The Bassel family

Mrs Clark didn't speak with Vivian when the later entered the house with a burning expression on her face. If Vivian now has the gut to talk back at her, she'd lay low and not interfere with her matters until she's pushed down the drain.

Vivian glared at her mother who was sipping her green tea quietly with an air of nonchalance. She clench her fist in annoyance and stormed the stairs to her room.

She was ashamed of what happened last night and refused to go to the entertainment industry. Those lowly actresses she mocks and spite them would surely come back for her. Even if she have a strong backing, it won't be enough.

The only person who could help her was Darren. When they were children, Vivian always look up to him as a brother who cares for her, plays her and even if Darren was a cold and quiet child, they got along easily.

Vivian exhaled and slumped on the couch, her mind was in a mess right now. Thinking back to the girl with Darren, she scoffed. 'How could Darren keep a teenage girl as his woman? It was impossible for the Mighty Darren she knew to do that or maybe he's just playing with her.' Vivian thought. Even when the truth was staring at her she refused to believe it.

"One of those high schoolers who would sell their body to wealthy men," for money as they were in their rebellious stage.

An idea suddenly rush into her head and het beautiful face beamed in delight and anticipation.

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In a busy and not so friendly neighborhood, the people were hustling and bustling around. Children looking rough and tattered, men arguing while women haggling about low quality things.

In their midst, a middle aged woman looked around in confusion and expectation on her ethereal face. Her dressing was top notch and her appearance in the neighborhood for two hours attracted the eyes of the poor folks. Soon little children starts flocking to her in the aim of receiving money from the wealthy woman.

When the woman saw the children were looking at her with pity all over their face, she left the place and head towards her car.

The children were disappointed but they didn't leave as they wait hoping the woman would return.

After few minutes the woman came back with a bag on her hand and a young man trotting behind who was certainly a bodyguard.

"Make sure the money reaches everyone of them," the woman said and the personal bodyguard nodded. Still the woman waited but who she was looking for didn't appear.

After spending a long time standing, the people offered her a place to seat for her generosity. And she waited till night fall but she never showed up.

"Madame we should leave now, I fear Master would be angry you left the mansion the whole day," the bodyguard reasoned and she finally left the place.

The car pulled into the large garage and the woman exited the car.

Inside the mansion was hell. The furious voice resonated inside the mansion and sobbing filled the mansion.

" IF YOU ALL DON'T TELL ME WHERE SHE WENT, I'M GOING TO SKIN YOU ALL ALIVE!" A middle aged man yelled inside the living room as the servants were on their knees.

"Master I swear we do not know," the nanny said shakily. She thought she's going to die today.

"Shut up you idiot." The man roared and picked up a maid who was shaking all over up to her lips. "Tell me! Where did she go?" The man was hellbent in finding out where his wife went.

"Sh.. she went out this evening, maybe to meet a.. a fr.. friend," the maidservant lied wisely to protect her Madame. Mrs Bassel actually left the house early in the morning because her husband who went on a business trip would be returning today. With the way he was behaving, he might've came during the evening.

Mrs Bassel stood outside the living room with shaking breath. Hearing his killing voice from inside the house she was unsure if today would be like the other times. When she heard what the maid said last, she breath in in relief.

The bodyguard felt pity for his mistress and urge her to go in since her husband had calmed down.

Mr Bassel slumped heavily on the couch with his protruding potbelly. On the other couch was a young girl who was sitting, curled for fear of being hurt by her father.

"Dear, you're back!" Mrs Bassel said when she step into the living room pretending all was good.

Mr Bassel sprang on his feet and walked towards the woman, "Where have you been?" He shouted.

Mrs Bassel was stunned. "What do you mean? I went to visit a friend whose daughter was having a wedding next week," she said and looked around the floor.

"Why are they kneeling?" She asked him. Mr Bassel wasn't fully convinced but the fact it was because of a wedding, he brushed it off. "I asked them to kneel when they refused to tell me where you went," the man said and peered into his wife's eyes for any lies but he didn't find one.

" All of you leave us now and do your job perfectly," he roared making the servants shiver and sweat on their back.

"Yes Master," they chorused and rushed out of the living room.

"Cleo I heard your final exams will be two months time from now?" Mrs Bassel asked the girl who was frightened to the bones.

Cleo nodded her head and stood from the couch." Dad you should stop shouting and fighting with mom, she's trying her best," she said sadly to her father.

Mr Bassel sighed and nod his head but that doesn't mean he has forgotten what was in his mind.

Cleo and her mother later left for Cleo's room where the topic about her choice of college was discussed.

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