"They're my enemies, Mom. Not even close to friends," I confessed and stopped mimicking Noah's tiny waves of laughter. "That party was made to get back at me. To make fun of me. They achieve it. But I achieved more from it. It's a win-win." "I'm so sorry about what happened to you in the past, honey. I couldn't imagine what you have experienced at the hands of your in-laws. And during your college days." Mom said, her eyes started swelling. "Don't worry about me, Mom," I reassured her as I rested Noah on my chest. "I was bullied, humiliated, mocked, and insulted. Whatever you call it for the past eight years. But looked at me now. I'm a little stronger." "And I couldn't be more proud of you, Zach. Mom and Dad raised you more than as a parent." Mom replied. "Speaking of them, how are they? Are they still living in that small house?" I can see in Mom's eyes she also longed to see her parents. Since he got married to Dad, she was forbidden to talk and see them, not e

Two hours ago. Jennie knocked on my door before she stepped foot into my office. "I'll be out for a few minutes to buy the scented flowers you requested for the dinner date." She asked, "Do you have any other things you want me to get you?" I looked into the corner for a few seconds before I could answer Jennie's inquiry. My glimmering and expensive suits are ready. The car, driver, and bodyguards that would send and assist me to the restaurant were also on standby outside. "What else do I need... hmmm." I drummed the surface of my desk while digging into my brain. "I think that would be all, Ms. Pineda. But are you sure you can get back before four?" She looked at her wristwatch. "That's long enough to buy flowers. But if I can't come back before four, I'll just send the flowers to the address..." "NO!" I exclaimed, cutting her sentence before she could finish it, which also caught her by surprise. "You need to get back before four. Please, make sure of that

All his minions typed "YES" like pouring rain, dominating the entire conversation. No wonder the messages reached a thousand in a matter of hours. They were praising him like a saint even if he was a devil. What else could I say? Money is everything to them. There was no point for me to get mad at them anymore. My rage toward Clark and those who helped him beat me to death was beyond imagination. Every drop of blood in my veins boiled, and my urge to see their blood in my hands surged, but I realized there was nothing I could do as a mere houseboy. So I opened my camera and took a selfie of me filled with bandages. Then, I sent it to the group chat with the caption, "Luckily, I was given another chance to live. To those who want to know how I have been doing, I'm at the hospital right now. A group of men beat me to death. But I am thankful for what they did as it helped me realize what a true power could do. MY TURN NOW!" None of them reacted to my message, but I alre

My bodyguard was about to nod his head but I ordered them to wait for me outside. "You heard him right, Clark. As bright as day. For the record, my name is Zachary Llamas Fisher. You, people, don't know that because I have been hiding my identity for all my life." Imagine my surprise when Clark and his friends scoffed even after being locked up in the precinct's holding cells. "Do you expect me to believe that?" Clark blurred. "I think you need to see an expert doctor to get your brain checked, Zachary." "Say all you want, Clark," I replied with a smile on my face to piss them furthermore. "No one's forcing you to believe me. And it's a good thing for me that you don't believe it. But I'll make you believe me once you all rot in jail. I'll make sure that none of you will see another sunrise." There's no point in hiding my identity from them now. Clark and his friends are already locked up with no other way to escape. Not even his Dad can convince me to withdraw my char

Mr. Roberto nodded at me, and my gesture to remain calm despite the rumbling of my chest began ripping off my chest. "What the hell is going on?" I asked myself as I attempted to think of one good reason Dad wanted to see me with his business partners. Is he planning to introduce me to them again? No. The people with him in this room were the company's board of directors. The only familiar face I recognized from them was Mr. Cedrick. But he also saw me at the golf course and was introduced by Dad as one of the Fishers. "Please, come on in, Mr. Llamas." Mr. Roberto nodded at me for the second time. A part of me wanted to run away when I was not planning to withdraw the case. I need justice. But I was left with no other choice. There was this part of me who was curious about what the hell was going on inside. Dad could have called me by the name everyone wanted to hear - Zachary Fisher, or at least my "son". I had to get to the bottom of everything, so I bowed at eve