Chapter 11Of course, that was the plan. She was playing right into my trap. " I'll do whatever you wish for. Just spit it out. ” she leaned close, eagerly waiting for me to speak." I don't think you can fulfill my wish.” I replied, rolling my eyeballs." Try me, Raymond. You want money? How many millions? Spit it out, Raymond. ” she said, tears strolling down her cheek. A sly smile played on my lips. I looked into her eyes, my voice barely a whisper.I snapped my fingers and in a few seconds the driver came rushing in with some files.He kept it on the table and excused himself into the car." Sign those, will you? ” I commanded, the venom in my voice making the request look like a threat.“ What are these? ” she asked, pointing at the files. She picked it up and threw a glance at it. Her gaze captured some words, she looked at me and for a moment, she drifted from her sober mode into a puzzled state. Her facial expression said it all. “ You can't do this Raymond. At Least not to m
I was thrown into a state of confusion after I heard someone speaking behind me. I turned to the direction the voice came from, only to see a lady staring at me. Her face was pale, void of any emotion. She wore a long dark gown, her hands covered by dark gloves. One could mistake her as the grim reaper." What do you mean he's dead? And, of whom are you referring to? ” I coughed out.“ I assume you're Raymond, the bastard lost son. I'm Stacy, you're sister. ” she said, rolling her eyes and moving away from me. Her hills clicking on the floor.That was the least thing I expected— to be welcomed with cold hands.“ Don't let her bother you my dear. She has always been like that.” an old lady said, coming down from the stairs. " She misses you. She's just too proud to admit.” " Who are you, Ma'am? ” I rudely asked, " And what does she mean by he's dead? Is my father dead? ” Obviously, the whole drama left me puzzled. "Mind your manners, young man," the old lady chided gently. "I'm your
My office was quite a spacious one. The ancient golden clock is hanging and staring at me, he could hear it scream his name, begging to be released and thrown into the wild. ” How long has this been here?” Raymond asked the curvy dark lady. "Before I was employed, sir, probably 20 years ago. Beautiful, innit?” she smiled, trying to stir up a conversation.” Beautiful? Do you have a sight problem, honey? I ain't notice any beauty in this archaic building. Jeez!” He muttered, shaking his head in disgust. ” People from the nineties could brag about this, certainly not our generation. For fuck sake, this is the twenty-first century. We were meant to evolve. Contact the engineer and yes, the architect. I can't have my honor dented by this image. ” He snapped, walking out of the office.Well, if there was something to notice about Raymond's recent character, that'd be pride. He exuded pride at its utmost.He got into his car, and slammed the door, his heart racing as he pulled
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