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Author: Llamanel
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"So you mean to say there is no way you had a hand in your niece's attack? " the police asked Robert.

"This is quite humiliating, no I don't have a hand in her attack, I just heard about her attack not too long ago" he replied.

"But she has an ongoing case against you, would that not send you into a fit of anger? " the officer inquired of him.

"Well that does not suggest I am the only enemy she has, I mean I know my Niece and she is one to have a lot of foes cause of her smart mouth and lack of respect for others," he quacked.

"So you know any of these enemies she has Sir?"

"How would I know them? I don't walk around following my niece to know her business" Robert answered quite agitated as he didn't like what was happening, he felt tight, and even if he wanted to hurt Liana he wouldn't have done it in such a way that she will still be alive to have some few words come out of her mouth.

He hated her guts so much and he sensed that Liana knew about this already hence the reason
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  • The Legacy unveiled

    Chris stood motionless, his eyes locked onto the man in the doorway—Reddick. "Chris," Reddick's voice was calm, almost soothing. "I've been expecting you."Chris clenched his fists, his gaze flickering between Reddick and his mother, still bound and blindfolded. "Let her go," he demanded, his voice steady despite the turmoil within.Reddick stepped further into the room, the light revealing a face marked by time and secrets. "All in due time," he said. "But first, we need to talk."Chris took a step forward, his instincts screaming at him to act, to fight, to protect. But something in Reddick's demeanor gave him pause—a familiarity, a connection he couldn't quite place."Who are you?" Chris asked, his voice laced with suspicion.Reddick sighed, his eyes reflecting a mixture of sorrow and resolve. "I'm someone who knew your father well. Someone who was once like a brother to him."Chris's heart pounded. "You're lying. My father never mentioned you.""Because he wanted to protect you,"

  • The burden of truth

    Chris stared at the photo for a long moment, the words seared into his mind. “The place you buried the truth.” He felt a rush of memories, places and moments from his past, all connected to his family’s legacy. He gripped the photo tightly, his knuckles white.“Chris, we have to move quickly,” Gabriel said, his voice steady but laced with urgency. “We don’t know how much time we have. If they’ve taken her—”“I know.” Chris’s voice was tight. “I’m not stupid. But what the hell is going on? What do they want from me? From her?”Gabriel exhaled slowly, his gaze shifting toward the hallway as if he were hearing something in the distance, something only he could sense. “I wish I could tell you everything, Chris. But there are things your father kept from both of us. Things that were buried so deep, even I didn’t know they existed until recently.”Chris’s frustration boiled over. “I’m not interested in the past. My mother is gone, and I need to find her. Now.”Gabriel placed a hand on Chris

  • Shadows of the Past

    Chris rushed down the stairs of his office building, every step a drumbeat of anxiety. He hadn’t known his father had a brother—at least, not one still alive. The thought of someone carrying the same bloodline yet remaining hidden all this time left him uneasy. Questions bloomed faster than answers: Where had this man been? Why now? What did he want?At the reception desk, Linda stood frozen behind the counter, her usually calm expression twisted into something between fear and awe.“He’s waiting in the conference room,” she said quietly. “He… he knew your full name before I said anything.”Chris’s brow furrowed. He pushed through the door, heart pounding.There, seated in one of the high-backed leather chairs, was a man in his sixties. Salt-and-pepper hair slicked back, a tailored charcoal-gray suit, and eyes—sharp, calculating, and strangely familiar. He stood when Chris entered.“Cristóbal Alejandro Kingston,” the man said smoothly. “You look just like him.”Chris didn’t respond im

  • Whispers in the Silence

    Chris lay sprawled across his bed, face turned toward the ceiling as the fan above spun in slow, rhythmic circles. He could still feel his mother’s arms wrapped around him—a rare gesture of tenderness that brought back memories of better times, simpler days when the weight of a legacy wasn’t strapped to his shoulders. But now, the burden was his to carry, and he wasn’t sure if he was ready for the miles ahead.His phone buzzed beside him.He ignored it.Another buzz. This time, a call.“Arturo,” he muttered, eyes closed. “He’s probably still trying to drag me out.”The buzzing stopped, only to resume seconds later. Chris groaned and finally answered.“What?”“Boss,” Arturo's voice crackled through the speaker, unusually cautious, “you might want to come down to the office. Now.”Chris rubbed his temple. “Arturo, I’m exhausted. I told you I’m taking a day.”“I know, but it’s not about business,” Arturo continued. “Someone’s been snooping around. And I think they broke into your private

  • A dissatisfaction !

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  • It's okay to grieve!

    Two days had passed since Chris's grandfather's passing, and the family found themselves immersed in the sombre task of planning his funeral. Chris, though grieving himself, took on the responsibility of assisting his mother and others in organizing the arrangements. They had no other family since his grandfather when young had run away from home. And had decided to make a name for himself and that was a story Chris wouldn't want to go back to Together, they meticulously chose the venue, selected the readings, and decided on the music that honoured his grandfather's life.His grandfather was somewhat a Gillian but living with him at this point made it great to know that he was loveable, the only thing that had curbed that great heart of his was a story Chris would have loved to hear but his grandfather had just died and that story would be farfetched from him. As they gathered to bid farewell to their beloved patriarch, Chris couldn't shake off the concern he felt for his mother,

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