Ellen's POV I sat in my room with an open bottle of pinot noir as I let the events of the past few days swirl through my mind like a wind of chaos. Liz and Gabriel were both taken in on charges of physical abuse. The similarities between their situations were too striking to ignore. Both pieces of evidence released against them had Kamille at its center.If Kamille was dead, then who the hell was scheming on her behalf. I began going back memory lane to recall if she had any close friends from high school but none was forthcoming. I had made sure of that anyway. What about college? Did she have any friends then? After college, before and after her marriage to Zeke did she make any friends I did not know about? But try as I might, I couldn't recall a single name. Kamille had been meticulous about keeping her distance from others. She had avoided people like a plague.Fuck! I cursed inwardly and with a frustrated groan, I reached for the glass of wine on my bedside table and took a s

Ellen's POV After Max's message, I knew father was the best person to inform about the kids. But if those kids belong to Zeke, then could that lady from the photo be their mother? Why keep them at his penthouse instead of the mansion? Tired of staying indoors, I decided to make a trip to the salon. At least over there I would be able to worry less because of the gossip I would gladly partake in.I rose from the bed and entered the restroom to freshen up. Stepping out of the restroom, I began to get dressed. I opted for a casual yet stylish outfit. I chose a pair of snug black jeans that accentuated my curves, paired with a breezy white linen blouse. I slipped into a pair of crisp white sneakers. I adorned myself with a delicate gold pendant necklace and let my hair fall loosely around my shoulders.After a final check in the mirror to ensure everything was just right, I grabbed my car keys and headed out the door. After a few minutes on the road, I arrived at the salon. I parked at

Dressed in a tailored charcoal gray suit that accentuated my sturdy frame. My crisp white shirt peeked out from beneath the jacket, the collar fastened neatly with a silver tie clip. On my wrist, a gold watch adorned and my cufflinks gleamed subtly. Then I had a black coat of fine fur hang loosely over my broad shoulders.Sitting in the dimly lit balcony, surrounded by murmur of voices, loud music and the haze of smoke, I watched as my den thrived before me.From the way the half naked strippers with masks on, swayed gracefully around poles, their movements hypnotic as they entertained the eager crowd. Men huddled around tables, their faces illuminated by the flicker of cards, their laughter mingling with the clink of chips. People made money. Many others lost. Some were even killed.In the corners, shadowy figures exchanged whispers, their eyes darting around suspiciously as they indulged in their vices. But amidst it all, I remained still, my gaze unwavering as I surveyed my kingd

Kamilles POV“Are you okay, Belle?” I asked clearly worried. My kids heard me say Belle and started asking to speak to her her.“Mummy, mummy, Aunty Belle.” Tyris said and she scrambled with her seatbelt behind.“Stay put Tyris. You'll talk to Aunty Belle once you're back from school.” I urged and Belle chuckled from the other end of the line.“How are the kids?” She asked. Her voice was heavy with emotion and it got me worried and I momentarily forgot my kids scrambling to unlatch their seatbelts.“They are fine Belle, but are you?” I asked slowly.“Please Kam, don't worry about me. I'm in my pms window so I have been having series of emotions but I will be fine.” She replied. I could feel her smile sadly.I knew she normally had severe pms symptoms, and Amanda always teased her about it. But this time, we were worried it could be more than that. I sighed.“Alright love. Let's meet up soon. You, Amy and I. There's a lot we need to catch up on.” I said calmly oblivious to the chaos go

Zeke's POVI did not go to work today, nor did I go to the hospital. I was still not sure of Kamille's state of heart. But I would stop by in the evening nonetheless.I decided to go to my study to finish up some paperwork. As I was preparing to leave my room, my phone suddenly rang, jolting me from my thoughts. I picked up the call and waited for him to speak.“What do you mean the kids were in an accident?” I asked, my voice tinged with shock and anger.The security personnel on the other end of the line struggled to explain the situation, his words were rushed and frantic. “Sir, they were chased by a black mini van. We ran to check the plate number but it was non-existent.” he explained urgently. “And where the hell were you? How did this happen? Where are the kids now?” I demanded, my tone sharp.The security personnel hesitated before responding, his voice heavy with regret. “Sir, the kids left the hospital with their mother to school.” he explained.“Kamille and Royer were in