All Chapters of AMOS VOSS, RETURN OF THE TITAN : Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
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Crack in the trust(celebrity whore)
"Heck," Amos Voss rasped, taking one step away from the desk of the director in shock. "I'm withdrawing. I'm not interested in the job." Yesterday, he'd received a message. Video shoot. Good pay. Stellar entertainment. His heart raced with joy, replying to the message immediately to begin the job the next day. Maybe things were finally starting to get better for him. Stellar entertainment is no small entertainment industry in Silvergate city. They're enormous, their operation cutting across different nations. Amos had one day wished he had the chance to walk into the building one day to show his flair in shooting camera machines. And here was the golden opportunity which would change his life— in a way he never expected. "Ten thousand dollars," Director jack had earlier said before his outburst. "Just three minutes shoot and it's over. Whatcha say?" Amos's heart leaped in joy. Whatcha say? He needed not to second guess. Its a choice. Not option. 3 minutes. $10,000 gra
Cold betrayal
His wife. The woman who he married for seven years. She walked in. She was the dirty star. The celebrated celebrity with net worth that cost millions. She walked inside stellar like she owned the place, her stride slow, graceful, almost arrogant. She clad..No, barely covered; Short crimson gown that stopped before her knee, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her neckline curved too low— deliberately, styled. Amos's world toppled. For what seemed like a heartbeat, his surrounding faded, his vision narrowing on her. The hall hailed her name. And she actually smiled. Like she was used to it. Behind her was her bodyguard, pushing back the crowd. Cameras flashed on her face. The hall screamed her name like she is as a blessing they'd long expected. Wasn't she the same woman..his wife who had spoken about commitment and decency? He blinked once. Then twice. As though he was seeing the impossible transform into reality. Rose, their smart six year old daughter. W
When the star comes home
"Dad," Her voice came— low and innocent, like a quiet thunder in a storm, shattering something inside of Amos. Rose's expression lifted seeing her father. A gentle and warm smile crossed her face as she pushed herself up, but she paused, squinting eyes on the bottle in his hand which Amos tried to push behind his back but it was too late. "Dad," Her voice came quietly, almost disbelief. "When did you start drinking?" Amos jaw loosened. The question hit harder than any object. He'd been a role model to his daughter, but here he was, sipping alcoholic for a betrayal that still burns. Amos forced a crooked smile and gently walked up to her. He set the bottle aside on a table and Crouched before her. He smiled, taking her hands. "Do you remember what dad told you about the one take of alcohol?" Rose nodded gently, saying. "It kills every human sense of humor and makes people act like they've lost it....." She continued smartly, her tiny voice raised a bit now. "...And it con
Smart Rose, hard trait
Lisa's laughter rang sharp like thunder slicing through the room. She threw her hair back, diamond earring glinting in arrogance and mockery. "You think you call the shot here, Huh," She sneered, rolling eyes on Amos. "You think you're the man now because you know stuff I kept away, and because of that you think you can scare some shit out of me? Divorce?" She waved at the paper like it was trash, her laughter drifting across like spear. "You think this entire thing mean something to me? marriage?" She gestured at the minimalist apartment vaguely. "I never loved you Amos," She just said it. Like it just dropped. Like she had been holding back the explosion all along. Amos felt as though a knife had just twisted his gut. The woman he'd devoted all his life to, loving for seven years of his life. He thought they were on a good note, but this was more horrible than a bad note. She'd never loved him. "I thought together we could build something together, but everything is illusi
Rose in the storm
9. P.m The rain was dropping so heavy, pattering against rooftops, slamming loose windows hard. Amos stumbled into the yard, his cloth drenched, soggy, clinging to his form like a second wrinkled skin. The cold and drops were harsh, biting the skin like nails. Yet the only thing Amos could think of as he trudged through the storm was her sweet little daughter, Rose. He stumbled into the yard, pushing the rusted gate with desperate force that the joints groaned as though pained.The ground of the tenement pooled with puddles, splashing mid-air on Amos' trouser as he pushed through the storm to his apartment. He froze, pausing mid-steps on seeing a figure in front of his apartment. His heart sank shit."Rose," He rasped, his voice trembling with despair. He dashed to her on the pavement. Rose was outside, in the harsh unsafe night, standing on the porch with her school bag and lunch box clattered to the floor like wastes. The rain drifted to her side, soaking her school unifor
Lisa blowing clout
Silence settled in the apartment of Bobo flex like dust settling after the storm but the tension was just rising.Bobo Flex gaze burned on Amos. Dauntless shit. No guilt. No remorse. Just unfiltered hatred and anger that reddened his cheek.Still on her seat but boiling, Madam Janet's eyes burned on Amos like ember— smoking hatred and disgust.She stood up in the silence and sneered. "You, Amos, you have the guts to talk about who's a father, " Mock Sarcastic dripped in her tone. "You're speaking smart for a man who shouldn't even be called a man talk less of being a father..." A paused after the blow.Her finger waved at Rose like he was a filth. "Now take a look at her," She said. "You're making a hapless girl suffer because of your poor life. Should a man like you even have that gut to have an erection, and not to talk about you c*ming to bring her into your messy world. " Amos's expression faltered slightly, the words hitting him harder than any blow. He wasn't man enough? Th
Rose, taken after the storm.
