Enough of your preaching!

Hana was very happy and grateful for all the help Rashuel had rendered in securing the company since the death of her brother. Rashuel was the handyman who made sure that the company's shareholders were not able to take the company away from Roselle, not knowing that having the company all to himself was also his intention.

Rashuel had promised to take care of Roselle. He had also, been of great assistance to her at the beginning. Roselle not knowing what he had in mind, fell in love with him after he was able to capture her young heart with a great gesture of support and love, teaching her a few things about how to run the business but hiding the core business factors from her.

She accepted his proposal two months after dating him and got married to him after adhering to the advice of her aunt Hana, who had assured her that she needed a strong man who would be beside her and help her seal through any obstacle and run the family business properly.

Because Rashuel was a strong lawyer people dared not to trifle with, Roselle's love for Rashuel grew to a state she couldn't control.

Little did they know that Rashuel was also a money launderer who worked for Mr Leo a finance minister in the state and the secretary in Finorla bank, assisting him in money laundering.

At first, Rashuel only wanted to use Roselle, dump and take her company from her before marriage. But as an upholder of the law who all eyes soured on, he decided to go through the legal way and kill her later after divorcing her.

On the night before the day of Roselle's wedding with Rashuel, something mysterious happened and that was when her suspicion about Rashuel rose.

But she couldn't fathom the courage to put the blame on Rashuel because she didn't have the evidence for it and was not sure he really did it so she pushed on with the marriage.

That morning her aunt Hana phoned Roselle and her fiance Rashuel about her inability to attend the wedding due to a certain emergency that needed quick attention.

This was a subtle plan by Rashuel to distract Roselle's aunt from attending the wedding so that he could have full access and do away with Roselle the night of his wedding as he pleases.

When all of this was happening, Santiago had always been a secret helper of Roselle and was the one who saved her the night her husband had tortured her.

Santiago moved closer to Roselle who was still having her back faced to him. Gathering his anger, he spoke in the most definite calm tone he could form at the moment. He knew very well that when she got an idea it was nearly impossible to get it out of her mind but he needed to convince her to stop what she was doing.

"Roselle, I know that he had hurt you so much and you want every possible way to get back at him, but please Roselle…"

"Enough of your preaching Santiago." She interrupted, fully facing him again with the tight face that had refused to loosen.

"Fine!" Santiago shouted no longer minding the ears that may hear their conversation which should be very confidential.

"Do whatever you want but don't come running to me if anything goes wrong!" He slammed the door behind him so engrossed with anger.

Immediately, Roselle took her sunglasses and her Louis Vuitton purse from the table. She burst her office door open. Taking the long corridor, she came to a U-turn at the end of the corridor and descended the stairs.

"Ma'am, Mr Harry is here for the meeting and he has been waiting for you for some minutes now," Her secretary said meeting her in the hall where about twenty people's eyes were fixed on the computer.

Their fingers were tapping hastily on the keyboard and all eyes averted at the presence of their boss, they all bowed to her as she continued walking without sparing any glance at anyone. Her puffed chest and raised shoulders spoke of high authority.

"Cancel my meeting with him." Roselle blurted still keeping her fast pace, her heel shoes clicking on the marbled floor. She adjusted her suit collar and headed towards the door, her secretary scurrying behind her.

"But ma'am, it's…" He was shushed by a raise of the hand by Roselle. She turned to glare at him. Immediately, it shut him up. He bowed instantly like his senses had suddenly bolted back.

Questioning the boss was the last thing to do if he truly don't want to lose his job. He had heard that all her previous secretaries had been fired for just a sly mistake and he dared not make any mistake or else that would be the end of his job.

"Where are we going to ma'am?" Nate her driver asked, opening the back seat car door.

She glanced at him and replied, "Kingston, and you should be fast about it."

"Right away ma'am," Nate replied, hastily sliding into the driver's seat. Nate had been the only person to retain his job over the years with Roselle which made people have something to gossip about him.

Some believed that he was having an affair with his boss Roselle which had made Roselle always want him by her side. This accusation had brought jealousy to wave in the heart of men who had been dying to have Roselle as their girlfriend or wife.

At the back side of the car, Roselle drew a curtain that had been secreted in the car and only Nate knew about this curtain.

When Nate heard the sound of the curtain being drawn to bridge him from seeing what was going on in the back seat, his mind already knew what was happening there and the tinted glasses of the car made it impossible for the outsiders to see who was inside.

He took the usual road they had termed as safe for business.

Roselle began to unbutton her suit and shirt, next, all her dresses slipped down from her body leaving her body totally bare as the chilling air conditioner touched her flawless delicate white skin. A chill went down her spine. She folded her clothes, then she put them in the bag she had kept for it.

"Nate hasten up," Roselle spoke from behind which made Nate's head bolt. He increased the speed level immediately after the traffic light turned green.

"Yes ma'am," Nate replied imagining the scene he was going to see immediately after he parks the car at their destination. His lips parted in a slow smile, this time he stopped himself from wetting his lips.