2025-01-21 03:37:55Franco stood at the banquet with flowers in his hands as he watched his wife walk to the stage.
He has a very BIG secret he has been keeping from her for four years now and plans to share it with her on this special day but first, he wants her to call him to the stage as her husband before he makes this special announcement to her... "Go, Elena!" Franco cheered up with the hope that Elena would definitely call him up to the stage as her husband. "So, Mrs Froston, can you tell the masses how you managed to win this contract with GLC?" The hostess said as Elena looked down at the guests. The first person she gave an ignorant glare was Franco. "I can't wait to see Elena's face when she learns that I am the person behind all her contracts and all the wealth her family possessed..." Franco whispered to himself, smiling gently at Elena as if he won the lottery. Then, Elena's voice jolted him from his thoughts. "I bagged this contract today by my sincere hard work and dedication to Froston Empire. But I couldn't have done all these without the help of someone..." Hearing this, Franco started smiling! He can't wait to be called Elena's biggest supporter! "The one who has been there for me for three years now. The person who made me experience the true meaning of Love! " "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome on stage, the man behind my smile, Mr..." She said and Franco started walking out. "....Mr Edgar Cayce!" Elena said, and Franco stopped walking immediately. "Edgar?" His lips muttered as he took a look at the stage and saw a man hugging Elena with a smile on his face. He was none other than Edgar Cayce, Elena's ex-boyfriend. But what is he doing here? "What is going on here, Elena?" Franco yelled, clenching the flower in his hands. His statement made everywhere silent as they all looked down to see the Trash talking! "You are very much aware that I am your husband! We've been married for four years now, Elena! You ought to introduce me as your Husband so why are you introducing this man here as your biggest SHOT?" He added hastily but someone gave him an excruciating slap instantly! Turning to his left, it was his mother-in-law, Rita Froston! "You useless live-in boy! How dare you refer to Mr Cayce as a nobody? She yelled at him, pointing her fingers at his face. "If not because of Mr Cayce, you'd have been in the Car Wash, washing a Cheap Car by now!" Rita said, her tone expressing her true definition - LUXURY But she wasn't wrong when she called Franco a live-in Nobody. Four years ago, Michael Froston, Elena's uncle, brought Franco from the street and said he wanted him to be Elena's husband. Ever since then, he has been married to Elena and also living with her in her parents' house. The moment Michael Froston died, they started treating Franco as a slave. Making him do the house chores and even become a Manny to Elena's niece. Out of the whole Froston, Elena treated Franco differently but now, she's introducing another man as her husband. "Listen, Mom..." "Shut up and listen to me!" Rita cut him off instantly! "There is no way you will be ruining this special day! So get your useless ass out of this banquet!" "I'm sorry, Mother, but I refuse to leave here until I reveal to Elena that I've been the one sponsoring all her contracts for the past four years! I've been the one connecting her to many big shots within and outside Otlanto!" Someone threw the ball on Franco's head instantly. He looked and saw Elena. She stepped down, walking towards him with her hands connected with Edgar's. "Did I just hear you say that you've been the one sponsoring all my contracts?" She said and Franco turned to her instantly. "Yes! I've been the one helping you out. I even made Froston Empire fall under the top ten Loyal Corp in Otlanto" Franco said, forwarding the flowers in his hand to her. "Look, I even planned to surprise you with this flower and a dinner at..." Before Franco could complete his utterance, Elena dragged the flowers forcefully from him and threw them away! "I'm done with your nonsense, Franco! I'm not ready for this marriage. I want a Divorce!" She yelled and brought out a document from her purse "These are Divorce papers! I'm ready to live my life with the man I love and no longer interested in staying with you as my husband!" "Sign these divorce papers and leave this banquet right now!" She said and flung the Divorce papers to Franco's face.
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179. Let's Meet Up At The Airport!
Muna immediately brought the phone down and ended the call. She glanced up at Franco with a quick, reassuring smile, the kind that looked sincere—if you didn’t know better.“It’s nobody, Franco!” she said sweetly.But on the other end of the line, Michael's blood boiled. He had clearly heard Franco’s voice in the background… and now Muna had the nerve to hang up on him? That simple click felt like a slap to the face. He gritted his teeth, gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white.Meanwhile, Franco took a seat across from Muna, eyeing her curiously.“Nobody?” he repeated. “But I just heard you speaking to someone. You even said I’m your husband.”Muna reached over and gently rubbed his hand, keeping her smile warm and convincing. “Oh, it was just one of my aunties—a distant relation. She was trying to hook me up with some guy, asking if I was ready for marriage. I just reminded her that I’m already married—to you.” She gave a soft chuckle. “I would’ve said more if