10p.m. The rain was still relentless. Amos stood on Bobo flex pavement, the droplets drifting on him like whips. But nothing hurts now. Poor Rose. She nestled on his father's shoulder, his skin pale and stiff as a ghost, shivering feverishly in the harsh cold. The cruel realization that Lisa was the one behind their evacuation shows just how deep her hatred for them had deepened. Even if she detested him, having seen him as a worthless husband who doesn't deserve her, what about Rose? What was the innocent girl's offense? Wasn't she the same kid she harboured in her belly for nine months? She was her kin, her blood. Blood is thicker than water they say, but Lisa had pooled the bank with venom, turning blood into poison. adulterated. Toxic. Rose is nothing to her but a cruel regret.She'd spilled the words without any ounce of hesitation or guilt. Lisa had flashed her clout— to tell Amos— 'you're nothing without me.' Maybe Amos was going to swallow his shame and come
The master is home!
Beep. beep. beep... The continuous beeping sound rippled though the otherwise quiet room. The wall was painted white, the temperature cool and cozy, making the ambience a mix of wealth, and a room of survival. At the corner of the room is a bed with a man laid face up, seemingly unconscious in a white hospital wear. An IV tube snaked to his arm, passing in blood into his body. His right leg was wrapped with a bandage. Clean and professional. Amos Voss. Amos' finger twitched at the side, then his eyes gently fluttered open. He squeezed his eyes shut against the harsh ray of the roof light. Again, he opened his eyes, recovering his sight to see a white roof. The smell of antiseptic hit his nose, sharp.His eyes narrowed in confusion. This... The roof was too clean to belong to Bobo flex cramped apartment. Was this heaven? And the smell in the air was sharp sterile. It wasn't the usual smell of dust and smoke. "Where am I?" He mumbled, his thoughts spiralling. Amos pushed him
King of South Montelara.
Benjamin swallowed hard. Director Jack's words were concise— Clean threat wrapped under deal and promise— Betray the job and I'll have your head for it. A slight smile tugged at the corner of Benjamin's lips. This was him— What he knew how to do best. Benjamin is a pervert. The kind of man that changes woman every day with no special stings attached. The same reason he got tanked in prison after three years ago was because he banged a woman till she lost her damn breath on the bed. A s*xual machine, born Casanova. Regardless of his dry bank account, he was a woman charmer with his handsome appearance and perfect posture. Sigh. Truly, which woman won't fall for Benjamin Vic. Even men drooled over him. And frankly, it'll be hard, almost impossible for a hard hearted crook like Benjamin to fall in love. Love is shit to him! And he was going to get paid for something he knew just how to do best. Benjamin's smile was sharp now— a glass cutting grin that spoke of confiden
The Queen's empire
It was the kind of place she'd always dreamed of— The kind of place that snatches the breath and holds it. It was the empire she built far away from her husband... ex-husband with her dirty secret.The parlour, high roof, important from foshan looks like a grand place ripped out of a magazine. Furniture that screams expensive taste settled on the glimmering floor like they were beaconing on the queen to sit upon. Tiny pieces of crystal from the empire chandelier scattered light on the floor.But the queen, the star. She was inside her room. She just stepped out of the bathroom, stark naked, steam curling into the air from her body. Her hair dripped to the floor after the morning bath. Even, her room looks like some sort of mini-empire— A gigantic bed that looks like a throne sat at a corner, contrasting the threadbare nonsense she'd been managing with Amos in the cramped apartment.At another corner is a polished wardrobe harbouring clothes that could pay ten times her former rents