What do you do when all comes crashing down? How do you react when you realize the maze is gone and the truth is what you can't handle? Love, pain, betrayal;... To what extent are you willing to go? The wedding picture Cassandra held fell to the floor shattering into thousands of pieces just like the state of her heart. ‘’My heart is in just as same state as this picture” She crawls her way to the balcony overlooking the beautiful city. A life of a perfect housewife, a perfect wife and partner, now she looks back and it had been nothing but a joke. She stares one more time at the beauty of the city beneath her. ‘’What a waste”’ she spat angrily. Letting her fragile body fall from the 8 floors of an apartment bought with her own money. ‘’Time is all I wish for’’ she whispers. Falling and letting her blood graze the hard tar. Frank and Kelly watched with a satisfied look, not seeing the third eye from the corner who watched with pain written all over him. 6 years is what she offered, standing before two men on her wedding day, Cassandra wakes up. She had to choose a groom, will she go back with this man or would she take her chances into finding out what another 6 years would be in the hands of those longing eyes that watched her fall to her death or the hands that pushed her?’’
View MoreThe sun was out by the time Kerlson and Carlson arrived at the great house. Flocks of cars of every brand and design are scattered all over the yard. “You can do this” Kerl encourages his baby brother who hugs him tight.“I know I can because I have you,” Carlson assures him before stepping out. They were all alone, the Greathouse was more of a safe place for the boys but knowing Carlson has been shot in the same house, makes its meaning and intentions questionable. Brandon and the others did not come along.Dressed in a black tux with a velvet shirt, Carlson walked up the stairs accompanied by his brother who was no more than a walking model. His see-through shirt dances well with his high-end pants.Every step towards the grand banquet hall made him want to puke. Carlson could see them running around as kids playing with each other like nothing else mattered. Despite the wounds of the past, the smiling faces of his parents made him want to turn back the hands of time to be carefree
It's barely been hours since Carlson got back to the mansion and everywhere was as quiet as a graveyard. “Wouldn't you want to return to your mansion or the grand house?” Keirlson asked walking in on his twin a glass of white wine on both hands. Brandon sat at the end of the couch making some important calls. “My mansion is okay, but living there alone is not something I plan on doing, at least not now when I have no one with me,” Carlson replies while taking a wine glass from his brother. They looked like each other's reflection. “Carl '' Brandon called when both brothers turned but he just smiled. “Kerlson, you know I can tell you apart even in my sleep” Brandon points at Kerlson who shrugs and sprouts like a baby. “Come on, it is not fun when people can tell the difference” Kerlson complains but Carlson says nothing. “I've got a lead but we can't follow it at the moment, a week at least. We have to seek out with the others "Brandon informs Carlson who nods. So much was going on
Cassandra lay on the bed completely clueless about what day or time it was, she slipped in and out of sleep but that was it for her, she barely had milk and water, and she could not bring herself to eat what was served to her in the name of food. She watched the window deeply praying and hoping for the impossible. It's been days and her wound has improved much better. The door opens Theodora walks in with 2 hefty men all dressed as nothing but thugs. Black torn jeans with ripped shirts. “Come on, we don't have all day” Thoedora ordered, pointing towards Cassandra who tried moving back but her body won't move. “Don't come any closer” Cassandra screams trying to move away. “Come on bitch, I don't have all day” Theodora snaps pulling her legs towards the men.“Grab her, we don't have all day and the buyer is ready” Theodora muttered under her breath. Running a casino filled with drug lords was no small business, she had to make sure not only where they were satisfied in bed but also a
“Carl.. Carlson” Brandon gently taps Carlson on the back as he attempts to wake him up. “Hey,” Carlson answers, rubbing off sleep from his eyes. The sleeping pill used by Madam Grace had not been just some casual drug bought off the market but a made product of Charles. It was not their first time making use of it on Carlson. They have had to knock him out a couple of times in the past with the same drugs using a good number of tricks to get it into his system. “Any news from her?” Carlson was standing up. He was in nothing but boxers and he felt so sweaty and unclean. “Not yet, but I got something, why don't you shower first then we can look into it together?” Brandon asked and Carlson nodded quietly. He was now clear-headed, he was no longer rash and quick temper as the day before. He walks into the bathroom and a cold shower is better. Staring at her things he just realized he missed her so much, the smell of her shampoo still lingered in the bathroom. Carlson hurried up with hi