178. Who Is That?
“Get the car ready,” Muna said as she picked up her bag, throwing a bright smile at her grandmother. “Agreement is agreement.” Granny mirrored the smile. “Alright then! Have a great day ahead!” Muna waved goodbye and walked off. To the old lady, it was certain—Franco had no chance of winning the challenge. It didn’t even cross her mind that Muna would leak the location of the Ruffian Lord to him. And when the thought did sneak into her head, she brushed it off with a smug chuckle. Franco is nothing but a useless animal. He’ll get kicked out by the Ruffian Lord before he even sets eyes on him. Granny had carefully crafted that condition for Muna with one goal in mind: securing a rich, powerful husband for her granddaughter. Whether it ended up being the Ruffian Lord or the influential Eddie Watson didn’t matter to her. As long as Muna was married into money and status, it was all she cared about. Meanwhile, Muna was buzzing with excitement. She knew her grandmother too well. Gran
177. I Refuse To Do It!
Hearing what Rita said, Edgar stepped forward, face lit up with enthusiasm. “That’s such a brilliant idea, Mother! Your plan is perfect!”Rita returned the smile, though the sight of Edgar always left a bitter taste in her mouth. Still, he was useful. Edgar never sided with anything that didn’t benefit him. He wasn’t in it for family—he was in it for fortune. He wanted wealth so loud and blinding it erased the memory of his former failures.And hearing Rita’s plan? It confirmed it. Franco's fame was their golden ticket, and Edgar was already calculating the numbers in his head.He turned to Maya. “Think about this, Maya. Your mother’s plan is genius. Did you hear what she said? We’re going to use Franco’s fame to rise to victory again!”Maya’s eyes lit up. “Exactly! You’re right, Edgar! This is the kind of opportunity that will raise our family back to the top.” She hurried to her sister and gently took her arm. “What do you think, sis? We’re going to get rich again—filthy rich!”“Let
176. The Frostons Are Miserably Poor!
For the past few days, Elena had been battling a wave of unfamiliar emotions. Off feelings. And they were all tied to one person—Franco.Ever since she saw him take that bold step at the Lioness’ Den, something inside her shifted. A part of her had melted quickly for him. She found herself glaring at his photo, even going as far as digging up their old wedding pictures—just to stare at them.Elena didn’t feel like the Franco she once knew was the same man the world now celebrated.You should see the way everyone spoke about him. Mothers, children, fathers, even politicians—Franco's name was on everyone’s lips. Elena could feel his popularity soaring with each passing day. And if he kept accepting the recognition with humility, there was no doubt it would elevate him even further.Maybe that was why her hatred toward him had slowly changed. What once burned with disdain had cooled into something softer. Something confusing.In the lounge, she sat on the couch with her legs tucked benea
175. Do We Have An Agreement?!
Oliver rushed to Franco, grabbing him before he could fire another shot into Dyesi’s lifeless body.“That’s enough, bro! That’s enough!” he said firmly, gripping Franco’s shaking shoulders. Franco’s hand still clutched the gun, his face twisted with rage, but his eyes were glistening—on the edge of tears.The inspector arrived at the scene, dropped to a knee, and pressed two fingers against Dyesi’s neck. Her blood stained the floor in thick pools.“She’s still,” he muttered, then turned to the medical sergeant.“Check on her.”Michael and Oliver gently guided Franco to a chair, helping him sit down. His gaze never left Dyesi’s corpse.“You’re okay now, Franco,” Oliver said quietly, still holding his shoulder. “It’s over.”The sergeant finished checking for signs of life, then stood and spoke to the inspector.“She’s dead.”Oliver gave Franco a firm pat on the back.“It’s all gone now, bro. She’s gone. Dyesi’s gone.”Franco didn’t respond. He just stared at her body, jaw clenched, brea
174. Final Destruction Of Dyesi!
Dyesi's lips twisted in disgust as she stared at Franco through the screen, her entire body seething with fury. That nobody, that low-life, had brought her empire crumbling down. She couldn’t believe it. As the officer raised his gun toward her, the rage bubbling inside turned to panic.A stern voice echoed from behind.“Miss Dyesi Williams, you are under arrest for violating Section 2, Act 8 of the Ruffian Law—prostitution, sexual abuse, the illegal operation of an uneducational program, multiple counts of murder and attempted murder. You are advised to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, the government will provide one.”The room stiffened as two more officers stepped in.“Cuff them—now!” the inspector barked.“Yes, sir!” came the unified response.Cold steel locked around Dyesi’s wrists. Even as they restrained her, her eyes never left Franco. She glared at him like she coul
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