Role POV
She has been sound sleep for the last hour but I cannot sleep. My mind is bothering me that something might not be right. And being the CEO of such a big franchise and the thoroughfare of dealing with mafias, mobs and many political leaders have taught me that if there's a chance of something being terribly odd of place, chances are it probably is.
Yes, Murphy's law has played out right in my life, people.
I sneek of the bed in the late night and glance at the wall clock. It is 1:15am right now and I decide to go to my study to relax my brain cells.
When I enter my study, two rooms down the our master bedroom, I click open the door with biometric and switch on the lights.
A faint smell of books and files washes over itself in the air. I walk over to the teel desk and esconce on the brown leather reclining chair.
My fingers tap over the desk and they itch to search away something on my personal computer.
Something related to Alissa. This is absurd but I want to know more about her accident and her family if left any.
Her myriad number of questions of her history sometimes shame me that I never tried enough to find her distant relatives. I have started feeling a grip of failure for being a good husband. I had been too stuck in my own paradise of adversities.
It was time to change myself for the better and work on the plan.
I vowed to her.
I will get her back.
Turning on the computer, I type away her name Alissa Baxton.
Normal wikipedia pages on me and my wife turn up. There are a few pages of her accident but nothing out of expanse of my knowledge catches my eye.
For another hour I peruse through every single page. And finally something miniscule yet something significant gets trapped in the confinement of my eyesight.
Alissa Merchant Baxton, wife of Role Baxton has been reported brain dead according to a few trusted sources.
The family is claiming her to be out of danger but the doctors are saying otherwise.
Is this the end of Alissa Merchant Baxton or a deliberate act of vanishing the existence of his wife as he's in love with someone else?
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Anonymous says:
Is it true that Role is after Alissa's sister?
Gangx68 replied: She has a sister?
Melanie replied: I heard it too. It's all over the grapevine.
AM says:
I know her. She's alive.
Gangx68 replied: who are you talking about? Is Alissa alive?
AM replied: Her sister. I know her. She's alive. I know. I know. I know them.
Bitch4life replied: #am you're a psycho.
Beliefnever replied: what's going on? She has sister now? Wtf people. Stop spreading rumors and stop trusting maniacs like AM.
The number of the comments go on and on. I read as many as I can but my mind cannot stop thinking of that AM who said he or she knows Alissa's sister. That single comment brings my bane of conscience in front of a dead wall and thwart the same against it.
My mental tolerance is crashing and my doubts are increasing. Either it could be a rumor or a complete distorting truth.
Did Alissa hid her sister from me deliberately? Did her parents lie on purpose too? Am I thinking too much between the lines or I didn't know the reality of my wife's history at all?
I know I wouldn't get the answers with a snap of finger. I seek desperation and ignite it within me. I feel the hunger in my abdomen and I let it mountain.
In order to help Alissa recover, I ball myself to get down to the ground of the shit stirling over the web about her past.
In a carefully calculated decision, I call up the one guy I trust the most.
"Stephen, are you on tonight?"
I ask in a melancholic voice that conveys volumes of what I am feeling right now.
A concoction of failure, helplessness, betrayal and anger is materializing in me to smear the bloodbath of a battle lost.
A battle I wasn't aware of.
"Yes, sir. Nickon is on the right front and I am handling backside."
"what about other areas?"
"We have that covered as well. Preston and his team are proactive."
"Are you sure about it?"
I ask to make him defer whilst I know he wouldn't. But on my case, I ought to make sure that there's any window open for anymore slack because I cannot affore to my wife again. Betrayal and history be damned when it comes to what we have shared for the past weeks and what I have began to feel about her. It's like the very first time I met her. And with a brutal honesty, it even feels better than the first time.
Therefore, I have to tie all the loose ends for the security of my family. Its my ultimate rule. Nothing ever was or ever could come before them.
"Don't doubt me boss. I'd rather be completely obliterated than being doubted upon."
"Fine enough. I need you to come down to my study in half an hour and let them back up your position."
A hiss sounds in the receiver whereas no one else speaks. For a second I am forced to believe that I lost the perfect guy for the job I need the job assigned to. Then he coughs and speaks with valor he's notorious for.
"You never have done that in past."
"Now I am."
"Is it that serious?"
Rubbing the bridge of my nose and shaking my head vaguely in an open eyed dream wishing it wasn't, I claim it to be true on the phone to Stephan.
"Fine, I'll be there on time. We have got this boss. "
"I know, that's why you're still working for me."
This time I hear a soft chuckle and a click of the phone to notify me the end of the call.
I take a deep breath realizing that I haven't been taking in air properly. My chest is heavy and painful. One might even suggest that I am having a heart attack. But that's bullshit.
My eyes close on their accord and I lay back on the chair. My legs uncross themselves and I enter into a dark space of my psyche.
There are hundreds of doubts of whether this plan would work or not. There is uncertainty and I never take ad havoc risks. This is going to be the biggest of them all and I will do it again for her.
For Alissa, I will draw blood again and again. I will gauge the truth out of thin air and let her heart be at peace for once and all.
I will forgive her for the past because my love is grand, powerful and majestic. It doesn't depends on mistakes and lies. It believes in salvation and redemption. And I am seeking that for my wife.
I punch the handle of the chair loud and grit my teeth, though waiting for the guest of tonight.
STEPHAN MEYAR,
My step brother, unknown to whole world. Because he's a ghost.
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