Dominic had been glancing at his Wristwatch, for the umpteenth time. Worries etched all over his face. He had prepared for this day, to propose to his girlfriend— Evalina, and leave her speechless with a gift he'd prepared— something which everyone thought he shouldn't be able to afford.Four years in the university, Dominic's name was a thing of humiliation, but all the derogatory words and cruel schemes never got to him. He was bigger. Only time was holding him back, and today is the right time to show he wasn't the poorest dude on the campus they thought, not the errand guy who they puppet around. "Heck," Marcus, his best friend lamented in the darkness. "Why's she taking so long to arrive?" "I can't wait to see your babe, man." He grinned, tapping Dominic's shoulder.Dominic had kept his relationship from the world, an idea fostered by Evalina."I don't want the girls prying on my babe. You're an asset too costly to loose." She had said with pride."Chill, Marcus." Dominic who

The call went silent for a heartbeat, Vega Cross hanging in the line for Dominic's declaration.His expression was laced with disapproval. He wondered how words got out so quickly that his secret relationship had fallen through. Thinking about the proposals from angle, a light smirk curled the corner of his lips. This would be fun— Of course. Just a few minutes after his relationship fell through, proposals were flooding him from elite ladies around the world. Evalina didn't know just how much she'd lose.Dominic voice came, sharp and authoritative. "Accept all the requests, Cross," He said. "Keep my identity safe. And dig in, I want to know how my personal affairs got out so quickly."Vega Cross nodded frantically even though Dominic couldn't see him. "Yes, master. I'll make fruitful findings and do as you command." He said with a tone burdened with respect.Dominic nodded curtly. "Good," He said and stood straighter, his mind processing a quick thought. "For the proposals, let's u

*************Marcus' words caught for a splitting second before he gushed. "Yo, it's a fucking Royce Rolls," He screamed. "Outside our hostel!" Dylan dropped off the short hanging mid-air in his hand, his eyes narrowed in disbelief."You must be kidding, Mar," He shook his head in disbelief, walking towards the window nevertheless. His jaw dropped in astonishment. "It— it's a Royce...rolls.. that's money at our door step, but definitely it's not here for us. Some rich rookie on campus. Maybe a polished guest came to see some occupants." Outside was buzzing. Never had a Royce Rolls pull over inside of the school even though the school is more of rich kids. It was spectacular.Gasps rolled over the air, girls squealing in awe, some posing not too close, almost cautious of getting close to the coal black Royce Rolls that gleamed unnaturally under the light, a few guys from kings hostel whispering words like "money on the move"Phones hung mid-air streaming the exotic car.A group

************* Marcus' words caught for a splitting second before he gushed. "Yo, it's a fucking Royce Rolls," He screamed. "Outside our hostel!" Dylan dropped off the short hanging mid-air in his hand, his eyes narrowed in disbelief. "You must be kidding, Mar," He shook his head in disbelief, walking towards the window nevertheless. His jaw dropped in astonishment. "It— it's a Royce...rolls.. that's money at our door step, but definitely it's not here for us. Some rich rookie on campus. Maybe a polished guest came to see some occupants." Outside was buzzing. Never had a Royce Rolls pull over inside of the school even though the school is more of rich kids. It was spectacular. Gasps rolled over the air, girls squealing in awe, some posing not too close, almost cautious of getting close to the coal black Royce Rolls that gleamed unnaturally under the light, a few guys from kings hostel whispering words like "money on the move" Phones hung mid-air streaming the exotic

****************9p.m.The night was heavy with downpour and lightning across the sky. The rain fell fervently, pattering rooftops like it was hell bent on tearing them off. Amos Voss stumbled through the storm, completely drenched in the rainstorm. His cloth clung to his body like a second skin, and the rain harsh droplets bit his skin like thorns.His heart pounded in his chest as the thought about his daughter clawed his chest.What would she be doing?Maybe she would be scooping water out of the rooms. Their roof had corroded a long time, leaving cracks in the roof, and whenever rain falls, the house would become flooded. The landlord refused to repair it and he never refused lavishing their rents on bears and butts.Amos stumbled inside the compound, pushing the rusted gate hard as he rushed in, his feet pounding pooled water mid-air.But he froze a few meters away from the paze, his heart skipping a beat."Rose," He rasped, his eyes flickering to the floor to see their belongi