Can you take a guess at what killed had killed Lucas Blakes wife? It's fine if you can't. You are going to find out anyway... Keep reading to find out!
She laughed. Again. Shirley's stomach was beginning to hurt from how much she was laughing. She had never laughed as much as she was laughing at that moment, in her entire life. No one had ever made her laugh so much. At that moment, she was at peace. She wasn't thinking about anything. She was happy. Genuinely happy. They were in the VIP section of a five star English restaurant. In fact, it was just the two of them in the whole VIP section because Shirley had booked the whole room. She didn't want to have to deal with any drama... Maxwell watched her as he swirled his glass of juice. He knew that Shirley Blakes was a beauty but at that moment, when she laughed, he couldn't help but think that he had underestimated her beauty. She was simply breathtaking that he was having a hard time focusing. His heart was a fluttering mess. His mind filled with only wild thoughts of her. How he just wanted to stand up and scoop her into his arms, and then crash his lips onto hers and kiss her bre
"What do you mean starting today I will be homeschooled? Dad, you promised!" Shirley was shouting at the top of her voice, glaring at her father who just stared at her with a pained expression on his face. Maxwell was standing at a corner of the sitting room with his eyes lowered to the floor. Mr Lucas Blakes let out a deep sigh, and then reached out to touch his daughter's shoulder but she stepped back, avoiding his reach. "You just do whatever you want! You never care about what I want anyway!" Shirley screamed, and then dashed upstairs to her room. It was a bright sunny morning. Mr Blakes Lucas had just arrived back home as Shirley ate breakfast, preparing to leave for school. And that was when he had dropped the bomb. That starting from that day, she was going to be homeschooled until further notice. And he had already arranged everything. He wasn't asking for her consent. He was just merely informing her about what was going to happen…And that was how they had gotten there. S
Later that evening, Shirley was lying on her stomach in the garden outside their apartment. The garden was well adorned with lillies, hibiscus, roses and daisies. Shirley had single handedly nurtured every flower in the garden. Gardening made her feel close to her late mother somehow _ her mother had loved gardening too. A novel was in front of where Shirley was lying. Occasionally, she would look up at the sky, to admire its beauty. It was a full moon that night. Millions of stars like tiny speckles of dust littered the sky. It was indeed a sight to behold. There was just one thing that Shirley liked about the bomb her father had dropped early that morning. Aside from the fact that she was going to be homeschooled and be literally under house arrest, Maxwell was going to be moving into the apartment for the meantime. Shirley had found out earlier that day from Maxwell himself, after she had wrapped up all her lectures for the day. A room had already been arranged for him and he ha
She had thought that he had only been messing with her when he offered to make them dinner but now as she sat on the long stool in the kitchen, resting both her arms on the table and watching him work in a funny looking apron, she couldn't help but smile widely. Maxwell looked so serious as he moved about the kitchen. From preheating the oven to, to spraying a baking dish with nonstick spray. His movements were so organized, almost like a professional chef. Even the way he chopped the vegetables was fascinating. Shirley almost felt like she was watching her favourite chef cook life. Maxwell was making them baked chicken Tacos as per her request. When he had asked what she wanted him to make them for dinner earlier, she had just spurted out the first thing that came to mind. She hadn't been expecting him to really go to the kitchen, wear an apron and start cooking it. Maxwell stirred in the chicken, taco seasoning, tomatoes, and green chiles in a bowl. Next he placed the taco shells
Shirley helped Maxwell clean up after dinner, and then while he moved around the house ensuring that all the doors and windows were locked, and the security system and alarm was in place, she went through her email. He joined her in the sitting room when he was done, he took a seat across her. She spared him a quick glance when he stepped in, and then she returned her gaze to her laptop in front of her. She finished going through her email a few minutes later and closed the laptop. Maxwell's eyes were glued onto the television in front of them, it was the business news channel playing at the time. "You know where my dad went to right? You know what he is doing? Please tell me, is he in any danger? What exactly is going on? He seemed pretty tense earlier today, it was hard not to notice..." she suddenly spoke. Her voice shook and when he turned to stare into her eyes, he saw the fear playing in them. She sighed softly. "He never tells me anything, whether it is what he is doing or w
It was a full moon, two young teenagers stood under the moon in each other's arms. "It's a beautiful night tonight, if it weren't so cold I could stay out here forever," the girl spoke and the boy chuckled, reaching out to pinch her nose playfully. "Let's head in okay, it's really cold out here" the boy whispered taking her hand. She nodded and together they started to make their way back to an apartment not far from where they had been standing. The teenagers were almost at the gate when suddenly, something fast came at them. It was so fast that they didn't see it but a sharp scream erupted the girl's lips as she felt her flesh being torn from her arm. She looked at the arm that was hurting and saw that her flesh had indeed been torn from it. They were deep claw marks on her arm. Another scream erupted from her lips. The boy saw this and screamed as well. He reached out to carry her when the thing came at them again, pushing him down and separating the two. There were more screa
"Was there another incident in the lab?" Max asked the person on the other line in a hushed voice. What greeted his ears was silence, compelling his blood to boil. "I just asked you a question! F**king answer me!" he screamed. He could hear the heartbeats of the person on the other line pound faster and he scoffed. "It… They…" the person on the other line stuttered. "Do you realize how big of a mess things are right now? You gave your word to keep things under control!" Max went on, obviously in a rage. Only the person's unsteady breathing could be heard. With a sigh, Max hung up. ****** "Good afternoon," he greeted the young lady that had just stepped into his office. Her dark hair was stylishly short and had a tinge of purple embedded in it. Her eyes were violet and she had a sly smile playing on her lips as she placed the box she was carrying on the table, and then sat down across Mr Blakes. "Is this it?" he asked, referring to the box on his table. "You bet," she said and s
She smiled when she noticed him still staring, and then she leaned towards Maxwell to whisper incoherently into his ears. Maxwell played his part very well and laughed along with her. It was a round table dinner meeting setting. There were at least 30 people sitting around the table. It was a collaboration dinner meeting of representatives of top companies in the fashion industry nationwide. They weren't there to talk about work but they were there simply to chat and have fun. It was something they did every now and then, it was one of the social gatherings they usually had to help them connect with one another. After dinner, they moved to the underground part of the restaurant. A game house was there where different kinds of games were displayed. From a mini casino, to a pool table house, and even a mini golf court. Some people moved to the casino, mostly the young men and just a few ladies. The older men made their way to the golf court. Shirley, holding Maxwell's hand firmly,