Be watchful and mind the people you trust because sugar and salt has the same color and not taste.

　　Becareful whom you call your friend, everything that glitter is not good.

　　In the middle of the night an old man named. "The old Roman". gave up a ghost.

　　He was the head of the Romans.

　　He named his twenty seven year old son who was actually his first after him.

　　Roman, was the eldest son of Mr Roman he was always contented with what his given and what he already has.

　　But his younger brother, Joshua who was twenty three years old was a club hard guy, he steals the ladies heart and the later he plays with it, because he was handsome and from a rich home.

　　Roman was more handsome and tall, he was damn sexy but he never makes out with any woman, but since his university level he had his eyes on a lady named Deborah.

　　She was a poor girl, who grew up only with the mother, she hawks energy drinks sometime different kinds of things to support her education, the day Roman mistakenly bought a bottle water on the way because traffic was heavy, he saw her that moment he fell in love with her and went closer to her in school.

　　Although he never make known his motives, The old Roman actually sees Joshua as a prodigal son, so before his death he willed almost everything to his first son, and left just per company and a mansion for Joshua.

　　The Romans where among the three richest family in the clan, which is the country.

　　The old Roman loved his first son so much, so he blessed him before his death even when he was absent.

　　In the morning the maid came to take care of the old man as usual but she she walked in he wasn't breathing.

　　"Good morning sir, are you okay?".

　　she greeted repeatedly but got know response she gently lifted the quit before covering her nostrils with her hands.

　　"omg, I can't believe this".

　　She took to her heels and ran through the cold hallway to the other side of the villa where Roman lived.

　　As he was coming out he met her and she fell on her knees barely breathing.

　　"I... I didn't.. I didn't...

　　"you didn't what, what's going on?"

　　She lifted her arm and pointed at the direction and Romans as a wise man understood what she meant asap.

　　He crouched down and helped her up. "my father is very old, I know you didn't kill him nor your colleagues it's his time and his gone don't worry stand on your feet.

　　The woman nodded in agreement she was assured now.

　　Roman called his younger brother and informed him about the dealth of their father and he replied.

　　"hey boring bro, don't ever worry me for nothing anymore, can't you see I'm enjoying my sleep, and you're informing me about that smelly old popsys death",

　　"Are you serious right now?"

　　He didn't reply he gently dropped the call and went on rocking a woman's ass.

　　Roman sighed and strolled out the big door, informing his guards to take care of it.

　　He called off all his appointments for that week to morn his dear father, different people came to pay their condolences and left, but some wondered why the youngest son weren't at home, but why?.

　　Benita ❤️❤️❤️