A goddess on the bed. Carl froze immediately when he stepped out of the bathroom, water still dripping from his body to the floor. He squinted to the corner of the room, to the bed which was earlier empty just before he walked into the bathroom but now occupied by a woman. Carl swallowed hard. His thoughts spun, wondering how the woman got into his room. His gaze went to the door. It was widely open which means the woman had walked in while he was away. Wrong room. Carl walked to the door gently and closed it, barely making a sound. Turning, a cold hand wrapped around his body like an octopus whip, her body pressed against his chest. Hot breath grazed Carl's bare skin. Carl jerked slightly, electric current passing through his body from the contact. It was the woman. Carl's breath hitched. His eyes widened. He Attempted to pull her away from his body. “Madam, you're in the wrong room..you need to leave no..." "No wrong room..Hahaha.." She laughed loudly, the laughter

Carl Stared at the $2 million cheque without much interest like it wasn't really worth anything, then folded it neatly and shoved it down his pocket. "I'll find her later and return the money." He said and pulled his clothes, stepped into the bathroom for a shower. Today is a special day in his life so he should look at least, neat. He's finally going to see his wife again, the woman prison took away from him for ten years. The warm water washed over his body, steam bellowing into the air, filling the small space. His body was marred with Scars, each one a reminder of the tough life he survived in the prison. He tilted his back slightly, his palm pressed against the cold glass, allowing the water to cascade down his body. Memories from ten years ago resurfaced in his mind with clarity. He was just an ordinary man, the husband of a woman from a prestigious family in the city, Elira Kensington, but everything changed after Elira stumbled in one night with Blood all over her coat,

Henry backward away in fear after his protections bailed on him. He pulled out a switch Blade from his jacket and pointed it at Carl with hands trembling in fear. "Don't.. don't come near me or I'll kill you.." His voice cracked. He swung the Blade unskillfully, to threaten Carl into retreat but Carl didn't stop, advancing towards him till his back hit the Car. "I said get the fuck away from me!!" Henry screamed louder, saliva flying from his mouth. His voice was a mix of desperation and fear. Seeing that Carl refused to stop, he swung the Blade at him. Carl caught his wrist mid-swing and knocked the blade from his grip. The metal clattered on the tarmac. Carl's finger clamped around his neck like vice, he lifted him Cleanly from the ground with one hand without even breathing hard. Henry's airflow cut off immediately from his throat. His eyes widened in horror as breathing became difficult. His legs flailed in the air in a desperate attempt to break free from his grip. He grip

Carl stood at the far end of the hall where dark shade cast, where no one noticed him yet, the box containing the necklace was in his hand to deliver to the woman he'd anticipated to see through the years in the prison. He narrowed his eyes to the front, to Elira standing in the halo on the stage, stunning as a woman ripped out of a magazine. It's been ten years and yet her beauty was still maintained, still elegant the way he knew her before he walked behind bars. Carl's heart raced, filled with anticipation. A genuine smile caught the corner of her lips. He didn't sit. He just stood at the end, staring at her till she began her speech. The hall fell into silence, allowing her voice to Carry across audibly. "Thank you everyone, thank you for honoring me with your presence because it really mattered to me a lot." She said eloquently. "It is a double win. A new age and the 7th year anniversary of Kensington Corporation operating smoothly. Without everyone of your efforts, it cou

Cassandra leaned over the desk, her eyes stayed sharp and curious on her assistant. "Yes, Boss." Chloe, her assistant responded sharply liked she'd done this over and over again. She continued without asking. "His name— Carl Blackthorn. An ex-convict.." She said, and Cassandra cut through her words immediately. "Ex-con?" She raised a brow, obviously stunned at the realization. "What was his crime?" She was genuinely curious. "You won't believe it, Ms. Cassandra that this man is your sister's ex-husband and the reason he went to prison was because of your sister. Convicted For ten years for the murder of Henry Vernovas." Cassandra didn't speak immediately. Her leadership mind was calculating fast, his finger tapping on the table gently. "So, Elira wanted Carl gone from her life so she can marry Henry. Typical of her." She nodded, not really surprised Elira could perpetrate something like that. "It's clear to me he married Henry because he's from a rich family but why will he rui