For a moment I still couldn't believe what was happening. Things were going just fine. The way I had wanted things but now, it felt like I don't have a grip over what was happening because everything was happening so fast. For a second, the world narrowed into a single point—the three dark holes in his chest, the blood soaking into the expensive sheets, the curtains blew slightly as the ceiling fan blew cold as if nothing bad has happened. My father lay there with his eyes half open. The impact was too much to bear. Yesterday we had talked like nothing happened. I knew he was not feeling well but then, I didn't anticipate anyone was bold enough to enter the mansion and kill him. I stood still. I couldn't move. I looked at the holes in his chest. They were neat, precise and accurate. It felt like the person shot at the right spot.Whoever did this knew what they were doing.Laura rushed in behind me. She stopped short, her breath hitching. “Sir…”Her voice trembled for the first t

I read the content as fast as my eyes allowed me too. At the bottom was a blank space allowing me to sign. " You can't be serious." I said with my breath caught in my throat. Dac relaxed in his chairs. " Really? Do you think I came all this way to joke around?" he said with his hands tightened on his armrest. " I don't understand. Why go through all this trouble to bring me down? If I was not Mac's son. Then, what am I?" I asked, my brows slightly arched with anger. " Are you seriously asking me that?" Dac laughed.I watched as he slowly removed his customised glasses. " That is for you to figure out. I don't care where you want to go but all I eat from you is to get out of my space. They don't belong to you. They are mine!" The room echoed with his words even though they are packed with lots of books. It did nothing to stop his angry voice from echoing. I let out a small laugh. " Really. It seems that you have it all figured out. So, I was a puppet all this while?" Dac looked

I stared at him without blinking.Clearly, there was a lot that I didn't understand about the Donald's family. Maybe Almond was someone I needed to study but right now, I knew too well that no one help without getting something in return. The pain in my chest was nothing compared to the pressure building in my head.He knew too much.“You talk like you’ve been watching me,” I said quietly.He gave a small shrug. “I have.”That made my heart pound harder than the gunshot did.“For how long?” I asked.“Long enough to know you didn’t deserve what happened today. But does that really matters?" I let out a dry laugh that hurt my ribs.“People don’t get shot because they deserve it or not,” I muttered. “They get shot because someone wants them quiet.”“And Dac wanted you quiet,” he replied calmly.The room was engulfed with silence after his last words.The only sound heard was coming from the beeping monitor.I studied him better now. He was not dressed in a fancy way unlike Dac who ha

I stared at Dac and laughed. " What is this madness?" I said slowly trying to get to my feet. Laura grabbed me by my arms. " Easy, Mr Dan. Your wound isn't healed yet." she said with her arms placed slightly around my waist. " You shot me, called out a press conference calling me a bastard and yet you accused me of trying to kill my own father!" I yelled The doctor in charge of my ward rushed into the room. " My god, Mr Dan." he said readjusting his glasses. " You are in no shape to raise your voice. Your wound is not fully healed and right now, you need a lot of rest. I think I told you that already." he said looking at me. Dac laughed. " Well, I came here to tell you that I am actually going to make you suffer. You are never going to have your hands on my brother's property." he said cleaning his glasses lens.Laura smirked. " Really? You seem worried Mr Dac. Even right after you made a public scene calling my boss a bastard. Yet, you came back to threaten him. How convenien

I alighted and paid the man off. I simply stood still staring at the house I once entered before. It felt foreign. Almost like I didn't belong here. The gate keeper opened immediately he saw me. " How you feeling, Mr Dan?" he asked with a nice voice That was the second time a gate keeper was going to treat me kindly. " Thank you, Mr Thomas." I said with a smile " Come in." The gate rolled open on it own and I walked. I could feel the tension within the house as I walked. Most of the guards refused to bow to me while some of the servants walked past me whispering. I could hear their words but I refused to let the get to me. I just need to pack my stuff and head out. I knew Dac must have had them packed somewhere. I was close to the door when it opened slightly. Three men rushed forward and immediately stood at the entrance. I don't need to be told what was happening. In a few minutes, Dac was out with a cigar in his mouth. He puffed the smoke into the thin air and smirked.