. Standing in the middle of the room, Kristen cringed. Mr King's room looked like some sort of shrine, something you can see in west Africa. She wondered if her mother ever made it to this room. It was not just the safe she needed to get access to, but the room as well. Earlier when she had decided to get the tape from her stepfather, she had watched him from a corner enter his room's secret code. The code was strange as the man himself but Kristen never bothered about it. The only business she has now is to match the spare key she has in her to any of the safe, if one is opened the rest is opened but she believed

For what seemed like an eternity, no one said a thing and when Mrs King could not endure the silence anymore, she broke the heavy silence. "So when are you coming home again?"Kristen smiled at her mother," I will be home again very soon. I should get going now"Kristen said standing up. "No my dear, wait for a little, let me get something for you"Kristen sat back and watched her mother leave the room. Cherry stood up wordlessly and left too, leaving just Mr King and Kristen. Kristen closed her eyes and rested her head back on the couch. She could feel eyes on her with her eyes closed and she knows who owns those eyes. "You can keep staring, it's your eyes not mine" She whispered to herself, although she directed the statement to Mr King. Mr King did hear what she said and charged at her but because her eyes were closed, she did not see the impending danger. Kristen flinched and flicked her eyes the moment she felt the hard grip on her arms. Her eyes met with the b

"I can't remember asking you to follow me in," Kristen said from the living room. Noami ignored the statement and walked around the dining room before walking into the living room. All of Kristen's luggage was dumped on the floor. One of her heels was at the living room entrance while the other was just an inch away from the couch Kristen lay on. Her handbag was resting on her belly while she clutched her phone in between her fingers. She needed her peace but she wouldn't be getting it anytime soon. "Well, I do know that you want to know who came looking for you"Noami responded and sat down. Her eyes scanned the living room and finally rested on Kristen who had her eyes closed and was snoring softly. Noami looked at Kristen curiously, wondering if she fell asleep while she was yet to tell her what she wants to know. "It's uncultured for a lady to leave her guest unattended"Noami said, with the hope of knowing Kristen's state of consciousness. When Kristen did not move o

After a minute or so of wiping her face dry, Frederick helped her lay well on the bed, placing the bowl on the nightstand and then covering her body with her blanket, he made sure there was enough space for her to breathe. He didn't move an inch away from her side, hoping that somehow, his presence will help keep her warm while he thinks of what you do with her. He either calls a doctor or takes her to the hospital, he soothes to call the doctor because that's what seems like the right thing to do, unfortunately, he had left his phone in his car. He stood up to go get it but felt a grip on his hand, turning, he saw Kristen gripping his hand unconsciously and mumbling coherent words. His heart clenched when he saw how weak she looked. Her face was contorted in pain and she was clearly fighting whatever it was. Her eyes were closed tight. Her body was still shivering so badly. He sighed as he kneeled beside her. He wanted to hold her close, wrap her in a blanket and give her the be

Perplexed, Noami stood outside Kristen's door staring blankly at nothing. She did not see that coming. "Did she treat me like I am nothing?" Noami whispered, her expression twisted with disgust. "No, she can't tell me what to do. I am not done with her yet."She mumbled again and started pacing around. "Gosh, I did not achieve my purpose of being here. I wanted to annoy her so bad that she would not have the desire to go fornicate with my crush. If only Frederick can see that I am better than her. I don't even know what he sees in a sl*t like Kristen" She groaned, running her hand through her hair frustrated. "I will have to do something, Frederick has to look my way"She stated and started walking towards her apartment with the resolve of causing trouble between Frederick and Kristen.****** Frederick walked out from the bathroom with just a towel around his waist and water dripping from his hair onto his shoulders. He saw Kristen sitting on the bed with a frown mumb