“I… um.. I am fine,” Annabel drawled as she smacked her lips and brightened up. She placed her hand on Ethan’s shoulders and locked gaze with him. “I am just overwhelmed by the baby items. This is my first time experiencing this,” she pointed at the items.Ethan stroked her hair, and wanted to speak when a Lamborghini pulled up and interrupted them. George alighted with so much excitement hanging in his face.He greeted them with a bow and raised a thick brow at the baby items. “This is great. Are we expecting the baby now?” His gaze fell on Annabel’s belly.“No, no,” Ethan cautioned him. “If you say baby, it is an understatement. I would suggest you say babies because my wife is going to give me sextuplets.”They burst into an appreciative laugh, leaving Annabel with a cold smile that dilated her eyes. She kept her cool and wouldn’t want to get involved in their discussion because of the churning of guilt in her mind now.“Yeah, about my twin babies,” he took out some documents and s

Ella fixed the date and squeezed into her best dress and make up. She was going to have the best date of her life. She couldn’t believe George approved their date.At least she could still lay hold on some cash so she dashed out to host the date at the cocktail café down town.The cocktail café would befit George’s status, and she had already paid for a VIP reception that would appease George; she had vowed to spend on him now and not the other way round.Hopefully, her decision would charm him.When she phoned George to remind him of their date, he didn’t pick up so she dropped a voice message.She got to the café, took a spot at the VIP, settled in their reception and fixed her eyes on the entrance on the lookout for George who would arrive any moment.Hours dripped by and everyone had vacated the cocktail save Ella who was seething now. She began to pace up and down, phoning George and not getting any response. She sent a few more voice messages but didn’t get any response.“Excuse

“I have invited my friends and associates for the wedding and you can be rest assured that your wedding is going to be the talk of the town. Some of them are of the belief that since it is taking place at the prestigious Beverly Hotels then your husband must be rich.”Shan’s father spoke form the shelf where he poured coffee, and didn’t take time to study his daughter’s face.Meanwhile Shan had been tossing her chin away from his sight, avoiding the red scar on her chin to be seen.She had thought of wearing a huge make up to shield the scar. But then the idea had come late, and right now she wished she could keep hiding until she returned home.Her father had invited her over for some briefing and she wondered what it was all about.“Dad I just wish the reception wouldn’t take place at the Beverly Hotel,” she intoned, her chin still trembling between shock and pain, “We just discovered something.”Her father’s eyes brimmed with anxiety as she neared her and dropped a cup by her side;

Shan’s father was placed under arrest for two days, and to make matters worse Coleman made it compulsory that he would sign an undertaking and must provide a guarantor worthy of repute. His guarantor would be an elite who had at least two running groups worth five billion dollars.Although Shan knew her father couldn’t meet the bailing terms, she never protested on his behalf. Rather, to get on the good book of Coleman, she took sides with him and was ready to watch her father suffer.When Coleman and Shan were invited to the station, Coleman threatened to send him to jail if he didn’t meet the bailing terms.Shan’s father kept his cool; he never uttered a word. He had contacted an elite and didn’t stop praying for his credible guarantor to show up.“What are we waiting for?” Coleman barked at the station, “Listen officer, I am a busy man. You can’t keep me all day in the station, all in the name of waiting for a fellow that will never show up.”Shan sighed. “Please, darling I sugges

“Oh god, what sort of elevation is this? How can Ethan own Beverly Hotel now? That pussy boy keeps getting higher while I get lower. He keeps appearing in my life to dominate,” Jack thought as he stood outside stroking his hair and puffing hard.Ever since he left Ocean View Estate and sacked himself, from Ethan Group, he had found a spot on the street, a garage where he often perched and planned his next moves.When he cast a glance at the mirror on the wall, his image sprang up, and his thin face and dried eyes was a mirror of his horrible situation. His belly ground of hunger and jaw sagged with ruin and pain.“This can’t be Jack Nathan!” he rubbed his eyes, yet reality still struck, “One hundred thousand, a Rolls Royce and a flat all in my name,” Ethan’s voice beamed in his mind, and a cold shivering drifted from his belly to his fingers. He tossed his head in rejection. “No!”He clicked his fingers in pride. “I will never work for that motherfucker. Instead he will work for me.”