"Oh look! It's Blue!" A voice boomed in the hallway. The voice belonged to Arthur's biggest and most persistent bully, Matthew. Or Matt, as his classmates and friends called him. Immediately, the students that filled the hallway parted ways leaving a boy whose face was glued to his worn-out pair of Nike Air shoes in the middle of the crowd. The shoe was originally white but due to being overused, it was now brown and tattered barely covering the wearer's legs. The leather bag that hung on his shoulder was held by the strap to the bag by a light thread that looked like it would fall apart anytime soon. The zipper of the bag was held together by wool that closed the teeth of the zip since the zipper had long worn out. His clothes were in no better condition. They looked wrinkled and faded out. Even though the shirt was blue, the blue was faded out due to having been worn five days in a row, hence the nickname. The faded-out jean trousers covering the lower half of his body were worse

"Mr. Robert?""It's nice to see you again, Young Master." The so-called Mr. Robert said with a deep bow and a smile."The feeling is not mutual," Arthur replied coldly. "Young Master!" Mr. Robert yelled hopelessly. Arthur rolled his eyes and walked away from the man. The guards could smell the fish that reeked on his body but they did not dare to close their nostrils or say something was smelling.Arthur noticed the uncomfortable look on their faces and a low sigh escaped his lips."Why are you here, Mr. Robert?" He asked parking his bicycle, his eyes on the punctured tire. How was he to repair that when he had no money for food? If only the popsicles hadn't fallen into the pool, he would have at least had them for dinner. No food was going to waste."Are you listening to me, Young Master?" Mr. Robert's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He looked up with a tired look, he faked a yawn and released a sigh."I would love to stay and chat with you, Mr. Robert, but unfortunately I'm

It was no news that the Young Master of the Duderte Empire was insanely handsome. It was the word that was on the lips of all the maids.They would stand in a group of threes to fives and talk about how handsome and hot they thought their Young Master was. Anabelle, the maid that had gone to call him for dinner was narrating her ordeal when the head of maids, Mrs. Elle stepped behind them."Not only is our Young Master handsome, but his voice is also a huge bonus. He spoke to me in a voice yesterday and I almost melted. It was deep and gruff. It vibrated all my insides!""That must have been a huge turn-on for you!""You bet! I have a huge crush on him. Since we're on this topic, I'm in charge of his room from now on.""No fair, Anna! I want to hear his beautiful deep voice as well!" The maid with black hair said waving the rag in her hand in the face of the maid she called Anna."So do we." The other maids agreed."Well, I said it first so..." Annabelle replied with her chest shot o

Arthur stared at the door that his Father just exited his room through. He looked down at the paper on the coffee table that covered the fruits in the fruit bowl. He lowered his body slowly and took the paper. His eyes skimmed the tiny fonts written on the paper and slowly, tears welled up his eyes. His Father wasn't lying. He had to kill his mother. His eyes subconsciously drifted to where his Father sat earlier. A USB drive was sitting on the couch like it had been mistakenly left there. He grabbed it and looked around the room for a laptop or anything he could plug it in. He found none so he stepped out of his room. He met a maid as soon as he stepped out. "Hi." He greeted. The maid turned around with a blush and bowed her head. "Good day, Young Master. What can I do for you?" "A Laptop. I need a Laptop." "A lap-?" "Yes, a Laptop." He affirmed. "I'll get you yours right away, Young Master." A voice came from behind the maid. Arthur and the maid turned their head to the di