Chapter 1

The sunset was amazing... As the blue sky was decorated with different beautiful cloud colours of red, a touch of white and Blue.

The atmosphere seem calm, and they forecast had assured that there would be no rain.

The Beach was not that perfect though.

Octavia sat on her beach carved bed... She looked around the beach and hissed.

This wasn't what she planned.

She didn't leave her Town... To a private beach only to get it filled up.

She watched the women on Bikinis, walk pass her as they talked to each other in whispers as if gossiping about something.

They children playing and making Castles with the sand.

And the basket ballers throwing and catching the ball on the warm cozy weather of the Grafield Beach.

She shook her head and turned to her Personal Female guard that was just near by.

She curled up herself on the picnic blanket, folding her legs together as the sea wind blew pass her, covering her face with some strands of her hair. She tucked them back and sighed.

"Shirley... Why the heck are we even here?" She asked, tiredly.

She had planned to come there, because Grafield Beach was recommended for it's quietness.

A club house with a deafening music was better than this.

"Tch! I told you Octavia. Things don't just go the way we want it to go." Shirley chuckled.

Octavia stood up from the bed.

She looked down at the other woman that was sprawled out on the other bed... Fast asleep with a magazine on her hand.

"Throw this away Shirley." Octavia said angrily, as she gave her the picnic box.

"Huh? Throw it away!" The female body guard blinked, trying to get in what she just said.

She peered her eyes into the picnic box and behold it was delicious delicacies - lasagna, butter nut, a bottle of Morgan Rum, packed Adobo and a Casdus.

"Ma'am?" Shirley called.

"I should throw them away?" She asked, to be sure of what she heard.

"Yes Shirley... This is not what I planned."

"I had to leave an appointment and a board meeting just to make sure I relax my body today... And take some new pictures."

This was supposed to be a romantic setting picture, on the beach with no one.

She hissed, as she grabbed her phone..and tabbed the camera icon.

It's better to take a souvenir..just to remind myself that coming to Grafield Beach was a waste of my precious busy time.

Taking another picture.. she posted it to her Seven Million followers on IG with a @hastag - #Myself # Peaceful Beach..

Before pressing the post icon she deleted her last @hastag...and filled it with # Chaotic.

She rubbed her forehead and sighed.

Being a model was not funny at all.

You had to do everything perfectly.

Her phone rang and she picked it up quickly.

"Yes Mum, I didn't go to any meeting today."

"I have a shoot to attend to in an hour time.. so please help fill me in." She said, with a pleading tone.

"Okay, Thank you. Bye." She cut the call, and rolled her eyes.

* * * *

Bennett Stone's eyes was intently fixed on the stairs as the maids cleaned again and again, Making sure each path was scrubbed cleaned before another was cleaned again.

He was on the couch..a HD Laptop on his lap and different set of Mobiles by his left.

His eyes went to the Golden Door that was getting darker maybe due to the fact that the sun was not out yet in that part of Houston Estate,in New York Castle Joy.

He had no expression on his face..as he kept tabbing the same button on the laptop, making a squeak sound.

The morning wind blew slowly... as it brought the dry oak leaves near the doormat.

He sighed, as he dropped the laptop by the side of the couch.

He stood up and walked out of the Mansion... His eyes went to the Oak tree that had a bushy look like branches.

"Cut down some Branches... it's getting too much." He ordered the guards that were near by.

"Okay Boss." They nodded, as they took their heels to get the work done.

"Bennett Stone... The Most Handsome Bachelor alive. His Dark Aura can make you crawl away for life and yet coming back the next second". He read the Headline for the second time.

His eyes darkened for a second.

This journalists weren't scared. Right?

He had actually ordered that all websites and papers about him should be brought down and yet some pests still wrote things about him.

His phone rang and he glanced at the screen.

The words were boldly written with Italics writing and had a love emoji next to them. "Mother".

He picked up the call and placed the phone on his ear.

"Hello Mother." He called, awaiting the woman's response.

"Hi Baby... are you back?" The woman squealed.

"Yes." He answered, waiting Patiently for another question.

"How was New Orleans, hunny? I heard you met many women there."

"Where they beautiful?" She asked again.

"Tch!" A chuckle left his mouth, as he smiled for the first time since his plane landed on the Soil of New York City.

"Did you hear or you want to hear?" He asked, with a smirk.

"Tch! Sure a boring son I have. So tell, how was the country. I heard it's a country full of freaks."

"Don't go doing business with freaks Son..."

"Mother still loves you." She replied.

"Bye Mom,I have so many things to attend to." He mumbled, as he hanged up before she could say another word.

He tucked back the phone into his pocket... and walked back into the Mansion.

His phone rang again.. and he sighed.

It had just been Three Hours since he arrived in New York.

Though he had just left for a Business meeting Two weeks ago.

He knew that they would be excess file to attend to for the next few hours.

He stared at the screen..before picking the call.

"Hello." He said, as he picked the call.

"Good morning Sir... welcome back."

"You have a meeting in an hour with the Russian Investors." The voice of his secretary could be heard from the other side of the phone.

"Good. I'm on my way." He muttered.

T. B. C