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A Man Called Revenge Chapter 87: The Gambler's Lie
When the family arrived home, they were unusually quiet. Really quiet and numb. All eyes were on Gary. Madam Ann, William and his wife, Enrique, Donald, Ruth, Evelyn, Nova. They kept staring at Gary like he was some kind of ghost who had appeared from the dead to haunt them. Enrique was the first to speak. “Nice trick you pulled back there, Gary. Really nice trick. I’ve always known you to be a loser, little did I know you are also a trickster, a scammer and a fucking theif. I’m not even gonna say much, cause you would never be able to pull out two hundred million dollars. Not in this lifetime, not in the next.” Enrique scoffed and walked upstairs to his room. He was ashamed to gaze into Nova’s eyes. He had embarrassed himself in front of her. And again, who saved his ass? Gary. Gary, Gary, Gary. Ruth said nothing. She simply brushed past him with a slight, “Weirdo!” Donald walked up to him. “I’d love to see you pay for that painting. I’d love to see the whole world laugh at
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 88: Lovebirds In The Kitchen?
The iPhone alarm was loud, brutal, and excruciating. It always worked. Evelyn got out of bed a little late. She had spent the entire night trying to find a good spot for her restaurant, find potential investors, and leads. But she kept being distracted by Gary, Gary, Gary. Gary was a mysterious soul. He kept pulling stunts that were absolutely abnormal. This made Evelyn even more intentional about getting married to him. She took a shower and put on some nice clothes. A simple but classic high-waist black split skirt and a female tuxedo, white and brilliant. She walked out of her room, grabbing her car keys. She headed to the kitchen to find something to eat. But standing there was Gary. She smiled from the doorway as she saw him cook with precision and passion. He was not and should not be the one cooking. Just before she stepped foot into the kitchen, she heard a female’s voice giggling. “Oh Gary, you are so funny. Tell me, how did you survive without a mom and a dad? You mu
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 89: The Man Behind The Glass
The towering glass edifice of Arcadia Estates & Holdings Inc. stood like a monument to ambition itself, thirty-eight stories of reflective glass slicing into the morning sky like a knife. It was more than a building; it was a declaration. Sleek, corporate, and intimidating in its modern elegance, Arcadia wasn’t just one of the biggest real estate development firms in the country—it was the biggest. Where empires were built, where billion-dollar deals were signed behind closed doors lined with bulletproof glass and designer furniture. Evelyn Lancaster drove her silver coupe into the underground parking lot, her jaw set, her fingers clenched around the steering wheel. Every minute since she left the house had been a war inside her head—Nova's laughter echoing, Gary’s calmness haunting. The image of them standing in the kitchen together, like it was their home. Their kitchen. Their morning. She slammed her door shut and stormed through the revolving doors of Arcadia, her high heels
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 90: Where Lions Walk In
The air was thick, musty, warm, and infused with the greasy scent of leftover fried food. Evelyn Lancaster stepped into the consultant’s office like a queen trapped in a pigsty. She blinked twice, taking in the mess of open pizza boxes, ketchup-stained napkins, and soda cans lined up like trophies on the cluttered desk. The fluorescent lighting overhead flickered like it too was tired of being here. "My God," she murmured, covering her nose slightly. "Don’t you people have an air conditioner in this place?" The man behind the desk didn't even glance up. His round belly peeked out from under a shirt that hadn’t seen detergent in a week. He was busy munching on a sloppy sandwich, his eyes half-lidded behind grease-smeared glasses. With a slow, lazy drag of his thumb, he scrolled through a spreadsheet on his computer, then took another loud sip of soda through a straw that was slowly dying under the weight of its own carbonation. "Tell me," he said, his voice nasal and uninterested,
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 1: A Hound in Their Den
"Kneel!" The word cut through the room like a whip. Gary Wang stood frozen, his fingers clenched into fists. His legs ached from hours of standing, but he wouldn’t kneel. Not this time. Around him, the laughter swelled. The Lancaster family, their guests, their servants—they all watched, waiting for the show to begin. William Lancaster sighed, swirling the whiskey in his glass. "I said, kneel, you douche-bag!" A sharp kick suddenly slammed into the back of Gary’s knee. His leg buckled, and before he could catch himself, he was on the floor, a silent grunt escaping his dry lips. Laughter erupted. Someone clapped. A joke was made at his expense, but Gary didn’t hear it. All he heard was his own breathing. Heavy. Slow. He looked up. Across the room, Evelyn stood there, watching. His wife, his wife, who never defended him. His wife, who didn’t look away, was she enjoying the scene? Gary swallowed hard. He couldn’t tell. But he would remember this night like every other night—ever
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 2: Kneel
Gary’s knees became even weaker. Truth be told, he had not expected his wife to refuse her mother’s command. Madam Ann was a ruthless woman, and disobeying her had no sweet end. He just did not believe that Evelyn would say it so easily, so comfortably, as if he meant nothing to her, as if what they shared meant nothing to her. “Do it, Gary, and do not make this night any worse. You have caused me too many troubles in my life already!” Evelyn added, making sure her message was passed on loud and clear. Evelyn hugged herself tighter, eyes darting away—like she cared, or maybe just didn’t. Gary was not a mad dog who would attack someone simply for touching his wife. It went deeper. He had seen this Kage of a varmint smooch his wife in her bedroom one time. It cut his heart. When he confronted Evelyn, she said they were simply having a good time and that no strings were attached. Gary despised Kage with every fibre of his being. He was a simp, a pecker-head and a good-for-nothing
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 3: Zombies In The Kitchen?
