Twist Of Fate: Three Little Miracles

“Something is not right? Until now, Danny has not sent or called to inform me about Charity Wakins Granddaughter; who is betrothed to me! This is unlike Danny.” Mark said to himself, he was in his office, sitting on his office desk with his hands folded.

His last conversation with Danny over the phone was disrupted by a network coverage, but something kept telling him that wasn’t all. He had overheard a thrashing sound in the background and some persons screening in an agonizing pain. Danny was his old school classmates thus, they were really good friends.

Mark finally resolutely placed a call over to Danny but it was unreachable. He was getting tensed when a message arrived on his phone, it beeped and he picked it up, it was a message from Danny, his first instinct was to place a call over immediately to know if he is overthinking nature is not merely deceiving him that all is not well. he did, and the phone that has just sent him a message was unreachable. “Something is definitely wrong!” He said to himself! After a several try, he navigated to read the message Danny had sent. “It contained all the details he needed to find charity Wakins granddaughter. Her name and address inclusive!”

He was happy that his years of finding her had paid off. But was unsettled still.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

“Richarlison!” He yelled on top of his voice.

“Sir!” Richarlison his personal bodyguard quickly rushed into the office and replied reverentially. He could discern something was troubling his boss.

“Take some boys and check if Danny is alright” Mark ordered and dismissed richarlison at once.

He stood up from his desk and walked towards the office window, then he caught sight of Diana through the window, she was approaching the building. ‘oh yea, I sent for her!” He spoke indistinctly.

He found himself admiring her when a red Ferrari sports car whizzed into the parking lot of the building and pulled to a stop in the parking space. The engine died before the door swung open and a man in a grey suit stepped out. He buttoned up his jacket and pulled on his glasses before making a way to the entrance. Diana by this time had went into the building.

The man was no other person than Jake Bernard. He was coming here to finalize the deal of him hiring a private army to protect him against the triads.

Soonest, Diana arrived at the entrance of the President Generals office. Before she twisted the door knob, she exhaled deeply in the bid to calm her racing heart. Sweat had stated to pour down her face. Nervous beyond imagination. Why would the president general ask for her?

After some hesitation, she walked in confidently.

Mark was still by the window, his masculine looks were adorable. He was wearing a casual wear.

“Good afternoon sir! You sent for me” Diana greeted after a moment of silence registered the whole room.

Mark didn’t respond, rather he strode forward, Diana watched as he set up the coffee-machine in a small alcove.

He passed her a cup a few minutes later, and she stood with him, sipping the hot drink and admiring his strong, wonderfully capable hands and his long, powerful body as he leaned back against the worktop.

“Uhmmm….. Six years ago, I got drunk at a bar and I had sexual intercourse with a lady at the lavatory of the night club house. Images from that night are still hazy in outline as I was inebriated. After the “do” I remembered staggering out but I forgot my ring, with the initials K. O carved on it….” Mark heaved a sigh before he continued “I have searched for this lady for years to make atonement to my sin that night. Not until recently that I dashed into you and found the ring, you said belongs to you! There is no need asking again how you got it since you lost your memories ”

“So, why are you telling me all this?” Diana questioned, she was sensitive enough to guess what would be coming next.

“It’s because the silver ring belongs to me and you might be the lady from that night, except you bought it from someone and lastly, I need the silver ring back urgently before things get out of hands”. Mark affirmed

“I told you, I suffered from an accident that got me amnesia, I really don’t remember anything – before she could continue the office phone on Marks office desk rang, it must be from his secretary, who else if not her?

“Hold on a minute! Let me take this call!….” Mark shut her out as he picked up the call.

“Jake Bernard is here to meet with you..!” The voice at the other end of the phone chirped in. It was his secretary talking.

“Okay, let him in” Mark responded, he had already seen Jake whizzing in with his red Ferrari, thus, he knew Jake would be at his office.

“Meet me up at the VIP ward after your shift, there is something I need your help with, and of course, entertain giving me back my ring!” Mark said.

“Yes sir!” Diana responded, she stood at an attention. No one would dare disobey that common rule.

“But, I’m afraid. I may not give you the ring, it’s the only thing left for me from my past life!” She added afterwards.

” And also when coming, bring your kids alongside. I think I might be their father!” Mark commanded and dismissed Diana.

Diana only nodded and was walking out when Jake walked into the room, they both smashed into each other!

Bam!

“Sorry sir!” Diana quickly apologized with her face down, she was deep in thoughts trying to remember even if just something about her past life.

“How dare you? Don’t you have – Diana?” Jake shouted with his cold icy voice and it died down towards the end. “What the hell is she doing here? When did she fucking return?”

His heart immediately raced back to how he had betrayed her, he didn’t felt any remorse. It was part of his plan on exerting revenge on one of his enemies, down to hiring a private army.

He lost all his privileges as a child and an abducted child enjoyed the affections and support he ought to have gotten, simply because he was terribly stubborn. He was sent to prison where he served his long term stay. he was sentenced for raping their family maid to death, though under the intoxicating effect of alcohol. That was not even the full story. The maid had been forced to take some pill that caused made her brain dead during the struggle to free herself while Jake pinned her lothes

While in prison, he learnt a plethora of martial art from regiment lord and when he was released, he started working at the Diana’s oil company where he won the heart of the most wealthiest, prettiest lady of Sterling city, Diana, the CEO of Diana’s oil company. He didn’t really loved her, it was his plot to have her wealth to get himself resources to exert revenge on those who drunk him to rape the family maid to death.

Now, he had all the resources, he was finally looking for a way to infiltrate his enemies camp. His first plan was to hire a private army, he said he wanted to in order to curry their protection against the Black axe triad he deliberately provoked by killing one of her members.

Diana looked up and caught his face, the grey suit he was wearing punctuate his manly looks, he was fair in complexion and had abs like a wrestler. His physique were so charming with his handsome face.

“Sorry sir, Didn’t mean to run into you like that.. sorry!” Diana apologized further not to evoke the gentleman’s wrath. She was indeed absent minded when she crashed into him, deep into thought and racking her memory for a memory resurgence.

Jake looked at her until she exited the office room. “What’s happening? Doesn’t she remember me?” He questioned himself. As a martial artist and an ex convict, his survival instinct were top notch, resultantly making his sensitivity above average.

Scrutinizing the lady’s face, who undoubtedly was Diana, he could see the lady wasn’t even shocked. Naturally, when someone runs into someone who ruined his or her life, they would be shocked and their face would say it all. Anger would erupt and lot more. But, nothing like that. She seemed like she didn’t even remember him. Or was he actually mistaking someone else for Diana? It’s been six years since he had seen Diana, who reportedly had went missing.