Arthur walked through the gardens alone. It was evening time and he was pondering upon everything that he had discussed with Thomas. "There's only one way to get your life back, Arthur, and it is to murder Chris Bolton." The words played on in his head continuously and when he couldn't take it anymore, he screamed and threw a punch at a flower vase. The vase fell on the floor and shattered into pieces, alerting the presence of the few guards and maids he had left. "Sir, are you okay?" His maid asked. There was a look of concern on the poor woman's face, but Arthur couldn't care more. "Fuck off!" He screamed, causing the maid to jolt back in shock and fall to the floor. Almost immediately, he turned on his heels and walked back to his house. His phone was ringing on the center table when he got in and staring at it, he saw that it was an unfamiliar number that was calling. It was probably one of his debtors. Arthur sighed and sank to the sofa. He was slowly losing his mind an

The D-Day came sooner than anticipated. After days of endless preparations, the time had finally come for Michael to step back and allow his son handle everything. A part of him was skeptical about leaving all his businesses in Chris' care, but he knew that it was a step in the right direction. If he didn't do that, Chris was going get further involved in the wrong business, in deals that didn't concern him, and that was going to lead to his end."You don't need to look so grumpy about it," Richard chipped in casually and placed an arm across Michael's shoulders. "As a friend, I'm telling you that what you've done is for the best. Chris is totally going to kill the role of CEO."Michael stared at the young man standing beside him with disgust evident in his eyes and slowly, he removed Richard's hand from his shoulder."First and foremost, we're not friends," Michael started."Fair enough," Richard shrugged. "Business partners then?""Not at all," Michael frowned. "I reached out to you

After his announcement, Michael Bolton didn't spend much time at the party, he stayed around for a while, spoke to some of the board members and investors present, then returned home. With the kind of life he once lived, parties were surprisingly not his favourite scene. His secretary Mrs. Yvonne, also left with him.Back at the party, Chris stood in a corner and observed the scene, feeling weirdly alone in a party which was supposedly thrown in his honour. He watched the workers in their little social circles and could feel their not so subtle stolen glances and gazes, he could see them whisper among themselves."Probably talking about my perceived incompetence," he thought quietly to himself. He so badly wanted to be with Rose or Monica, but their excessively uptight nature had made them choose duty over pleasure and they were probably stationed somewhere, fulfilling their duties as his bodyguards. The thought made him scowl. "Can I be made to understand why the new CEO, or shall

Thomas Bolton stayed silent and continued to look at his adopted son like he was a stranger. Richard in return tried his best too look at anywhere and anything else but him. "Leave me." Thomas said after a very long silence. "But father_" Richard started but stopped when Thomas slowly took a finger, placed it on his lip and breathed through his lips in a shush. "Careful how you use that word boy. You might be my son on paper but never fail to remember who you really are." Thomas said, stood to his feet and walked up to him. "An incapable bastard, who can't even make himself useful to his savior to show his gratitude," He whispered in his ear, with his palm on his shoulder. "Now, leave me while I figure out our next move to cover for your incapability" he said and walked away from him.Richard gritted his teeth really hard, till it felt like they would crack and with his fist clenched tight, he turned and walked away. He walked out, looked around at the guards and stormed off

Chris Bolton lay stretched out on his bed, feeling bored. Things had been slow and unexciting these past few days. He had resumed his duties as the new CEO of a chain of multi billion companies and had spent the past few days visiting the different companies, familiarizing himself with their affairs, the workers and board members. He had sat in so many meetings, that he began to fear he would have hemorrhoids. He had visited almost fifteen complaints and from what his new official personal assistant, Melanie Jones told him, he still had many others to visit. Melanie Jones was his first real personal assistant who didn't double as a body guard. Apparently, she had been undergoing training for the job for years under his dad's own personal assistant, Mrs. Yvonne. So far, she had proven herself to be quite good and efficient at her job. She was good at organizing, keeping tabs, blending into the background when she wasn't needed and quietly ensuring Chris did what he had to do. It was li