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"How, from good to bad or vice versa?"
"No, she has become so quiet as ever, tolerating whatever I do to her. She does not even complain when I bring in other girls to the house and sleep with them on our matrimonial bed. She is either crying somewhere or sleeping in a dark corner."
"Tell me the truth Ethan, you are worried about her, right?" Clint asked.
"I am not, it's just that her tolerance makes me scared to the core. What if she becomes traumatized? I won't be able to show her to my dad, then I will lose the properties to my uncle. It is remaining only four months and some weeks before I divorce her but it seems as though it is remaining a whole three years. I am so tired of waking up and seeing the face of that tramp," he spoke out, aggressively.
"I do not know why you hate her so much and I do not care to know but Ethan I am pleading with you to give her a bit of respect for the love she has for you, if not for anything. Look, she had nothing before she married you, but her peace of mind was intact. Now you have taken away that peace from her. Even if you provide her with everything in the world, that peace will still be missing. If I had a say in your life, my advice would be that you divorce her and find any other girl who deserves this punishment. I even find your dad splitting the properties between you and your uncle much better, than for that small girl to suffer for what she doesn't know or deserves."
"Do you have whiskey?" Ethan asked, he needed something to drink.
"I have got all types of drinks. Name any drink you want, I've got all of them," Clinton remarked.
"Whiskey will do," Ethan answered. "Marrying Whitney has made my life so different, boring and suffocating. Now I clearly understand that bachelorhood is a license to freedom. As for marriage, it is a license to limitations and bondage."
Clinton stood, "that's your own point of view man. The truth is that marriage is as sweet as honey, when love exists and as tasty as sugar, only if you know the essence," Clint said and walked into the bar, to get a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. He placed them in a tray and took it to the sitting room.
After dropping it into table, he said, "serve yourself and after that, we will make a toast to you and your beautiful wife."
Ethan sneered at his words.
Clint laughed out, "cheer up Ethan, it's just a harmless joke."
He opened the whiskey and poured it into the glass cups, then he handed a glass to Ethan.
"Thank you," Ethan said.
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"Marcus my son, how are you?" His father said, while sitting on the visitor's seat.
"Good day dad," his eyes was fixed to the window of his office.
"Have a seat and to answer your question, I am so good and happy. Scheming is a trade mark for success, progress and happiness."
"What have you done this time around?" His dad asked, amidst surprise.
"I have sown the seed of hatred between some people. I did something that you would never think I could be able to do," Marcus said, smiling so widely.
"What mystery have you done this time around?" His dad asked with enthusiasm.
"I have just made our problems reduce in size. Ethan had deceived us by presenting a fake information and invitation card to us. He even got married to the love of my life under our nose."
"Have you gone mad? The love of your life should be wealth and nothing else. Women are a burden. Your mother was the biggest mistake in my life and her death was the best thing that has ever happened to me. Listen to me, you fool do not be deceived by women and their looks. They are all decorated masquerades."
"Except for this girl dad," Marcus said, grinning from ear to ear.
"You better stop behaving like a fool or else I will have to blow off your skull and bear the pain of not having a child anymore if you dare talk about that woman again," his dad warned him. "Have I made myself clear?"
He nodded, "I understand you dad but trust me, I am ready to die for this girl."
"I will have to send you to the asylum, you mental health needs to be checked. I am very sure you are not in your correct state of mind," his dad said, looking paranoid.
"Listen to me son, you can die once my brother transfers all of the properties to me."
"Hmm," Marcus let out a sigh.
"Now give me a much better news," his dad commanded.
"Agnes is on the verge of divorcing my cousin and once she has done that, we can be sure of having all the properties to ourselves." he said spontaneously.
His dad let out an evil laugh, "that is the reason I call you my son. You are just as smart as I am. Keep it up son. You have proved to me that I can rely on you with everything, including my life," he praised Marcus knew his father and he was certain that his father's words were just fictions and not real. His father could never trust anyone and he was certain about that.
His father was so deceitful and two faced. He lied a lot.
He smiled at his dad, "I shall take my leave dad, I have a lot of work to do."
"Very well my son, I hope you have talked to your uncle ever since he travelled?" The man asked.
"No. Why do you ask?" he asked, looking a bit confused.
"Because he wants to write out his will." The sly old man replied.
"Do you mean he has already written out his will?" he asked, searching desperately for an answer.
"Yes but we can not be hundred percent sure about that. He claimed that the only his son would get from him was the company, his house and three hundred million dollars. While we get his estates, his his hotels, his roads, his filling stations, his remaining billions, his cars and his business properties."

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