“Today's going to be a good day.” Richard Escrow, gave himself the pep talk as he buttoned his shirt and hung his tie loosely on his neck. Job hunting had become a normal part of his day, and it's futile outcome never deterred the young man from trying again and again. Richard walked down the stairs, his shoes in one hand and suitcase in the other. The scent of toast and freshly brewed coffee invading his nostrils.“Good morning babe, I made breakfast.” His wife declared in a sing-song voice before offering him a plate of her delicacy. Sierra Shawn Devon, the only daughter and heir to the Devon hardware technology, was his wife. She sauntered around the tiny space, enjoying the morning and the music that played in the background. Sierra, got herself a plate and sat opposite him on the kitchen counter as she ate voraciously and helped herself to another serving.The hierarchy of the rich and wealthy had the name tag of the Devon's boldly inscribed for all to see. But, his wife enjoyed

“Apologies young master. The instruction was to bring you here safe and unharmed.” The old man shot daggers at the able-bodied bodyguards, who had their heads slightly bowed in remorse. Richard, confused, stared at the old man and back at the bodyguards. “What the hell is going on and who the hell are you people?” He feared if he said the wrong thing or asked the wrong question, they would switch up on him and tie him to a chair. So, Richard chose his words carefully.“Let me clear your confusion, son. My name is Theo Romane, your godfather and butler to Richard Escrow I. Your father founded everything technology. You might not remember me since you were a little toddler back then. But, you were all your parents ever prayed for. ” Mr. Theo stared at nothing in particular, probably going down memory held both good and stale memories for him. Richard could tell with the way his face scrunched up and the visible frown lines that not everything he remembered from the past was all roses an

Richard did not have it in him to get mad at his wife. He knew she would never intentionally keep such important news that meant the whole world away from him without any reasonable reason. “I can explain babe, I was going to have the conversation with you this morning. But, there was the call and you leaving in a hurry. That is why I stayed up waiting for you, with a bottle of non-alcoholic sparkling wine and a sexy lingerie on the side.” She twirled around in an awkward circle, her beige baggy night wear floating in the air. Her attempt to bring a smile to his face worked perfectly.Richard took his wife's hands and engulfed it with his, his stare intense and filled with appreciation and love. “Now that I know about our baby, everything will be okay. I'll walk with you all through, never letting go of this hand.” She chuckled lightly before wiping the tears that stained her cheek. “You will be the best dad in the world.” She teased before placing a kiss on his lips.He removed his b

“Security! Security!.” Durrel whimpered like a baby as he called out for help.Richard was yet to be done with him, which made his cry for help, a waste of time. No one dared to intervene until he was done teaching him a lesson. Satisfied with the injuries he inflicted on Durrel, Richard walked away, leaving the infamous “Mr. Durrel” to help himself from the floor where he laid.After all the beatings the big mouthed man received from Richard, he expected him to accord himself a bit of shame but as the saying went “empty barrels, make the loudest noise.” Mr.Durrel still refused to accept defeat. “Good morning, Mr. Escrow, we h--” The receptionist made to blow his cover-up, but Richard was quick to signal her not to say anything. She composed herself, her face returning to its professional state before Durrel walked in, in all his disheveled glory.“I have an appointment with the CEO.” Durrel informed Grace, the receptionist. “Please hold on.” She informed Durrel, her hands flying to

The heavy oak doors of the office building felt like the weight of the world as Richard stepped out into the evening air. His phone buzzed incessantly—notifications about the livestream, messages from Giovanni, and missed calls from the Devon household. He ignored them all. His mind was focused on one thing: Sierra.He reached the cramped, dimly lit apartment building where the Devons were currently holding court. As he climbed the stairs, he could hear the muffled sounds of his mother-in-law’s shrill voice through the door."I always keep to my words, child," Lady Carolina was saying.Richard pushed the door open. The room fell silent. Every eye—cold, accusing, and greedy—turned toward him."Look who finally decided to show up," Humphrey sneered, leaning against the wall with a smug grin. "The man of the hour. Or should I say, the man who ruined our family?"Richard didn't even look at him. He walked straight to Sierra, who was sitting on a stiff wooden chair, her face pale but her e