His wife. His woman. She walked in. She was the icon. The woman with a million dollars net worth which they rumoured about earlier. She walked in, her stride full of style, each step clicking sharply as she swayed regally. She clad...barely clad; Crimson gown that stopped far away from her knee, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her thigh was on full display, neckline dropping too low, deliberately. Revealing too much of what should be close up. Amos's soul vanished. For some moments, he couldn't feel a thing. He couldn't feel his own body as shock transfixed him. The hall buzzed, screaming her name. Male admirers deliberately brushing shoulders with her regardless of the hefty man— bodyguard that escorted her in. Paparazzi hovered around, cameras flashing on her face. The hall screamed her name like her name was a blessing they long awaited. And Lisa. She smiled. Smiled like she was used to everything. Like it had been long she'd been in the business. Wasn't s

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