The Daehan family were the wealthiest family 8n the whole of the city. They were widely known by all. They had companies and houses around the country of New York.

Mr. Nicholas Daehan was a billionaire who had all he wanted. He had a wife named Priscilla, she owned an entry and an event center. She being the wife of Mr. Daehan, prole considered her lucky.

The beautiful couple has been married for 10 years. They had two kids lovely kids; a boy and a girl whom they proudly named Carrey and Ella. Carrey was 7 years old while Ella was 4 years old.

At school, the teachers claimed to be so nice to be so nice to the kids to get the parent's attention. Mrs Priscilla wasn't a woman who looked at people, she didn't care about the way they behaved towards her and her family. Words kept running through her head as countless people approached her.[ they just keep coming because of money].

Most times, the role of Mrs Priscilla as a mother and wife was played by a nanny who was Debrah, a girl who had dropped out of school.

Mr Nicholas walked into the massive mansion of a home sitting on the exclusive couch and sighing in great relief.

'. Welcome sir!' Debrah greeted as she took off his shoes.

'. Where are the kids?'.

'. Mrs Priscilla went for an appointment, so she ordered the driver to pick them up.

'. It's okay. He said getting up to his feet.

'. Should I serve your meal?'.

'. I would eat with the kids when they return.

'. Okay, sir. And he walked to his room.

Sitting there was a desperate man who couldn't stop persuading Mrs Priscilla.

'.Well if you say so. Mr Torres said.

'. I still suggest that I get my husband in this...

...I mean he is the only one who can confirm all you just said.

'. But you don't have to...whatever he has is also yours!'.

'. Mr Torres, we are a couple who don't hide secrets...'.

'. But you have to do this for me...I need this more than ever.

'. If you say so. She said and he brought out an agreement letter.

'. You can sign here!'. He sounded so desperate.

'...[Chuckled]....you don't get it, do you?'.

'. No, I don't.....just help me with this offer.

'. I still need to tell my husband...I can't sign'.

'. But....why do you have to?!'.

'. He is my husband and I can't give out his shares without his consent.

'. I know all that!'.

'. Then why do you still want me to do it?!'.

'. He is your husband and also loves you so much...he won't get mad at you.

' .....Are you afraid of my husband, Mr Nicholas?'. She asked as she raised her eyes from the desk to him.

'. No.....I....don't!'. He stuttered.

'. Lying to me would only make the situation worse.

'. You are right...I am afraid of him, he is a no-nonsense man...I can't stand him.

'.Fine then'. She stood up holding her handbag.

'. Are you leaving?'. He got up.

'. Yes'. She looked at him.

'. But the ag...'. She cut in.

'. Like I said earlier...I must speak to my husband, whatever decision he makes I am cool with it. She walked out of the office. Mr Torres banged his desk angrily.

Getting home, Mrs Priscilla sighed heavily sitting on the soda. She stared at her watch, it was 26 minutes pasted 10 p.m. She returned home late.

'. Deb! Deb!'. She called the maid.

'. Ma!'. She ran to take her bag.

'. Thank you '.

'. Good evening....is my husband back?'.

'. Yes, he is!'.

'. Why did he return so early?'.

'. I am not in the right position to answer '.

'. Okay....where are the kids?'.

'. They are asleep'.

'. You may go now.

'. What about dinner?'.

'. You do not have to.

'. Okay!'. And she walked away.

Mrs. Priscilla walked into the bedroom, she sat on the bed taking off her necklace earrings, and bracelets.

'. Returning so late makes you feel better right?'. Mr Nicholas said from the room. Both rooms are separated by a curtain.

'. Do you have to sit there all day waiting for me?'.

'. What's up with this business of yours?'. He said walking towards her.

'. I can't be a housewife...when we met I did thousands of business daily...okay'.

'. What about the kids?'.

'. You are a father, what's bad if you just stay a day with them?'.

' the reason I came home earlier today'.

'. Am so proud of you..don't stop being a good dad'.

'. Why would a nanny, a young girl who is old enough to be our first kid play the role of a mother and a wife for you!!....tell me why!!'. He said angrily.

'. You can yell for all I care.....but I am not going to stop my business, rather you should retire from your job and stay with the kids.

'. I love you so much and won't go hard on you, but trust me....if anything happens to my kids I will hand you over to the cops'. And he walks away.

'.[Sighs]...Jeez!!'.

The following morning, the family sat in the dining room waiting for their meal to be served.

'. Mom!...you returned and couldn't check up on us. Carrey said.

'. Oh, darling..am so sorry, I returned tired, weak, and sleepy...am so sorry. She apologized to them.

'.I missed my favorite bedtime stories and songs.

'. Like I said...am sorry, I promise to make it up to you ...okay?'.

'. Okay'.

The lovely couples watched as their kids walked into the car, the driver was going to take them to school.

'. Make sure you bring them back safely and drive with caution. Mr Nicholas told the driver.

'. Okay, sir. He entered the car and zoomed off

'. Well, I was gonna tell you something yesterday. Mrs Priscilla said.

'. Go on.

'. You need to see Mr Torres, he has some business to deal with you'.

'. About shares?'.

'. Yes, he pleaded'.

'. And my answer is no!'

'. Why?'.

'. No!'.

'. Why?... I mean he was pleading desperately and from all I could see it was urgent....come on'.

'. Priscilla, so you go behind my back to discuss the shares of my companies with some stranger!'.

'. Darling do not drag this too far, all am asking is a yes, so I can sign the agreement'.

'. I do not do business with someone who cannot keep the affairs of his company.

'. Fine!...you are being too stingy to others and that's not fair.

'. Stingy to others?....have you forgotten how you once introduced me to a fraudster and now you want me to say yes to your so-called proposal'.

'. Why do you love bringing up the past?!'. She said as tears dropped from her eyes.

'.[Sighs].....babe I didn't mean it...I am sorry. He apologized.

'. Your answer is no right?.... I will just go tell him. She walked to her car.

At Mr Torres's office, his bodyguard ran into the office.

'. Why did you come at such speed?'.

'. I am sorry...but m, Mrs Priscilla Daehan is here'.

'. Really!!'. He smiled.

'. She refused to come into your office.

'. Oh, fine then. He took the agreement letter and ran out.

'. You are welcome. He smiled at her, but she didn't seem too happy.

'. What are you holding?'.

'. The agreement letter'.

'. I would advise you to dump it in the trash bin beside you. And he looked at the trash bin.

'. Did he ....'.

'. You better not say..... he declined!'.

'. No! No! No!'.

'. You should deal with your stuff'.

'. Boss".

'. What!!'. He yelled at the staff who was going to hand him the telephone.

'. A call..... it seems to be from Mr. Daehan'. And he took it from her in a hurry.

'. Hello!'.

'. Hi'.

'.Hi Mr Nicholas.....please do not decline'.

'. I am sorry.

'. I understand. And he handed back the telephone to the staff.

'. I am sorry, things didn't go as planned. Mrs Priscilla said.

'. Am leaving'. And she walked away.

'. We are doomed!!!!'. Mr Torres yelled angrily as he tore the letters and threw them at his staff.