XavierThe first person I visited was Natasha in a cozy cabin that have enough heat for the sake of the baby. The moment I walked into the room, I heard the cry of the baby. Lucas met me at the doorway. “Don’t you think we should hire a nanny? At least until you have to send him to Martinez?”“That won’t be necessary.” The lesser people know about this, the better it is for everybody. “If things should go well, the baby should be out of our hands soonest.” The loud cry was reduced to whimpers. “What’s up with the baby?”“I think Natasha is breastfeeding him.” Well then, I have to give the baby a little more time to finish his breakfast. “Mr. DaVinci is still in our custody, what should we do with him?”“Let him go.” He doesn’t know who kidnapped him or his daughter. All DaVinci knows is that someone sent him a picture of his daughter held in chains, he flew down to New York and was snatched right at the airport, next, he was in a room with a blindfold while Oliver recorded the whole t
XavierImagine being forced to wear a Versace gown with a perfect makeup few minutes after your son was taken away from you; that’s exactly Natasha’s fate and with the way her lips tightened, I could tell she in no way like her fate. My men pulled her to the big hall, each man standing by her side. She literally had to race after them because they walked too fast, which also made her walk too fast, a painful attempt if you ask me because her nine inches heel made it pure torture.Stopping at the big door, Harden knocked and the door opened. We all stepped into the big hall where Mateo is being held.It’s okay to say that the young man has been battered beyond repair. I do doubt if any plastic surgeon can fix that face because the scars and current bruises are going to give them tough work.“Long time no see Mateo.” When was the last time I was here? I can’t even remember. Approaching the battered man, I squatted to his level. “I’ve not been a good host and I apologize for that.” Slap
Epilogue AngelaTwo months laterLife doesn’t go as expected. I’m pretty sure Natasha, Veronica, and Vera didn’t see this coming when they were scheming against me and my father.It’s been two months now since the news of Natasha’s accident hit the internet. They presumed it to be suicide just like Susan DaVinci, but I know better. It is my husband’s doing and I do not need anyone to confirm it for me.Poor Mr. DaVinci. The old man died of cardiac arrest after his daughter was found dead in a clubhouse. Arlo, Natasha’s son is with the Wilsons. They send us pictures of him, and against Xavier’s liking, I visit him once in a while; he’s my nephew after all.All the shares Xavier forced Natasha to hand over to me made me the highest shareholder, but I gave the shares which were originally meant for Natasha to her son Arlo. This conflict has to end with us, it does not have to be extended to our children and children’s children.Having a near experience with death makes you take a lot o
Angela I hate flying commercials, but father believes it’s a way to keep us humble, although I don’t think that applies to my sister considering the fact that she always uses the jet anytime she’s flying. Four hours or approximately five hours, I’ll be home. So you see, I traveled to Mexico for a business meeting when I received a call from my sister that she’s engaged, and that her wedding will be happening in a week’s time. I had no idea she was seeing someone, not to talk of engagement or wedding. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for her, but I just feel she’s rushing things. The air hostesses stopped next to my seat. She offered me a warm smile before walking away, leaving me with my handsome seat partner. He glanced at me briefly before returning to his phone. Taking my seat, I fastened my safety belt, then searched around for the air hostess so I can request for a bottle of champagne. To me, whenever the plane is trying to take off is the most scary part, which is why I always
Angela I love weekends. It gives me the time to relax with my best friend Daniel and my baby girl Mckenzie. Flipping through channels, I settled for the news station. “I’m going to get more wine.” I informed Daniel before disappearing to the kitchen. “Angie!” Daniel called out. “You have to see this! Come see this!” I rushed back to the living room, the bottle of wine forgotten. “What’s wrong?” Mckenzie isn’t home yet, so I wonder why he’s panicking. “Isn’t that your father on the television?” Frowning, I picked up the remote and turned up the volume. We sadly announce the death of a business tycoon, Mr. Derek Shirley who passed away in the early hours of this morning after suffering from a cardiac arrest. People believe that the fall in his stock might have been the reason for his cardiac arrest. His funeral arrangements shall take place next week at his family house and his family pleads that their privacy should be respected as they mourn him. My legs gave out as I crumbled
Xavier Mr. Shirley's death is the one of the reasons why I'm here, but it's not the main reason. The old man may have been a great man and a friend, but he's not worth abandoning my business for a whole week. Taking a deep drag, I watched the smoke from the blunt in my hand roll up into the cold night, the peace and serenity a welcoming feeling. Vera is going to lose her cool if she finds out I smoked in her garden, but then who cares? It's not as if she's going to complain aloud, Natasha will be the one receiving the scolding on my behalf. My silent yet peaceful moment was cut off when an intruder stomped into the garden. With the heavy footsteps, anyone with working pair of eyes should be able to tell that she's barely containing her anger. I silently observed her, awaiting her appearance into the solar pathway lights so I can get a glimpse of her face and when she did, I inhaled sharply. Angela Shirley. How long has it been? Three years and two weeks. I watched her answer her
Angela The moment both hands struck four am, my eyes opened, and although my body pleaded with me to go back to sleep, I knew I had to hit the gym. Thank God for indoor gym. I brushed my teeth, fix myself a bottle of energy drink before hitting the gym. I found the gym empty which doesn't surprise me. Back in the days, I was the only one who utilized the gym. Blocking my ears with my ear pods, I started with the treadmill. The last time I was on this treadmill, father scolded me for wasting too much time on it. "You should equalize everything Angela, do not give one thing all your attention." I still remember his words vividly, the scowl on his face as he scolded me. My chest tightened as the pain hit me hard on the chest. Why am I constantly living in regret? My feet slapped faster and harder on the treadmill. Why has the pain refused to go away? Will I be able to watch him get lowered to the ground? Say my last goodbye to him? Why can't I breath properly? What's going on? So
Xavier Natasha and Vera’s faces were quite comical when the lawyer announced that S.H fashion is being handed over to Angela. None of them saw it coming, but I did, I know Derek that well to be able to tell what he’s thinking. One point for Derek and zero for Vera; guess she didn’t play her cards well this time.Exhaling marijuana smoke, I watched Natasha pace the room in a twelve-inch heel. She stopped suddenly and faced me. “How could he do this to me? How could he have done this to us!”Trying not to let my amusement show, I blinked at her. “I do not get what the problem is.” She glared at me. “Angela is his child too, she’s also entitled to his property.” Besides, she’s the best person for the job and I think Derek knows that too.“She’s not entitled to anything!” She hissed, her eyes holding venom. “She left Xavier, father knows that she left three years ago without any form of communication!”I believe she left because of me. “She’s back now, isn’t she? The fact is she has retur