The papers were still scattered all over the floor. Blake turned and standing right Behind him was...it was Juliana. The lady from the clothing store who had once looked down on him but he regardless paid for her suit.She held a cup of coffee, the steam curling lazily in her hand. Blake was surprised to see her. He squinted, a small frown between his brows as his brain worked to remember her name but he remembered she didn't tell him her name.The securities bowed deeply to Juliana, the respect unmistakable like she was their boss but she held up her hand is dismissal, glaring at them for the act of unprofessionalism she'd just witnessed.“And is this how you treat clients here?" She began, her voice cold and scolding.One of the securities stepped forward, glanced in Blake's direction with utter distaste. “Ms. Juliana. This man here is not a cl—”Juliana's frown deepened. “And you know a potential client by merely seeing one?” She scoffed. "I see you two are getting tired of your

Blake turned and standing at the door, dressed in a flamboyant gown which had lost it's colour is Priscy. She clutched a long book under her a armpit, hair swept back and her beauty seemed to fill the space. Natural and effortless. No makeup.Blake shifted his eyes to see her hand and resting there is his phone. It had cracked on the screen probably frozen by last night's cold.Blake Walked to her and collected it. “Yeah, thanks,” He said, his heart dropping as he stared at the phone. “It's broken.” His voice came low.“Maybe you'll need this. I figured it out. My old phone but its functioning.” She stretched out another phone.Blake stared at her hand, his heart lifting then to her face as he reached out. “Thanks. It'll come in handy.” He was grateful.Priscy simply smiled at him, adjusting the note. “It's nothing. You need it. Bye.” She walked away.“Bye.” Blake said and watched her go before walking back into the cramped room. He inserted his sim card into the phone.“Shit” He cu

Keith sneered. “Then you'll have me to contend with.” He started, his voice growing louder over the rumble. “This place is a palace now and I am the king in this new kingdom and hell.. I'll never allow a piece of rag like you drag your shit here!” Blake didn't react but he was boiling inside. His fist clenched at his side, droplet rolling down his body.His kingdom? The same place he once lived with his father. It was their palace. Their kingdom and now it was his Kingdom? A cruel joke.Blake looked at the trained guards, inside of their suit were hidden guns which they displayed for him to see.Blake knew Keith is a devil. He never liked him a bit and he won't think twice... maybe he won't even think before ordering his men to shoot him dead.When he turned, he understood. He understood that Walking away is not out of weakness and neither is it out of fear but it is something more...it is respecting ones self, knowing ones worth. He won't stand here and allow Keith, his younger brot

Blake dragged his bag through, laughter followed, cracking with mockery. Mason cursed loudly, Mrs. Smith leaned with explicable indignation twisting on her face, Pa. Walter's arms crossed at the back with a permanent scowl on his face.Jemina dragged her feet out, tears running from her eyes. Blake was leaving. Where would he stay. He's going to be homeless. The man he loves is going to be on the street. What if he gets hurt by street urchins. Though it didn't align with her, seeing her husband working his ass off for the family and everyone pouring saliva on him. Literarily. But seeing Blake around in the house was far better. Now he's walking away, casted out by her family.She clutched her mother's arm, pulling it and crying with desperation laced in her voice.“Mum..please..beg Grandpa. Please let him stay.. Please..” Her voice cracked with pain.But Mrs. Smith, arms crossed on her bosom, hardened her heart like gravel. She didn't blink, like a mannequin and her daughter's plea

Murmuring buzzed as though bees flooded the room.“Blake. The useless son-in-law is proving to have some thick balls these past few days.” Someone whispered.“How dare he talk to Grandpa like that!”“Fuck! Did he know how ruthless the Kenneth family is? A top-tiered family in the city!”“Death wish! If only they'd even allow a filthy man like him knee on their expensive floor. He's way more worthless than their dog! A stain of sheet in their ass!"Blake heard everything. Each condescending assertion a fatal blow in the gut but he weaved the punch back quietly, keeping his expression hard and his decision resolute like the words were mere breeze whooshing past his ear. Never is he going to knee at any man's feet! Enough!Mason, the sly parrot who would always seize any slight chance to strike him stepped forward like the king bee in their midst.“Are you firing back at Grandpa now? ” He began, voice sharp like a razor, with a knowing edge as though he knew the Biography of his whole