“I know what cards anyone holds by reading their faces, but Lord Dune Wycliffe was the black mamba that could play on any table, with his cards laid bare on the table, yet, he wins it all, and the loser stands small. Unfortunately for him, his trickery dug his shallow grave.” He lifted the cup to his lips and drank down his last swallow. “Father, you're saying this Estate is rightfully mine?”His mouth flinched immediately his father spat the cup and threw the glass mug against the marble, and shot a glaring stare into his eyes.“Bite your tongue, you silly child of a former drunkard.No one decides what Lord Julius will make of his wealth till death knocks.”Lord Julius rolled his eyes to the side, to meet Kairo, who had been on his knees holding up above his head, a 24-karat gold goblet, filled with expensive wine, stretched to the new owner of the Estate, who emerged soon after the assassination of Lord Roland.The ownership clause for the estate was simple, ‘In case the inevitab

“Who else did the surveillance capture? He is responsible for this atrocity! Relieve his head of his body if you can!” Silence fell on the room as Lord Julius sparked in rage, lifting his weight from the movable 24—year-old made of gold chair onto his feet. His eyes burned with disgust. “For now, we can not label him the perpetrator of the act until proven guilty, Lord Julius.” The Inspector of the Interpol responded, his eyes fixed on the paper, as he was taking notes. The crime scene had been marked ‘out of bounds for unauthorised people’, and the investigators flooded the guard room areas, taking photographs of the deceased, who was at the time passing sticky—white foam from every visible natural opening on his head. “Mr. Kairo, you are a prime suspect until proven innocent.” The inspector said, turning to meet Kairo, who looked unperturbed. Kairo knew it was baseless to make efforts to clear his name at that point. He remained silent, not because he lost his voice, but he

Everyone had settled into the long wooden bench that glistened in the sun's rays from the long windows that let in the light. The hall felt heavy with endless hums like a broken beehive as smartly dressed people kept murmuring words.At the centre of the hall was the defendant, Kairo, standing tall in the Dock, with his hands bound together with cuffs, and his knuckles, white.His eyes rolled to the left wing of the hall to meet a man in his late 50s with his arm crossed to the other shoulder end of a woman who had a teddy in her grip, held closer to her heart like it was her life.From how sober she was with tears falling freely from her eyes, Kairo suspected she was the mother of the 5-year-old girl and a victim of Fedrick's amazing driving skill that had caused an impact on the little girl's lungs, oesophagus and ribcage.‘No one would survive that,’ he thought as he whipped his eyes to the left, but his head steady, to meet Lord Julius, and his wife whom he had only heard countles

The past days have been a pandemic for Kairo who has been taking on random criminal cases to meet up the Hospital bills, his eyes could easily give him away, his face went pale and his body lost its frame as he kept running his eyes from the blood bag to each drip that escaped the bigger volume into the cannula that was carelessly inserted into Mrs Martha’s vein.The hospital bill piled to the skies, prompting the Nurses and Doctors to treat Mrs Martha the exact way Kairo appeared.“Excuse me, Kairo..?”Kairo’s head jolted back to take in what he just heard.“Excuse you?” His brows raised to form an arc in dire surprise, “What happened to how you have been addressing me for the past weeks?”The Nurse rolled her eyes like she wasn't expecting Kairo to cough up a word about what she just said.“Do you think there's anything wrong with how I addressed a man without substance..” The nurse blurted out without any ounce of fear.Kairo's inside burned with an uncontrollable wave of anger and

Kairo drove into the heart of the bustling city that had hummed like anxious bees, driving past skyscrapers and exotic cars, heading towards the bank whose name was boldly embroidered on the black card which he held.“Wait! Where are you going with that piece of chunk?” a hefty 6 feet security personnel stopped Kairo at the gate, denying him entrance.The gate men were well trained to perceive who was rich and who was just another poor thing coming to spread filth at the bank. And Kairo's brandless, rickety-looking vehicle gave him away easily; another filth.Kairo's left door wing windscreen winded down revealing him to the security personnel.“I'm here to see the manager of this bank,” Kairo responded in an icy tone.The personnel's face lighted up with a mocking laughter that reached his eyes.“Stinky audacity!! Stinky one. What makes you think that the manager will have anything doing with a commoner?”Kairo's insides boiled with rage and uncertainty that the card might be fake, n