Chapter 14Raymond's POVThe plane rides through the clouds, finally it lands on the run way and comes to a stop. Exhaustion washed over Me. I staggers down the stairs, the air hostess his support. The cloud was dark, the moon hung up above the horizon. Its soft rays brushing on the floor. I went into one of the rooms in the hotel and collapsed on the sofa.The cool breeze from the Ac washed me,I and I felt refreshed. I moved to the television and tuned to my favorite program. I lay there, eyes heavy, watching the television as my mind slowly drifted into slumber. I felt myself sinking into the cozy warmth of sleep, my body relaxing as my eyelids grew heavy. The television played in the background, but my mind was already drifting off to dreamland.A loud, shrill bell pierced through the silence, jolting me awake from my slumber."Who the heck is that?" I muttered, rubbing the sleep from my eyes."Sir, your ride is ready," a tiny female voice said from outside the door. "Don't you
Chapter 15His face was pale, void of every emotion. He paced back and front, biting his lips. How could he do that? Was he blind? Can't he drive properly? If Roselle loses her life, then the game has ended. All Raymond's revenge plan will be dashed on a stone just because of a single mistake. “ Sir, I think you should calm down. Don't panic, the doctors are on it. ” the receptionist said. Her voice, calm.“ I suggest you mind your business. You're distracting me from my thoughts. ” Raymond fired. His voice was hoarse.Nurses were seen, rushing into Roselle's room. Their faces were grim with a twinge of worry.The air was thick with tension as Raymond anticipated news about Roselle. His heart was pounding as he paced around. He could feel his hand sweating. Not just his hand, his forehead. He couldn't feel the cool breeze coming down from the Ac. Everywhere felt hot and uncomfortable at the same time. He sighted a nurse going into Roselle's room with a syringe." Hello, how's she? ”
“ I lost my Job. ” He said, his face grim and voice cold.Raymond looked at the soaked and muddy figure standing in the doorway and couldn't help but burst out laughing. The detective glared at him, clearly annoyed."I'm sorry," Raymond said, trying to stifle his laughter. "It's just...you look like you just went swimming in a swamp."The detective rolled his eyes and hissed under his breath."What's the matter?" Raymond asked, his laughter finally subsiding."Before we talk, why don't you clean yourself up in the bathroom?" Raymond said, gesturing toward the adjoining room. "I don't want you tracking mud all over my room, and my staff has worked so hard to keep this place clean.""I don't have time for that," the detective said gruffly."I'm afraid I won't listen to you until you've cleaned up," Raymond said, putting on his best stern face. "It's for your own good, really."The detective sighed and grudgingly made his way to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and let the hot water
"Hello, mate," Raymond asked his friend, Pete, on the phone. "I have a request.""What is that?" Pete’s voice was distant and distracted."Money. I'm in need of money.""How much?""Maybe ten grand," Raymond shrugged rubbing his head"Ten thousand dollars? What's that for?" Pete’s voice rose five decibels higher than normal."You know… I've been wanting to surprise Roselle. Maybe get her something really expensive that she will really appreciate. She said the gifts I give her are poor." He hesitated, but then he still said: "Just like me."He sighed. "Sorry, man. It's your fault, though. You shouldn't have gone for a rich woman. Sometimes, I think you don't deserve her. She deserves someone in her class or higher."He exhaled, rubbing his temples, trying to think. "You're right, that's why I'm trying to make it up to her. I want to get her something that she'll remember for the rest of her life.""So, you need money?""Yes, I do. I'll pay back.""Okay. I have a friend who lends money.
Roselle was in the living room when he woke up. He smiled and came up to her, planting a kiss on her cheek, but she pushed him aside. "You're just waking?"He sighed in exasperation. "Roselle, did you understand all that I told you? I was beaten, robbed… can't you see my black eye?"She hissed. "Well, I thought you were running away from doing your duties as a man and making excuses that you were not able to buy me a gift because you were 'robbed.' " She paused for a second then her eyes opened wide in realization. "Did you just raise your voice at me?"His head ached so hard he was unable to answer her. He walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge. Finding a carton of milk, he emptied it into his mouth. It increased her fury."Don't you dare drink that milk from the carton! I bought it with my money and all you do is put your mouth all over it. Answer me when I'm talking to you, Raymond."He turned to glare at her, but remembered that it was HER house he lived, he backed down."I've
“You bloody thief! You stole my money when I said I wasn’t going to give you any.” Raymond’s father roared.Roselle’s face was different. She was red with embarrassment and her mouth dropped open. She walked up to her husband and threw her hands across his face, her five fingers leaving imprints on his face. rubbed it and endured the pain. That was something he was used to.“You son of a bitch,” she cried, “how dare you humiliate me in this way? After everything I’d done for you, you chose to steal from my father.” Before he could recover from what she had said, another slap came running in, harder and hotter than the rest. “I want a divorce.”Tears clouded his eyes. “You can’t do this, Roselle. After everything we’ve been through? I promise you that I didn’t steal the money.”“Finally, my daughter’s senses have been restored. Divorce him I will support you with a lawyer and finances.” Roselle father smiled.Roselle turned to Raymond. “It’s not about the money. I hate you, I want you
Confusion clouded his face, but the men weren’t budging. Their dark sunshades were joking, and the sun reflected in it.“I hope you are joking, what sort of prank is this? Am I in any sort of trouble?” Raymond asked, confusion making his head throb.“Of course, we can’t joke with you, Master. Your father will kill us.” One of the men said in full respect.“My father?” Raymond asked again. He hadn’t heard someone talk about his father. He couldn’t remember his earlier days. All he could remember was Roselle saving him from a bunch of thugs then asking him for coffee. When Roselle was still Roselle.“Yes, your father,” the man reminded him. “Mr. Kane. He thought you were dead, well until now.”“I was dead? I truly don’t understand anything you say.” People around them took pictures that would later go to the tabloids with the heading “Missing Billionaire’s son, Raymond Kane, finally returns home”.“Please, come into the car with us. We will take you home.”Everything sounded like a joke
“Yes, you heard me. A suite.” Raymond repeated. He knew where she was driving at, but he wanted to give her the benefit of doubt.“I heard you, yes, but I don’t know why you will be booking a suite in this hotel.” The woman gave him a look, weighing his looks and outfit with her eyes.“Why do you think so?” he asked.“Because you do not look the part. It is obvious enough.” She smacked the chewing gum in her mouth, her mouth moving, making her glistening red lips to glow. She looked horrible with a big mole on her chin. Linda, Raymond read off her name tag.“Who hired you to work at the front desk of this company? Your work here is to be nice to customers irrespective of how the person is dressed.” Raymond dipped him hands in his pockets and looked deep into her eyes. They burned with rage.“Who gave you the audacity to work into my workplace to tell me how to do my job?” she stopped typing off her computer and looked at his outfit. “You look like what came out of a thrift store.”“I