A goddess on the bed.Carl froze immediately he stepped out of the bathroom, water dripping from his body all over the floor like a spilling fountain.His eyes squinted to the corner of the room, to the bed which was earlier empty. Just the velvet blank sheet covering the bed but now, a woman was sprawling on that bed, drifting into slumber as though not just the room but also the whole of Mufi hotel belongs to her.Carl swallowed, his thoughts spinning, wondering... wondering how.......his eyes spun to the door. It was slightly ajar. Then to the woman. She must have sneaked into the room while he was away, taking his bath.With a swirling thought, Carl walked to the door, each step calculated and almost cautious as though he wanted to catch a thief unaware.Gently, he pushed the door and it shut with a faint thud.Before he could turn, an arm wrapped his bare chest like octopus whipping it's prey. It was tender, soft and warm. A warm sensational feeling pulsed through Carl's body a

Cassandra's head snapped to Carl, eyes narrowing on him as though he had heard him blurted a curse.She scuffed back, heels stabbing the terracotta flood like a countdown.A small frown formed between her brows as she asked. “What did you just say? Carl simply tossed the cheque on the bed like it was an insignificant piece. Cassandra's frown deepened, seeing his non-chalant behavior when she'd given him $2 million dollars! It's huge. To her. But she didn't know. Didn't know who the identity of the man standing before her.She'd seen him as ordinary but he's more. Carl said, “You heard me. You think $2 million dollars is a high rise?” His was was laced with amusement.Cassandra's frown deepened. She took another step closer, her stare sharp like a dagger but Carl wasn't intimidated a bit.“Listen, I don't know who you think you are but $2 million dollars? It's a life changing money which I'm sure you can't get in 10 years time..even for a lifetime Maybe.” She said.Carl watched he

It was similar to a gas blasting out from a gas containment. Carl gently pushed Cassandra to the sides and a slap, thunderous and deafening slammed in his face.Everyone gasped.A deaf man who standing in front of a store turned like he has just regained his hearing sense.Henry head snapped to the side, he staggered like a drunkard, nearly crushed by a speeding car and he collapsed into his car, damaging it further.Blood spilled from his mouth and two of his teeth was been driven out of his mouth by the slap. He panicked, seeing blood dripping to his suit. Cassandra looked at Carl in surprise, wondering if he had just stuck Henry's face with an iron because even the five finger prints were plump on his face like ethnic mark. It flush red.She'd thought this man was just an ordinary cleaner but what she'd just witnessed couldn't be done by an extraordinary man.Her grandfather had always told her only powerful men do powerful things.And Carl simply brushed invisible dust off his

Carl walked inside. He stood at the extreme of the hall, in the sea of tailored suits and glowing gowns. Murmurs of Detests surrounded him, like his presence had poured salt in their wine but didn't look at them. He settled at the back, the box of fortune resting on his lap. His eyes locked on Elira. He smiled, drinking in her gorgeous appearance. She retained that beauty that always makes his heart flutter and fluctuates.Elira grabbed the microphone and the hall hushed, the hums of conversations dimmed and the clinking of glasses halted.“Welcome, welcome to a night of win. A night of jubilation. This is more than a celebration. It is a dream coming true,” He voice soared, the stage light bathing her like halo. She clicked forward. “This night is not just about me. It is about you. About everyone here who had supported Kessing Enterprise. I couldn't have done it alone and I'm grateful you supported a small girl. Welcome. And happy birthday to me.” She smiled at her own statement.Th

“It was Elira Kessington.”Cassandra leaned forward, her finger stopped tapping and her head lifted, eyes flashed with shock.“You mean my old time friend was the one who murdered Alex Maranzano?" Klass nodded, eyes sharp like a bullet. “She was drunk from a night party and she crashed into Alex but It was Carl who took charge of the crime maybe because he doesn't want his wife in prison.”Cassandra lifted a single sculpted brow “They're married?”“Something close to divorce. Carl was betrayed by Elira .” Klass tapped on the screen again and stretched the Tab to her boss.Cassandra collected it and watched. Displayed on the screen was the video from yesterday's birthday party at Kessings ballroom.How Carl was humiliated in front of everyone and what Cassandra saw again made her stomach churn.Henry.That scumbag. Barely 24 hrs after their marriage arrangements fell apart, he had proposed to another woman, her old time friend. Elira Kessington.And she'd discarded the man who took