All Chapters of FROM GRIT TO GRAND: A BILLIONAIRE IN GUISE: Chapter 11
- Chapter 13
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YOUNG MASTER LANGSTON
The air was thick with tension. Laughters died down, cold and sharply like everyone had just witnessed a phantom make an appearance during the bright hour of the day.The door of the cars swung open like birdwings and bodyguards in crisp black suits poured out from the car. They look heavy, like they were carved from concrete, Black aviator sunglasses seated on permanent scowl, black gloves and black boots that could crush bones to shafts. It was very easy to say these men were trained body guards from the way they moved with a deadly aura. Another man stepped out, white suit, crisp, catching the light like fire. He had no glasses on his face but his eyes were dark with something eerie like a ghost awakened in the midst of a gusts.His gaze swept across the compound. Immediately it landed on Elijah, he smiled, a faint smile— Recognition. Then he moved, the securities trailing behind like him like shadows, their boots pounding the floor that Mr. Bobby felt he body convulsing where h
Last Updated : 2025-08-01
RIDING IN SILENCE
The ride was silent, engine purring with quiet growl, the Aston's cooling system hummed, mixing with the soft jazz from the Stereo, but tension still hung in the air, it surrounded Martha like second skin.She couldn't relax into the plush leather seat, confusion still clawed her heart. Her eyes shifted from Elijah to the front seat; Two bodyguards, one handled the steering wheel. Then, her gaze shifted to the rearview mirror. The glass was tinted but she could see the outline of the cars following behind. What is all this about? What is happening? Her son, Elijah? Is he in some kind of cultic group? He's mingling with Bad Gangs?She swallowed, her mind reeling. “Elijah,” Her voice was barely up to whispers, gauged, like she was cautious about her new surroundings, her gown wrinkling, dirt from the earlier drag still clinging to the fabrics. “Who..who are these men? What is going on, Son? You're mingling with Bad guys? And where the heck are we going?!”Elijah turned to her, smirking
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PRESIDENTIAL SUIT
“What the heck is going on here?" A commanding voice split through the din. The buzz dimmed, heads turned to see Mrs. Keith, the manager of the Sovereign Gold clicking forward on black heels. She strutted in like a war commander, her grey suit and pant held a crease like razorblade and a smart phone was held in her hand like a gun.She heard it, staffs calls her Bullet due to how smart and direct she was speak and act. She condones no nonsense!Mr. Keith stopped, eyes flickering from the receptionist to the assistant receptionist, then to Elijah. A wide smile broke over her face but it was immediately cut off by Dickson.His finger jabbed in the air. “Mrs. Keith, this beggar waltzed in here, claiming he is Lanst—”Mrs. Keith's eyes popped wide, almost breaking outta the socket. She didn't give him the chance to land before she landed like a whip on his face.Dickson saw it in a blurr... five manicured fingers, split dangerously through the air. Before he could blink, it crashed again
Last Updated : 2025-08-02