Chapter 29

Now that his safety had been compromised, Lucas knew that he had to do all he could to stop further attacks on himself and Kiara. It was one thing to be a billionaire and enjoy the good things of life and another thing to be constantly faced with several threats and problems. Lucas had no idea what he could do to stop them but if there was one thing he knew, it was that he had to heighten the security in and around his house. Staying within his house didn't make him feel safe anymore and if someone could even attempt to poison him, it only meant that whoever was behind all of this would come for him very soon.

''Sir, is everythuing alright?'' Harry asked.

He had noticed the young master moody all day and he had no idea why he was like that. Times without number, he had attemptted to start a conversation with him and now that he got the boldness to do so, he wasn't even sure if it was a good idea.

''Just think Harry, nothing much.'' Lucas replied.

Its been over a week since the poisoining incident but still, he couldn't quite get his mind off it. It just seemed like with every passing day, his fears about his saftey and that of Kiara, his wife heightened.

''I don't think you should think too much sir. Everything is going to be alright, i strongly believe that.'' Harry said.

Lucas appreciated his encouragement but in times like this, he wasn't so sure if that would help the situation because it was far too delicate to be brushed aside with mere words of encouragement.

''Thank you. Please call a meeting of all my security details. I need to speak with them.'' Lucas said, downing the rest of his drink.

''Right away sir.'' he said before leaving the room.

Soon, Lucas sat at the head of the conference table, surrounded by his security team. He leaned back in his chair, arms folded across his chest, and surveyed the room. The team was comprised of six men, all of them well-built and with stern expressions etched on their faces.

"Okay, gentlemen," the man said, "let's get to work. My wife and I are going to be attending a high-profile event next week, and I want to make sure we're both safe and secure."

The security team nodded in unison, their eyes fixed on their employer.

"First things first,"Lucas continued, "we need to assess the venue. What's the layout? Are there any potential escape routes? And most importantly, what's the security situation like?"

One of the security men spoke up. "Sir, we've already done some preliminary research on the venue. It's a high-security facility with multiple layers of protection. We've also identified several potential exit points and have already mapped out escape routes."

"Good," he said. "What about our own security measures? What kind of equipment do we have?"

Another security man chimed in. "Sir, we have a full suite of protective gear, including bulletproof vests, helmets, and shields. We'll also have a team of snipers stationed nearby and a medical team on standby."

Lucas nodded in approval. "Excellent. And what about the guests? Do we have any intel on potential threats?"

The head of the security team spoke up. "Sir, we've conducted thorough background checks on all the guests, and we've identified several individuals who could pose a potential threat. We'll be keeping a close eye on them throughout the event."

Lucas leaned forward in his chair. "Okay, good work so far. But what about our own behavior? What can we do to minimize the risk?"

One of the security men spoke up. "Sir, we'll be assigning a personal security detail to both you and your wife. They'll be with you at all times, ensuring your safety and alerting us to any potential threats. We'll also be conducting regular sweeps of the area and monitoring all communications."

Lucas nodded in satisfaction. "Okay, that sounds good. Let's go over the plan one more time, just to make sure everyone's on the same page."

And with that, the team launched into a detailed review of the security plan, discussing every potential scenario and contingency. Lucas sat back in his chair, a sense of relief washing over him. He knew that with this team in charge, he and his wife would be safe and secure, no matter what.

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It was a typical Wednesday evening when Kiara came home from work, exhausted after a long day at the office. As she walked through the front door of her massive home, she noticed something out of place on the coffee table. It was a manila envelope with her husband's name on it.

Kiara's husband, had been acting strange lately. He had been coming home late from work and was constantly on his phone, sending messages at all hours of the day and night. Kiara had suspected that something was going on, but she never had any proof and at first, she thought that it was as a result of the poisoning incident that had taken place a few weeks ago but she brushed ut aside because she realized that that might not be it.

