“You're fired!!” A man barked at Kane, throwing him a sack letter. The man is Badmus Kenneth, the manager of Globulex Bank. Kane froze. His eyes shifted from the manger, down to the paper on the floor. He picked it and straightened up, looking at the manager with eyes widened with surprise and shock. “Sack letter? But what have I done to deserve this?" Kane asked, his eyes narrowed on the manager. Badmus scoffed, his expression cold and distant. "Are you questioning my authority?!” He snapped, eyes dark with rage. "Get the hell out of my office you riffraff!" Kane couldn't comprehend a thing. Earlier, the manager had sent his personal assistant to call him only to meet this. He was getting fired without being told the reason. Kane suffered to get that job despite having graduated from one of the best universities in the city with outstanding grades. For 2 years, he carried the job like an egg, working diligently and desperately to secure a promotion but this happened– gett

Kane stood frozen at the door like a pile of chicken in a freezer. His body was shaking to the sight that was unfolding before him. It looks like one of those p*rn vids that he accidentally saw on his boss or ex-boss phone. But this wasn't a video. It was reality staring at him like a movie. Under the soft light glowing on their matrimonial bed was his wife, Juliana stark naked. Not alone. She was under a man, moaning out loudly. The way the beds was bouncing as the man was diving in and out of her was something Kane couldn't put down. Reckless, deep and raw. Something she had never done for him before. Not even once. On the pristine floor of the room scattered her underwear. Juliana had told him once they build things up better and become more comfortable, then they can start thinking of exploring their sexual life. But there she is, entangled with another man, hands wrapped around his waist like a jelly fish. The customized box of Necklace he was carrying suddenly weighe

Mr. Bobby, the chief of police swung the door open forcefully. No one knew if he kicked the door or it was his hand that pushed it because the sheer force with which the door slammed against the wall could wake a ghost. He entered, his breathing erratic and shallow like a person who was chased in by a ghost.Frank's hand was still raised in the air to smack Kane.“Are you mad?!! Do you know who he is?!" Mr. Bobby didn't give Frank a warning before his hand swung in the air with a sheer momentum.Dropping it, it connected with Frank's jaw.Parr!!The slap echoed. Frank stumbled backward. His face flushed red and five finger prints– fresh and red marred his faces. He held his swollen face, panicking.The chief of police hardly comes to the station. He only comes around once in a month so seeing him enter the station urgently got Frank worried and scared.Mr. Bobby rushed to Kane like someone under a quiet command which he dares not disobey.He forced a bitter smile. As he stood before

“As narrated by your father, your mother was killed by unknown men and that same night, you were kidnapped too.” He began calmly, the room filled with the emotions of the sad narration.“Your father was just an ordinary man then. He searched for you. Medias, posters, banners but you weren't found. No news. No words. Nothing about you. you were just an infant. A year old. Kidnapped on a cold night.”The room was quieter, kane Listened with rapt attention.“But despite all hopes of finding you shattered, your father never stopped praying for you to be safe wherever you are. He believes you're alive and you're strong because your mother delivered you at the hospital with ease so with that, he knew you're going to survive.Every day, he search for you, he cried for not being able to protect you.” James voice dropped slightly before he paused, allowing his words to sink in the silence.Kane blinked. His fist clenched at his side as his heart tightened with pain. He could only imagine the

The Audi A6 eased through the buzzing street. Kane handled the steering wheel effortlessly, his finger tapping on it gently as a soft hip hop music emanates from the stereo of the car. He nods his head gently to the beat of the music, tapping his finger to the rhythm.Gently, swerved the steering wheel and the car pulled over at the side, along the curb. The engine cut out with a low grumble.He stepped down from the car and locked it with the remote. A soft beeping sound came from the car, attracting quiet attention.Despite taking the less expensive cars in his garage, people stopped and stared in admiration.What if he had taken the Maybach gls 680? Or the Royce Rolls spectre. Or one of those expensive cars in the garage that could steal the Breathe. Cameras would be hovering around.With hands in his casually resting in his pocket, he strode into Neura Tech, one of the most sorted phones and accessories stores in the city which belongs to his father..now to him.The opulence gree