CHAPTER TWENTY-TWORoseline couldn't tell what emotion she felt. Whether it was anger or confusion or both. She had to wonder to decipher.Things lately were happening in a blink. She could barely process one emotion before another occurred; one situation before a worse one appeared.She was forever kept on toes and didn't know what to do with herself.Just when she had concluded that she had a good grasp of her emotions and what she wanted, this happened.Just when she had finalized the thought of being in love with David but not ready to kill her rival, this temptation had placed itself.How had Sandra crept her way naked into his house? Or had she been made naked by his very hands?The swell of emotions burst her brain. To think that she had already reconsidered the murder. She had given some thoughts to letting them both go and sacrificing herself. But things were going back to the way they were.She still felt a burning fury and jealousy towards Sandra and a mountain of love tow

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR.The wedding happened very quickly, too quick for David to have the chance to understand.He couldn't even explain the situation to anyone if they cared to ask because he could not even see clearly.For all he could remember was him being led—dragged to the church and to court. He could faintly recall signing a few documents. But that was all.Every other thing had melted into space.Barely three months passed since his divorce before he had been tied to yet another woman.He wasn't complaining, not that he could even if he wanted to. The deed had been done. There was no going back whatsoever.So he chose the good part to look at. The marriage was a good idea; he couldn't doubt that. It was the best of every match needed to get work done quickly.He only had faint problems about the hurriedness of it that nagged through his chest.For one, he couldn't wrap his head round the urgency in Sandra's dad's voice. It sounded so much like he had a lot to gain in the matri

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX“Your Excellency, what brings you visiting?” David walked into Roseline's office with a confidence that his heart didn't share in, leaving all respect to rest at the balcony. There was simply no time for that. There was no time for pleasantries nor fake wishes and bows that he knew will never please Mr. President.If anything, he knows what could bring the president out of the comfort of his office and him to a place owned by a wife of his subordinate.His heart was beating too fast for him to remember anything as paltry as respect.“Won't you give me a seat?” The president's playful nature did not disappear; Roseline was grateful for that.“Please, sir, have a seat.” Roseline motioned to the sofa which bore a resemblance to her dad's. He had decorated the room as fit his authoritarian nature. But it was of no use. Roseline barely needed to use the office.She had other offices where all deals and tasks could be carried out.So staying in a white room was manageab

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHTDavid sat with his chin in his right palm, his pajamas loose around the wrist but firm at the elbow area.His eyes reflected the red in blood, puffy like buns and dark as clay. His head ached; the position helped reduce that ache.Sunrise met him in the same position, motionless, staring into space.Life had happened to him. Thankfully Roseline and he had not yet taken their marriage seriously. They were at liberty to be wherever they wanted. He had not complained although he was surprised.It didn't show the love he thought Roseline had for him. She had always been all over him. But now, she seemed very distant.She barely met his eyes nor looked lovingly at his direction. The looks she gave him were usually looks of calculation and sometimes, regret.They had not even had sex yet. The closest they had been to sex, was the evening Sandra's madness had reached its peak; the evening she appeared naked as a hairless cat and Roseline had to go naked to send her away

CHAPTER THIRTY.“Your time is up,” Mr. Denver’s voice was barely above a whisper, laced with weakness that David doubted could show on his face.He swallowed hard. He could hear but could not see. But he didn't need to see to know who was speaking. He had seen him through the peephole. Common sense should have warned him of the strangeness of the visit. But he had smiled it off; glad to see him.He now wondered painfully, what about Mr. Denver's presence could ever cause him to smile?Bitterness swelled in his throat, spreading to his tongue. His chest compressed. He struggled to breath as the enormousness of his stupidity fell on him.He was the dumbest secret agent to ever live. He was for real, the worst. How could he have been so vulnerable? The thought sliced through him with embarrassment. He preferred his face covered. He didn't want to see any emotion play out on the man's face nor did he wish to be seen.“Didn't you hear me?” The voice rose. “I said, your time is up.” His