Abigail on the other gently laid Rose on the bed and stepped away from the bed. She looked at the wall clock; 12: 30am. It was very early in the morning and the sky was still as dark as coal.Regardless of the argument she had with Laurent earlier, she was desperate to know where he left without informing her.“Why is Laurent not home by this time?” She muttered, feeling restless and worried about her husband's whereabouts. She took her phone from the nightstand seated close to the bed and dialed his number.The phone rang but no one picked. Tension and uneasiness mounted in her heart.Just as her finger hovered on the screen to dial his number again, a message appeared on it.Her Heart skipped a beat thinking it was from Laurent but the messages were sent by an unfamiliar number.Hesitantly, she clicked on the message and viewed it. Her heart ruptured and her body trembled visibly as she fixed her gaze on the screen, staring in shock.On the screen is the picture of Laurent with the

“I’m giving you nothing, Abigail!!” Laurent blurted, his tone final as he glared at Abigail who stepped forward to him with a fierce gaze too.She snorted, a subtle deadly crossing her lips. “You must be kidding Laurent! This was our deal and a deal is a promise!” She declared, tucking a stand of her hair backward.Silence took over for some seconds which enabled both to hear the distant cacophony of Horn from the distant city. “The Laurent you knew is dead and gone!” Marcus broke the silence, his voice simmering with rage. “The new me will not grant what you want! Go in and pack your things and leave. Now!!” Laurent pointed his finger in the direction of the door, his expression as hard as a stone.Abigail was fully taken aback. She couldn't comprehend what he meant by the statement; ‘the Laurent you knew is dead is gone.’ Frankly, the former Laurent had developed feelings for her some steps into the marriage contract but Abigail is just a greedy chick whose intention is to have h

Marcus got to the location of the address. It was under a bridge at the fringe of the city. It was dark and weary. No human could be at such a place especially at that time. Marcus waited in the car, tapping his fingers gently and nervously on the steering wheel.He could hear the sound of running water down the old bridge which added to the tension in the atmosphere.Just then, he sighted the headlight of a car coming from a distance. It reflected on the windscreen on his car. He shifted on his seat and his heart beat increased.The headlight shone more brightly on his face as the car stopped in the centre of the road. The front door open a man stepped out of the car. His huge shadow reflected on the ground by the headlight of the car which he left on as he approached Marcus.Marcus composed himself and took a deep breathe. “Let's do this." He muttered and stepped out of the car.As the man got close to him, he fell to his knee, his head tilted down. “My lord! Welcome back." He sai

Jaxon was cuffed and like a hardened criminal, he was pushed into the police vehicle which drove away immediately. Flashes of camera didn't stop flickering on him till he was totally out of sight.Journalists clustered around Laurent as he made his way out of the courtroom. They stretched microphones and struggled to hear from him as if he is a president of a nation.“How do you feel about winning the case Mr. Laurent?!" A male journalist raised his voice to his hearing but he didn't stop. He simply approached his car yet they buzz around him like bee on honey.“Where did you get the confidence from? You defended yourself without a lawyer and won!" A female journalist struggled to get to him but they pushed her and she fell.Laurent stopped and which also made the crowd to halt too but their microphones never lowered from the air, still willing to hear from him. The noises reduced drastically into murmuring.Laurent walked to the lady who fell and stretched his hand. He smiled at her

Mirabelle's part of the plan is to divert the attention of the doctor from going to Laurent ward so that mirabelle would perfectly execute her own plan to inject Laurent with the deadly poison. It won't take up to 2minutes before he'll give up the ghost.Mirabelle pushed the doctor with the tip of her finger in such a way he hit his back against the door which opened immediately and they both found themselves in his office. She pushed him against the office desk and pressed her body on him with a lascivious grin on her lips. She leaned closer and whispered into his ear like a cheap prostitute.“Let's get this done, naughty boy." She hit her hand on his trousers right on his rod.The doctor's rod had risen, kicking against his trouser which shows his eagerness and to press on with the sexual entanglement so he grabbed her on the waist and leaned closer to kiss her on the lips but she angled her head backward and placed his index finger across his lips.“Easy boy..Easy with me..Giv