A Bastard For The Heir

Not a Drop of Simon Costa's Blood!

“I’m going nowhere.” Wayne replied coldly, picking up his luggage and making his way to the center of the room, pausing to glance at the artworks on the wall.

None of the cushions, nor furniture, paintings of even artworks that were originally placed by his father had been changed. The Moore’s were really shameless!

He thought back and wondered what his father saw in them to become friends with the then helmsman, Mathias.

Mathias was a straightforward and honest man but he suddenly died of stroke and was secretly buried a day later, making Wayne wonder what else the Moore’s were hiding especially that woman.

“How dare you walk into this house uninvited? Does it look like we welcome every beggar on the street? It would be better you walk out with your miserable legs before we break them for you!” Nikki was outraged when she returned and met Wayne staring down at contempt at the family pictures on the wall.

Wayne paid no heed to her words, he only turned to give her a sinister smile. “Y