Gary didn’t waste a second. He snatched a rumpled blue shirt, sprayed some cheap cologne, grabbed his wallet, and bolted from the room, nearly tripping over his own feet in the rush. Going through the living room was a bad idea. Gary knew that the Lancasters were demons and did not care about his grandmother. They’d paid her hospital bills as part of their deal, sure, but after that? She could rot for all they cared. Whatever happened to the old lady after their agreement was none of their concern. So he crept to the kitchen’s back door, silent as a ghost. He eased it shut behind him, praying no one noticed. He made sure to draw no attention The kitchen was unusually dark. The lights were always turned on. Madam Ann hated the dark and made sure her mansion was properly lit, from the underground chambers to the garage and to her room. She believed in vampires and believed that keeping her room properly lit kept them away. Nevertheless, Gary quietly tiptoed until he found the doork
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 4: All Hope Lost
10 minutes. That’s all Gary had left to save her. “Mother,” Kage said, wiping blood from his lip with his shirt, “let him be.” His voice was calm—too calm—catching everyone off guard. Madam Ann looked surprised. “What the hell do you mean, Kage? I have called the police, and Gary should be flogged and locked up for the next 5 months! How dare he raise his hand on a Howard? Mr. Howard’s first son!? He must pay!” she screamed as though she was the one who had received the punch. Kage smiled, smooth as oil. “Mother, I get it—my father’s one of the richest men alive. I could ruin this guy with a nod. But I won’t let emotions rule me, not like your precious ‘son-in-law.’” His tone was soft, mocking. The room froze. Kage and mercy? That mix was a bomb waiting to blow. “Let him leave. I am fine. Evelyn deserves a better man who does not fight like a mad Lion,” Kage continued, his voice smooth and calculated, his lips curling into a smirk. “And she will get better. We all know that.” Ga
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Chapter 90: Where Lions Walk In
The air was thick, musty, warm, and infused with the greasy scent of leftover fried food. Evelyn Lancaster stepped into the consultant’s office like a queen trapped in a pigsty. She blinked twice, taking in the mess of open pizza boxes, ketchup-stained napkins, and soda cans lined up like trophies on the cluttered desk. The fluorescent lighting overhead flickered like it too was tired of being here. "My God," she murmured, covering her nose slightly. "Don’t you people have an air conditioner in this place?" The man behind the desk didn't even glance up. His round belly peeked out from under a shirt that hadn’t seen detergent in a week. He was busy munching on a sloppy sandwich, his eyes half-lidded behind grease-smeared glasses. With a slow, lazy drag of his thumb, he scrolled through a spreadsheet on his computer, then took another loud sip of soda through a straw that was slowly dying under the weight of its own carbonation. "Tell me," he said, his voice nasal and uninterested,
Chapter 89: The Man Behind The Glass
The towering glass edifice of Arcadia Estates & Holdings Inc. stood like a monument to ambition itself, thirty-eight stories of reflective glass slicing into the morning sky like a knife. It was more than a building; it was a declaration. Sleek, corporate, and intimidating in its modern elegance, Arcadia wasn’t just one of the biggest real estate development firms in the country—it was the biggest. Where empires were built, where billion-dollar deals were signed behind closed doors lined with bulletproof glass and designer furniture. Evelyn Lancaster drove her silver coupe into the underground parking lot, her jaw set, her fingers clenched around the steering wheel. Every minute since she left the house had been a war inside her head—Nova's laughter echoing, Gary’s calmness haunting. The image of them standing in the kitchen together, like it was their home. Their kitchen. Their morning. She slammed her door shut and stormed through the revolving doors of Arcadia, her high heels
Chapter 88: Lovebirds In The Kitchen?
