All it takes is one outstreched leg of Grant's to bring Roger to the floor, almost landing on Andrew who's still fighting to stand up. He rolls out of his way just in time and Roger hits the ground hard.He winces out loud as he had fallen on his forearm.Grant raises him up with one hand, grabbing his collar. "You? You asked him to kill me?"Roger shakes his head vehemently, indicating no. Grant looks over at Andrew who's clutching his face. Andrew goes defensive. "That bastard is lying. He specifically told me Grant Hall, elder brother of Ivy Hall, red head like her and the name of your company. I couldn't have found you without his help with descriptions. He's nuts, telling a dirty lie like that."Grant cocks his head to the side. "Who should I believe now? I think I should tear both your faces until your stories match up!"Andrew who had been too in pain to stand up from the ground before scrambles up and runs to where his men stand. He pushes one of them forward. "Tell him you i
Ashton lets up all of his pent up anger on Tyler, the kind he had shown to Roger and Mike weeks before. Before everyone knows it, Tyler has a bursted lip and ruined nose.It takes the joint effort of Hank and one of his men to pull him off of Ashton. "Stop it man!" Hank yells as he drag him off.Ashton recomposes himself and adjusts his long coat. "Fine. I'll leave him."Ivy throws Raine a furtive smile, raising her eyebrows while telling her that she said it before.Even though, they all know that Tyler deserved all of it. Stalking an helpless woman is like harming a stray cat with poisoned food. Just as disgusting and lowly for a person to do.Hank pulls Tyler to his feet and holds him by the scruff of his neck before pushing him to one of the officers who manages to catch him before he hits the ground once again. The pain really hits him and he winces out loud before trying to wriggle of the officer's grip."Who the hell are you people and why are you beating me?" He yells and looks
Grant swears softly under his breath and walks towards the body that has stopped spasming. He touches the pulse point on the neck and on his wrists but there's nothing. He kneels on the floor and puts his head on Roger's chest to check for even the slightest beat but there's nothing there as well.He looks out through the door at the guy who's in complete black, standing with the gun on his shoulder. Grant puts his pointer to his middle finger and raises it up.Immediately the guy sees the sign, he packs his equipments into the long black bag beside him and in fifteen seconds, he's gone, no trace of him ever being there left behind.Grant stands up and closes his eyes for a moment and then opens them right back. He sneers. "You don't even deserve a one minute silence, douchebag." He turns around anf reaches for his phone. He dials shortly and places the phone to his ear. "Hello?""This is an emergency service. What's your emergency?"Grant looks down at the body, wondering if he should
About twenty minutes after Grant's car had driven away from the spot it had been parked in, the loud sirens of the ambulance sounded very crisply and nearby. It stopped right in front of the garage and two EMT's descend from it, a stretcher in their hands. They carry it into the garage and barely manage to roll Roger's stiffened up body on the gurney. They carry it to the ambulance with a lot of strength but they make it and cover the body with a while cloth to signify that he's dead already. Well, he's been dead since the one bullet hit him in the head. The ambulance starts and drives off with a police car arriving right after the ambulance closes it's doors. Two officers descend from it and walk into the garage, heading straight for the blood spattering on the floor and the half outline that the blood has caused while flowing around Roger's fallen and lifeless body. "Hm. It was pretty obvious he was shot in the head." The younger officer observes, looking at his senior subordinat
Dressed in a long black dinner gown, a silver clutch bag and silver shoes, all accentuating her beauty and confident looks, everyone in the room that night can tell that she's in love with the man across the room, the same man she keeps staring at.He also, throws her some glances and smiles at her when he catches her watching him as well.In a lady's life, there are many moments where she cherishes and for Ivy Hall, this is one of those moments, where her to be husband Richard Wright, announces their wedding to the world...He grabs a glass of champagne off a passing waiter and uses his fork to grab attention from everybody in the room."Uhm... Can I have your attention please?" Richard announces, standing on a chair so everyone can see him. "I'm sure you all know who I am if you're at this party. Well, I just have an extra good news."Ivy smiles deeply, her dimples looking deeper through the shadows cast on her face. She holds her purse even tighter to her heart, knowing what is com
Knowing that she could harm herself if she keeps driving in that situation, and not wanting to remember Richard, Ivy parks her car at the nearest cafe she could find and stumbles inside, hurriedly locating the furthest booth from the outside.She sits down there and cries, trying to muffle them so no one will be alarmed.She removes her coat and hangs it behind her chair, sniffling quietly but still trying to hide it as a waitress aporoaches her. "Good afternoon ma'am. What would you like to have?"Ivy looks half heartedly through the menu. "I'd like a cup of chamomile tea.""Coming right up ma'am."For the next few minutes, Ivy stares into space, her mind inevitably taking her back to the moment she witnessed less than twenty minutes ago.Her husband in another woman, not just any women infact, her own best friend, and his uncaring attitude even after she found out.He always manages to device new ways to make her hurt over and over again.She wipes her eyes over and over again.Her
Richard woke up the next morning to an empty side of the bed.Cold and empty.And so is her side of the wardrobe, her makeup products, skincare and bathing materials all gone.Shoes, bags, everything, even her smell...It's all gone.He stood up, smiling and drinking the sunlight. "I'm finally free. I can do whatever I want now without consequences from anyone."He stands up and dances in the shower, feeling very happy.Ignoring the vibrations of his phone, he makes his own breakfast of toast bread and coffee.He makes very bad coffee but he drinks it anyway, just for the joy of it. When it's finally time to leave home for work, he grabs his keys and phone.Inside the car, he checks and sees that he's had multiple calls from Arielle and some other members of the executives of his company.He checks his texts but there's only one from Arielle.As he reads his, his earlier joy dies out and the day becomes very very sour.He fishes around in his briefcase but he can't seem to find what h
Ivy looks at the college ID in her hand as she travels home.She had grown up in New York and traveled to Oxford for her degree.When she came back, she had been hell bent on getting married to Richard that she had disregarded all her family just for him.She's scared about how she'll be received now that she's basically a prodigal daughter.She looks at her designated driver and urges him to drive faster.In three hours, she arrives on the outskirts of town, where her family house was built.In the form of a castle built in the early eighteen hundreds, their family is what is called Old to Modern Family money.She has been brought up to be humble so she never showed the fact that she was from a very rich founding family and nothing ever gave her away.She directs the man where to park the car, pays him and waits for him to leave before she exits the car.She opens the trunk of the car and carries out her suitcase filled with everything she owned the past few years.It's quite big, sh