Right at the Madre Cemetery in Denor city, a man cladded on a thick black coat had his knee knelt before a tomb. It was raining but the standing soldiers had umbrellas covering him. “Rest in peace Naomi Meth” were the words that were meticulously carved on the tomb. “Rest in peace” he chuckled dryly and sadly, pain and fire etched in his eyes as he mumbled the well carved words on the lifeless stone. He waved his head in disappointment, and exhaled softly “Not yet nanny Naomi, not when those murderers are still breathing.” He heaved an odd smile as he tilted his head down before extending his hand in the air and a black hat was handed on to him by one of his men. Fully on his feet, he gulped his saliva and took a last glance at the desolate grave, “Until those murderers are down to the very last of them, you shall have no rest. I will be both God’s sword of justice and vengeance.” Redmond Red swore, his eyes and lips meaning every word that he enunciated while he took a last

“What's your name, young man?” Mr. Charles asked, his gaze hanging on Redmond. “Redmond Red” he answered without hesitation knowing that they won't find anything spectacular on him if they decide to investigate his person. Mr. Charles walked closer to him and with a skeptical look, he asked. “Can you deal with what you have just witnessed? Are you going to take her as your own wife?” “Get on with it Charles! Let's not dilly-dally all day.” Arthur interrupted and matched towards them with grit. His patience has clearly gone thin. He roughly grabs Ruth's hand and turns his gaze on Redmond Red. After rolling his eyes all over him, with a condescending voice, he said, “She is all yours. Come back in five days to get your certificate and your reward.” He hands Ruth to him in a shabby manner. “Congratulations, though I wonder why a man will want to have anything to do with this monster.” He spewed carelessly. Redmond’s muscle tightened up immediately. His gaze was stern while he ha

It is seven days already yet no one from the Teleimans family bothered to know how Ruth was faring. To them, she was better off dead than alive. She has been the reason why the family stocks have plummeted for years. Ruth may have been part of the family but she was never treated like one. Being adopted by the unfavored late James Teleimans’ wife, Tana, didn't help matters either. Grandpa Bruce had two sons, James and Jude in their order of succession. Jude Teleimans was the favoured one while James wasn't, even before his untimely demise. Tana had adopted Ruth since she was her only surviving relative following her mother's death. Tana had only one child, Oliver Teleimans, a Teleimans that was barely treated like one. Oliver and Tana were relegated to the average cost residence behind the main Teleimans' mansion. Oliver and her mother were barely surviving, living off on the monthly wage from the Teleimans business. It was crazy how he had to work his ass off to make

Ruth's eyes were occluded with tears by the time they were out of the family mansion. “Am sorry Red, I can't believe my family will treat you this way.” She cried out, bracing herself on his arm. “You're not to be blamed, dear. You better stop crying lest I join you.” Redmond pleaded, rubbing his palm soothingly on hers. Redmond's playful threat was enough to ease her emotional laden state as she gradually stopped. She wiped the tears off her face before starting again, “But…getting a deal from the Zinont is like having a life sentence. It is just literally impossible for you.” She commented, uncertainty and worries etched in her voice and eyes. “That doesn't mean I shouldn't try, besides you said it yourself, it is literally impossible but not impossible. Hopefully…” “I will go myself.” Ruth's eyes lit up immediately like she had seen some way out from their problem. “I still bear the Teleimans name and have a quite reasonable knowledge about architecture and seali

Early in the morning, Redmond was already out to pick up Ruth to the Zinont Group. On his way, he noticed that he was being followed by an old fashioned cab. In a blink of an eye, he disappeared from the sight of the stalker leaving him dazed and speechless.“Have no one ever told you that it is wrong to spy on people, Denver.” Red’s voice echoed from the window rim, startling the stalker. Denver exhaled lightly, disappointment and guilt etched on his face. “Am sorry sir, but I just can't leave you alone. Allow me to stick around and I promise to remain invisible.” He pleaded, his eyes meaning every word.Denver has obeyed his commander by sending other soldiers back to the barracks, leaving them under the guidance of Leo but he has failed to stay behind. He just couldn't put himself together and allow his General to stay behind, alone.After what seemed like ages, Redmond finally spoke, “Ok, but what's it with the cab?” Denver heaved a big smile, “This is being invisible, sir.” Bot