It felt as though the air just got punched out of her lung. Her last hope shattered like glasses, tears stung her eyes, spilling down like raindrops.She trembled vigorously like the fabrications had electrocuted her.Her lips parted to say something but nothing came forth— just air.She opened her mouth to speak again but her voice trembled in her throat, cracking out like her throat had turned grimy.“I...I didn't..”Jane snapped.Her hand drove through the air with dangerous energy, manicured nails moving in a blurr.She hated Betty!Hated the glaring fact that she was beautiful. She's a bitter sweet enemy— an imposter.She's Bittered that Betty outshines her.And why she was acting all crazy was because she wasn't picked as the first runner up in the first audition. She won third, missing her chance to cast in as the main actress on a movie set.The directors said they needed someone naturally beautiful. Wasn't she beautiful enough?Betty was picked for the role.She had boasted

“What's that?” Benjamin Finns asked, stepping back.The man, black gloved, held out a long bullet— pointed and seemingly deadly.Benjamin collected the bullet and observed it closely. Stone, his wingman stood beside him, gallant as a rock.Benjamin noticed the engraving on the copper bullet: 'EV 408 Cheytac'His eyes brightened, surprise and disbelief flashing.“Who we're up against is not an ordinary person.” He started thoughtfully, shaking the bullet gently. “This bullet is a custom-made, Cheytac M200 invention sniper. The deadliest inventions of snipers that can cover maximum range over 2000m.” Benjamin looked around the warehouse. “The shooter is a groomed killer. A deadly one.” He said.Stone looked at the bullet. “But what business can the person have with the girl?”Benjamin dropped his hand to the side, his eyes thoughtful. His jaw tightened as he stated presumptuously. "I have a lot of enemies, and soon I'll eliminate them all.” He turned to Stone. “I want you to continue

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

******Badmus was lost for words, completely caught up in the moment. Then suddenly, he found his voice."I'm unaware of this report." He started. " Mr. Kane here is the one in charge of the report analysis as the assistant manager, and he had been the one managing the company's affairs. I'm blind to the report." He spat venom with a faint wicked grin.Kane was surprised by the heavy accusations. The same man who fired him had just casted blames on him. How amusing and cruel.James's expression dropped, his eyes flashing with a mix of shock and confusion. He glanced at Kane who smiled at him faintly.Mr. Richard looked at Kane with wide eyes, his emotion conflicting between disappointment and disbelief. Kane was his star staff. Clients had always given positive remark about him. How could he have changed from being best to worse. Kane's surprising expression dissolved quickly to a firm and unreadable expression.James quickly cleared his throat. " You mean Mr. Kane here was the one i

"That's the problem with you, Kane. You think you matter, Huh? You're still a nobody. What's changed about you is absolutely suit. Rag to facade! Don't think you're glorious because you're shining now." He hissed, his voice laced with condescension. The Teller hall buzzed, patrons laughing their lungs out like it was all entertainment, phone hanging mid-air like weapons to spread claudron on the medias and drive fans.Kane didn't shout. He just stood with an eerie calmness, hands jammed in his pants pocket like a man holding down a gun.Vince's eyes carried annoyance that can breaks iron. "Securities!" He barked, his voice tearing across like thunder.Boots crunched the marble, the crowd parting like water as two Securities scrambled to the scene, Baton clutched for destruction."Search him!" Vince finger snapped at Kane. "You're all dead if you dare take a step." Kane's voice came dangerously low, sword piercing through storm. Enough of the circus! It was time to show his crimson s