WriterKing

Paul was having the worse day of his life. He has completed school but was without a job and had to return home to stay with his mom. And when the parents of his girlfriend, Talatu, insisted that she marries a doctor working abroad, Paul was devastated.
But out of the blues, Eric, his school friend, called. Eric had a plan…it was sinister and not strictly legal, but if executed properly, it would make them rich and Paul would have Talatu back.
When Eric’s simple plan ran out of control, and took a turn for the worse, Paul found himself not only fighting to keep his dream going, but also to keep himself alive.
But Paul is fueled by a need for revenge and his determination to reach the billionaire status keeps him going. He must have his full revenge on Talatu who had abandoned him and on her parents who have openly despised him.
Would his plan of becoming a billionaire come true? Would he have his revenge on the people who he trusted but who despised and stabbed him in the back? And at what price would he get the satisfaction he so desperately yearns for?

DESPISED: SOON TO BE A BILLIONAIRE'S DARK REVENGE

I dreamt about dying. That I was running in the field and policemen were chasing me, calling me to stop. I ran, but the faster I ran, the closer they got to me. Then I saw Sarah. She was standing right behind a tree, and she was frowning at me, an expression she carries on her face when she wasn't happy with me.

I stopped and stared back at her, afraid to draw close to her. She seemed strange, different, a ghost of her former self. She stretched out her hand to hold me, but for some reason, I drew back again.

"I love you," I said. "Come back to me, Sarah. I love you."

"Come, my love," she said. "I won't harm you. I love you."

I stretched my hand and held her hand.

"That's lovely. Now I know that you love me, and you would avenge my death."

Then her face turned into Talatu's face, my former girlfriend who jilted me to marry the doctor. She had longs hairs that had the heads of snakes at their end.

"You are the last person I want to marry," she said. "You are a loser and you don't have money."

I pulled my hand away from her, but it felt like pulling my hand away from wrestler's grip.

"Let me go," I said, screaming. "Let me go."

She began to laugh. It was loud and heartless, the laughter of a menacing killer.

"Let me go," I screamed again, but Talatu laughed louder.

I yanked my hand harder, and the hand came off free, and then I woke up from the dream.

I sat in the living room with my heart pounding and sweat running down my back and chest in spite of the cold weather. The thought of Sarah's death came back to my mind, and I felt another wave of deep depression ran over me.

"What kind of dream is this?" I muttered. "What does it mean? Why am I seeing Talatu's face in my dream?"

Then it hit me, the way a strong punch would hit an opposing boxer and knock him out.

The doctor who killed Sarah could be Talatu's husband to be. That one that called about a year ago and warned me not to call her number again. That thought alone took away every iota of sleep left in me for the rest of the night.

SLEEPLESS