A Trillionaire’s Revenge

Two days later..

I pace around the living room anxious, as I await aunt Ruth's call. My legs are hurting in my Louboutin heels but I ignore. Luke had gotten me an iPhone, a gesture he believed meant that he now trusted me completely.

Luke had gone to work, and the house was as quiet as usual. I hadn't seen or heard from Laurel for a few days and I couldn't deny the fact that I was worried if she was alright. The Laurel I knew would have been pissing me off everyday, continuously.

Aunt Ruth's text comes in and I read. I had asked her to reach out to Rocky and José respectively. I had to know exactly what he intended to do so I could stop him on time.

Aunt Ruth; Child, for the love of God tell your husband who Rocky is! I have just spoken to Rocky and he wasn't even keen on telling me anything and was even extremely rude to me.

I text back; No, Aunt! No, please, I can never ever tell Luke the truth because I fear for Rocky's life! What did José say?

Aunt Ruth; He only said he knows you've been brainwashed and that he's with Rocky no matter what decision he makes.

I don't reply her last text because I didn't know exactly what to say.

"Emmanuele!" I call as I sit on the couch. I am rubbing my temple as she arrives.

"Madam, are you having a headache? Do you need a massage or some medicine?"

"No, no, Emmanuele, may I have a glass of water, please?"

madam." Emmanuele says as she rushes

say, handing her the empty glass. She

I ask, genuinely wondering

seen her in

"She left?"

don't know, I'd

nod, "What's

plan, steak, guacamole, calamari corn soup and cinnamon rolls for

I

may.

cinnamon for me. I'm allergic."

to watch anything on

to the pantry and to the veranda. The pantry was over stocked that I feared that things would expire if not used soon. I had taken two packs of Hershey's dark chocolate from the pantry and I was glad I went there. I stand in front of Luke's study and wonder for a good minute if I'd be doing the right thing by entering without his permission. I was his

place is lit. The mahogany chairs were shiny, properly cleaned. My eyes fall on the full jug of water. Luke's pictures were hung in different directions of the room and I smile to myself as I appreciate my husbands facial

count. Twenty one awards in total. I was impressed. Luke was beyond successful and it

After scanning each award, I sit on his chair and look round the room. There's a picture of Jesus on the table and I pick it to have a closer look but my hand hits the jug and

mutter, worried of what Luke would think. I quickly place the jug properly and try to pack the documents affected by the water. I drop them on the dry side of the table but the contents of a particular document falls on the floor. I take tissue from

but my phone rings.