A jeep drives into the compound at the sight of it Alex and Tessa glanced at each other too scared to breathe. “Now you will see what the other side of death looks like'' Tessa whispers “You think I don't know, I should have followed her and only god knows what our fate is from a minute here on' Alex replies just staring at Carlson steps out of the car. He looked tired as hell. Black market deals were not something he did very often, but it sure did happen a few times within the year. Unlike the others, Carlson Cobswell was more righteous trying so hard to be on the good side with his goods and businesses. He was not just the richest for no reason but for holding the biggest and most influential businesses run with clean money. He was not a fan of dirty money and it made his rivals hate him even more. “Hey madam Grace” Brandon greets as they all walk in. It was dark and the sun had long given way to the moon. Brandon headed for the warehouse while others helped in unpacking. “You sh
Cassandra woke up with her body aching from all the turns and sleeping. Her hand was quick to reach up for her head but no matter how much she tried she could not raise it high enough. Cassandra opens her eyes lazily as a sharp pain hits her in their hands, she quickly tries to sit up but her legs won't move to her comfort. She stared down and not only was she dressed like a whore but her hands and legs were bound. Her body is on the soft bed as she moans from the pain emanating from her wound and tight body parts. This was not what she had hoped for. All she had gone to Edward was to seek answers and here she was in a country she knew no idea of where they were. “Oh, the sleeping princess is finally awake” Cassandra had not noticed she was not alone in the room. A sexy man with a beautiful smile staring right back at her, he was not only well dressed but at first glance he could easily be mistaken for a lady. His long lashes and beautiful hair carefully only added more shine to his
Cassandra walks into the house she once lived in, a house she bought with her mother, a house she was killed in like nothing was happening. Her mind could not keep still as she stepped out of the elevator. Edward was home and she had made sure of that before coming. So much was going through her mind, and memories came flooding. Just like she rushed over that day and never left with her legs. She had watched her man walk in with her best friend as they cuddled and hovered over each other. She rang the bell and Edward was quick to answer the door. Cassandra did not listen to the words he was saying, she walked in as her eyes fell to every corner of the room. Where they have stabbed her countless times with their words. Same position he had stood in while instructing his mistress to get rid of their baby. The memories came flooding like a raging hurricane. “Why did you seek me out?'' Edward asked to take a seat. Cassandra did not have plans of stopping or hiding things from him. “I k
It's been a week since Carson and his men exhumed the body of Nat. Cassandra has been so busy at work but her mind has been dancing around what means Carlon was intending to use to bring out the death of Nat to the world and his family. Everyone had covered his case and the police were actively involved. Such matters can not be handled privately and that bordered her so much. While deep down she was looking forward to seeing his parents again after a long time, she felt bad for leaving them to drive all alone. As a best friend she felt bad for leaving the only family he left behind to grief over his disappearance all alone. “Mrs Carlson?” Rick Sandals slightly hits the table making Cassandra jolt almost falling off her chair. “You've been spaced out for days now... What is eating you up? It is the money to be paid by Mr Roberts?” Rick asks carefully placing a set of documents needing her signature on the table for final review. “Rick, I am okay. And about the money I got word from
Cassandra walks out of the bedroom to join the others in the home study. Brandon sat alongside Carlon while Alex stood over another. Cassandra walks in and everyone in the room suddenly stops what they were doing just staring at her as she walks over to her man. “What is the progress?” she asks as Carlson pulls her to sit on his legs. “Barron Langs, has some reports to make and we have been waiting on you” Carlson reports as his right hand plays with a man and the left rests so comfortably on Cassandra's legs. “Greetings Mrs Carlson it is a pleasure to finally meet you,” Barron Langs says, extending his hand for a handshake which Casandra takes. “So what's the latest update?” Cassandra asks to read through the file sitting before Carlson. “The victim has been dead for quite some time and we can only get permission to dig up the grave from the government, but to worry for the don has taken care of that. However the greatest fear is it may not be him, kelly Langs is a familiar name, b
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