Copyright C. P. Mandara. The right of C. P. Mandara to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.
This novel is fiction - in real life practice safe sex.
"You have to have a darkness for the dawn to come." - Harrison Ford
It felt like a death sentence around my neck. Marriage. The mere idea was a suffocating blanket of dread that was slowly beginning to strangle me. Each step I took towards my impending nuptials had me itching to run away in the opposite direction, as far and as fast as my legs could carry me - but that wasn't going to be possible. I would be marrying Jennifer Courtney Redcliff in exactly one week's time and there wasn't a thing I could do about it. As my body was once again consumed by feelings of utter helplessness and fury, I had to resist the urge to punch something.
I could not believe how easily I had been duped. I still had no idea what Michael Redcliff's end game was, but I had now made it my mission in life to find out. Whilst it was clear he wanted me to suffer in every way imaginable, judging by what he had done to me in the abandoned Greyson building, I was still no closer to discovering what it was he actually wanted. Quite a few theories had been flying around my head but I had nothing concrete. He could be after money, property, status, power, or something else entirely. The not knowing frustrated me. Even though I had Khalil, my head of Intel, working on the problem twenty-four seven, he'd not managed to unearth anything of consequence yet. He had advised me to make the entire staff of my office redundant, and to my chagrin I had found myself doing exactly that. After one key employee's colossal betrayal, I was prepared to take no more risks with my general wellbeing. Though I bore no scars from Redcliff's and Katrina's hands, I had frequently begun to look over my shoulder wherever I found myself alone, and I didn't much like the feeling.