Badmus wasn't picking up her calls— Sixteen missed calls, yet he didn't return any of her calls right from the time she left the bank. She desperately needed to find out something about her Ex-husband. Had Kane built an asset behind her back during their three years of marriage?! He stumbled into her apartment and tossed her designer bag on the sofa. She strutted into her bedroom, her heels clicking sharply against the marble— The same bedroom she'd once shared with Kane. She stood in the centre of the room scanning everywhere, her arms balanced on her waist. The room felt empty and void. At that moment, the silence shattered loudly like glasses clattering on steel— she felt Kane's absence. Loneliness clawed her heart as the feeling of kane's absence struck her soul. Memories of the sweet and bitter moment in their marriage flooded back in waves. The night he would come home with a carton of pizza and they shared it with kisses. The unforgettable moment he would stay up late at nig

Badmus wasn't picking up her calls— Sixteen missed calls, yet he didn't return any of her calls right from the time she left the bank. She desperately needed to find out something about her Ex-husband. Had Kane built an asset behind her back during their three years of marriage?! He stumbled into her apartment and tossed her designer bag on the sofa. She strutted into her bedroom, her heels clicking sharply against the marble— The same bedroom she'd once shared with Kane. She stood in the centre of the room scanning everywhere, her arms balanced on her waist. The room felt empty and void. At that moment, the silence shattered loudly like glasses clattering on steel— she felt Kane's absence. Loneliness clawed her heart as the feeling of kane's absence struck her soul. Memories of the sweet and bitter moment in their marriage flooded back in waves. The night he would come home with a carton of pizza and they shared it with kisses. The unforgettable moment he would stay up late at nig

Mr. Kenneth dropped the call. “Grandfather is aware of the break up between you and Henry. He called a meeting and we must not miss it.” He said, already standing up, adjusting his suit. “I smell trouble.” Cassandra stood up and grabbed her purse. “Don't worry, Dad. There'll be no trouble.” She said assuringly, but she knew deep down she knew that fire is about to burn on the mountain since it involves the Varnovas family. The Varnovas family had been supporting their family business since she was going to get married to Henry, but things went south at that last minute.Carl dressed in a plain deep ash shirt and black slacks and walked out of his rent. He walked to Mr. Bobby who was outside on the pavement, relaxing his back on a recliner, his radio broadcasting midday news.Carl walked to him. Mr. Bobby sat straighter when he saw him coming, his eyes brightening. The last encounter Carl had with Thompson Montclair, turning down a Mansion worth million grand and gifts had left him s

“Carl?!" Dr. Kessing shot up from his chair, surprised to see Carl. “You...how? I thought it was a 10 year sentence?" He was obviously flustered.Carl smiled and gently closed the door behind.Dr. Kessing quickly stepped out behind his desk.“Please... please have your seat.” He gestured at a chair across his desk— the one Thompson Montclair sat on earlier. “Wow. You look...I mean you look different. Are you sure you were even sent to the prison or restaurant?" He chuckled, his tone light and teasing.“Amnesty came and I was among the lucky ones that got pardoned.” Carl said convincingly, not willing to reveal how he actually got out of the prison to Mr. Kessington.“I just returned to the city this morning and I came over to the office to sort some things out but it seems today is really a good day. I can't believe I'm seeing you, Carl. Is Elira aware that you're back?” He said happily as she sat on his chair again.“You're not aware Elira wants to end our marriage?" Carl was slight

“Carl?!" Dr. Kessing shot up from his chair, surprised to see Carl. “You...how? I thought it was a 10 year sentence?" He was obviously flustered.Carl smiled and gently closed the door behind.Dr. Kessing quickly stepped out behind his desk.“Please... please have your seat.” He gestured at a chair across his desk— the one Thompson Montclair sat on earlier. “Wow. You look...I mean you look different. Are you sure you were even sent to the prison or restaurant?" He chuckled, his tone light and teasing.“Amnesty came and I was among the lucky ones that got pardoned.” Carl said convincingly, not willing to reveal how he actually got out of the prison to Mr. Kessington.“I just returned to the city this morning and I came over to the office to sort some things out but it seems today is really a good day. I can't believe I'm seeing you, Carl. Is Elira aware that you're back?” He said happily as she sat on his chair again.“You're not aware Elira wants to end our marriage?" Carl was slight