Curiosity got the better of her, Kiara opened the envelope and started going through the documents. Her heart sank as she realized what she was reading. The documents contained evidence of Lucas' involvement in a fraudulent scheme a company, and it was clear that he had been pocketing money that didn't belong to him.

As she continued reading, she couldn't believe what she was seeing. The evidence was overwhelming, and it was clear that Lucas had been leading a double life. Kiara felt betrayed and angry, and all she could think about was how she had been kept in the dark all this time.

Without hesitation, Kiara picked up her phone and dialed the number of a lawyer she knew. As she waited for the call to connect, she realized that her life was about to change forever. She knew that confronting Lucas with the evidence would be difficult, but she also knew that she couldn't keep quiet any longer.

Kiara took a deep breath and steadied her nerves as the phone rang. She knew that the road ahead would be tough, but she was determined to do what was right. As the lawyer picked up the phone, Kiara felt a sense of relief wash over her. She was no longer alone in this, and together they would fight for justice.

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Lucas sat at the kitchen table, staring blankly at the wall in front of him. He had noticed Kiara, acting strangely over the past few weeks. She had been spending more time on her phone than usual, often staying up late into the night typing away. She had become distant, no longer interested in spending time with him or their activities. Lucas couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

As he sat there lost in thought, she walked into the kitchen. She was dressed in her work clothes, ready to head out the door.

"Morning, love," she said, kissing him on the cheek.

"Morning," he replied, his eyes still fixed on the wall.

Kiara paused, sensing something was off.

"Is everything okay?" she asked, concern in her voice.

He hesitated for a moment before finally speaking up.

"I've noticed that you've been acting strangely lately," he said, his voice quiet but firm.

Kiara looked taken aback by his words.

"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice slightly defensive.

"I mean that you've been spending a lot of time on your phone, staying up late, and not really being present with us. It's like you're hiding something," he replied, his frustration and worry beginning to show.

KIara sighed heavily before finally speaking.

"I'm sorry, Lucas. I know I've been distant lately, but it's nothing to worry about. I've just been dealing with some work stuff that's been stressing me out," she said, trying to reassure him.

He didn't look convinced.

"Can't you talk to me about it? We're in this together, remember?" he said, his tone softer now.

Kiara nodded, looking relieved.

"I know, and I will. I promise," she said, before quickly kissing him on the cheek and heading out the door.

Lucas watched her go, still feeling uneasy. He knew that something wasn't right, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He would have to keep a closer eye on her and hope that she would open up to him soon.

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It was a typical Wednesday afternoon when three policemen knocked on the door of Lucas' house on the outskirts of town. He opened the door and was met with stern faces and a serious tone.

"Good afternoon, sir," said the officer in the front. "We need to ask you some questions. May we come in?"

Lucas, puzzled by the sudden visit, nodded and led the officers to his living room. He offered them a seat while he stood by the door, trying to understand what was going on.

"We're here to ask you about an incident that occurred at the convenience store on Elm Street," said the same officer.

Lucas' heart skipped a beat. He vaguely remembered passing by the store earlier that day, but he couldn't recall anything out of the ordinary.

"What incident?" he asked nervously.

"There was a robbery," said the officer. "And we have reason to believe that you were there at the time."

Lucas' mind raced as he tried to come up with an explanation. He had nothing to do with the robbery, but he couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt.

"I didn't do anything," he said, his voice shaking. "I swear."

The officer sighed and stood up. "I'm sorry, sir, but we'll have to take you down to the station for further questioning."

Lucas nodded, defeated, and allowed the officers to handcuff him. He was led outside his home, surrounded by flashing lights and curious neighbors. He couldn't believe that he was being taken in for a crime he didn't commit, a billionaire like him.

As the police car drove away, Lucas couldn't help but wonder how his life had taken such a dark turn. He hoped that the truth would come out soon and that he would be able to clear his name. But for now, all he could do was wait and pray that justice would prevail.