Chapter 11

THE SCANDAL As the surge of lust traveled through Clifford's arched body, he tentatively turned to the intruder of the act only to see Nichole. Though his mind screamed his shock, his body refuse to comply with it. He just froze in his steed while he watched Nichole advanced amorously towards him kissing and teasing him. "Let me help you with this boner." She said, looming seductively over while the former daneed to her beat as if he has been charmed. With the lustful sensation already taking its deep roots within Clifford, there was no way he could resist Nichole's advances anymore. As if on an impulse, he pushed her on the bed– violently kissing and smooching while making out for a while. Just when things were getting so intense, he suddenly stopped; brushing the latter aside. "No, I can't do this." He stood up, getting hold of himself as thoughts of his missen wife came taunting his mind. Without a second thought, he took his clothes and rushed out of the house. Nichole intuitively sat up as her lips curved into a smugish smile, satisfied with her misdeed. She had never thought things would have been this easier. Though she didn't get to have him, she still got something else that was going to help in her plans anyway. 'Poor thing," she smirked, dressing up as she sprang to her full length. With everything set to go, she dashed over to the corner where she had hid the camera earlier on– shoved it into her bag and sauntered out of the house with her mission accomplished. ******** Clifford on the other hand found himself at the losing end; feeling guilty and perplexed at the same time as regret took a toll on him. Recollecting on his actions, he drove off to a quiet place and packed his car. "Aaah..." He shouted, banging his fist on the steering wheel as he unleashed his guilt; the pain of what he had just done heavy on his heat. "I'm so sorry Rosita." He cried as he rested his head on the wheel. He stayed in that position for while and drove off to a private club. After about 3hours, he returned home drunk and still disgusted with himself. Slamming into the sofa, drifted off to sleep. Waking up to a bad hangover the next day remaindered him of how much he had drunk the night before. He instinctively held his head with a grimace on his face as he hunched forward. At that instant, thought of his wife came to mind. "Where are you Rosita," He said grumbled. HOLLANDS' MANSION Back at the mansion, Nichole was up for a new mischief and adventure which no one knows anything. Sitting leisurely behind her laptop on the bed, she edited the scandal between Clifford and herself that she had caught on the camera– blurred her face, and used a different number to send it to Mad. Flora and the rest of the family except Clifford. "All...done..!" she clasped her arms and fell happily on the bed in satisfaction; staring heavenward. Meanwhile, Mad. Flora was downstairs busy with some documents when she heard a bing on her phone. She checked and it was a video file. She opened and was shocked with what she saw. "What...!" she screamed, overwhelmed with the scene playing before her eyes as her body locked up with rage. CLIFFORD'S APARTMENT Clifford was lying on bed still lost in thoughts about the incident that occurred between Nichole and him when he heard a ring on the door. Intuitively, he jolted up and went to check who it was. His brows creased in confusion on seeing Lian so early at his door. "Oh Lian..." He muttered but before he could say more, Lian furiously pushed him over, scampering into the house while Clifford's gaze followed, taken aback by his rudeness. "What's the meaning of this Cliff." He asked as he quivered with indignation, showing the former the video clip he had just received. Noticing the content of the video from where he stood, slammed the door shut– finding his way to his brother as he tried to explain things. 'That's not what you think Lian." He began. "Then what is it Cliff? Tell me." Lian snapped in, simmering with anger. "It's....." He tried clear the misunderstanding but was interrupted by a ring from his phone. Reaching out for it from the table, he checked the caller and it was from his mother. "Hello mum..." He answered "Come home immediately." His mother's voice hit him from the other side of the phone. He could sense her fury without being told and knew what he was in for. Before he could say anything, his mother hanged up on him. He allowed his gaze to travel back to his brother and received a disappointing gaze from him. "What were you thinking Cliff?" He belted out the words. 'Didn't you even consider your wife? She has gone damn missing for weeks now Cliff." He shook with fury. " Enough.....Lian!" Clifford voiced out his rage as flames of anger shot through him. Without an explanation, he took his car keys and bolted out of the house– followed by Lian as they head off towards the mansion. ***** HOLLANDS' MANSION After about 40mins drive, Clifford finally pulled up at the mansion with Lian packing right beside him. Within some seconds, they both glided out of the car and went in to meet their mother. Clifford was least surprised when he got to the hall to meet the entire family. MAD. Flora's anger instantly flared on seting eyes on her son. ' What is this Cliff." She barked, landing a heavy slap on his face. "What were you thinking?" Rosita and your unborn child has gone missen and this is what you are doing? Huh....tell me.." She asked with tears in her eyes. Nicholas and Houston quickly went to their mother's side– holding her down to calm her. Clifford stared at Nichole sternly with hatred and rushed out. Lian instinctively dashed after him. "I will handle him mum" He assured as he walked out of the door. Nichole who was all along enjoying the whole scenario smirked, 'This is just the beginning Cliff," she said to herself. THE GOONS HIDEOUT At the hideout, Rosita had refused to take in anything except water. Due to this, she looked so pale and weak. She kept crying and pleading to the lord of the goons at any least chance she gets to let her go but her pleads turn to hit rocks. Already getting fed up with her pleas, the Lord of the goons walked up to her as his temples throbbed with rage. "Shut up...." He commanded which came with a slap across Rosita's face. "Do you think your husband still loves you or thinks of you? He asked. " Yes he does..." The former cried with her hand pressed against her cheeks. "Huh...." He grumbled, bobbing his head. 'You think so," He said with a chuckle, 'Then take a closer look at this!" He shouted, showing her the video. Rosita's eyes stared glued to the screen as everything unfolds before her eyes. Intuitively, she felt her heart chunk and the unshed tears lingering in her eyes trekked down her cheeks.