The iPhone alarm was loud, brutal, and excruciating. It always worked. Evelyn got out of bed a little late. She had spent the entire night trying to find a good spot for her restaurant, find potential investors, and leads. But she kept being distracted by Gary, Gary, Gary. Gary was a mysterious soul. He kept pulling stunts that were absolutely abnormal. This made Evelyn even more intentional about getting married to him. She took a shower and put on some nice clothes. A simple but classic high-waist black split skirt and a female tuxedo, white and brilliant. She walked out of her room, grabbing her car keys. She headed to the kitchen to find something to eat. But standing there was Gary. She smiled from the doorway as she saw him cook with precision and passion. He was not and should not be the one cooking. Just before she stepped foot into the kitchen, she heard a female’s voice giggling. “Oh Gary, you are so funny. Tell me, how did you survive without a mom and a dad? You mu
Chapter 87: The Gambler's Lie
When the family arrived home, they were unusually quiet. Really quiet and numb. All eyes were on Gary. Madam Ann, William and his wife, Enrique, Donald, Ruth, Evelyn, Nova. They kept staring at Gary like he was some kind of ghost who had appeared from the dead to haunt them. Enrique was the first to speak. “Nice trick you pulled back there, Gary. Really nice trick. I’ve always known you to be a loser, little did I know you are also a trickster, a scammer and a fucking theif. I’m not even gonna say much, cause you would never be able to pull out two hundred million dollars. Not in this lifetime, not in the next.” Enrique scoffed and walked upstairs to his room. He was ashamed to gaze into Nova’s eyes. He had embarrassed himself in front of her. And again, who saved his ass? Gary. Gary, Gary, Gary. Ruth said nothing. She simply brushed past him with a slight, “Weirdo!” Donald walked up to him. “I’d love to see you pay for that painting. I’d love to see the whole world laugh at
Chapter 86: A Gentleman's Goodbye
Soon, the event came to an end, and Gary walked out quickly. He left early before anyone could get the chance to speak to him—especially the curious ones, the whispering elites, and the suspicious investors who now looked at him differently. It wasn’t that he wanted to avoid attention. He had walked into the gala already a man no one cared to notice—but now, after dropping two hundred million dollars like he was picking up the tab for dinner, he had become a name that didn’t match the face. The courtyard of the Edgar Mansion was mostly empty now. The wine carts had been rolled back into the side chambers, the last of the string quartet had vanished into the building like shadows retreating into the walls. The night had cooled, the stars above scattered like diamond dust, and the red carpet, once packed with feet and perfume and flirtations, now lay still—except for Gary, who moved toward the parking space, toward the sleek black car where he’d wait for Nova, Evelyn, and the rest
Chapter 85: The Man Who Brought Silence
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer called out, his voice booming over the crystal chandeliers and the elegant hum of old money. “As you may already know, our very own beloved Edmond Edgar is an artist of great renown. A master of oil and patience. A son to our gracious host, Mr. Edgar himself. Tonight, one of his most revered pieces will be auctioned off to the highest bidder. We will start the bidding at five million dollars.” There was a slow ripple of applause—reserved, polite, noble. All the kind of applause rich people gave when pretending they weren’t desperate. And yet, there was hunger in the room. The kind of hunger that made men betray their brothers and women poison their sisters. That painting wasn't just a pretty canvas—it was an investment with wings, a thing of legacy, something that would quadruple in value and cement its owner in the hallways of cultural aristocracy. Nova’s eyes narrowed as she sipped her wine, the burgundy liquid kissing her lips as she watch
Chapter 84: Heart To Heart, Eve And Ed
The loud music and noise faded into the background as the two lovebirds found their way into the garden, walking around the house like Cinderella and Prince Charming finding their way to a quiet spot. “So, tell me about you. I mean, besides how pretty and hardworking you are. Your mother thinks you are the right one for me.” he said nicely. Evelyn chuckled for a second or two, then opened her mouth to speak. “Um… I don’t know how to talk about myself, honestly. I’m not sure there’s anything interesting to say.” Edmond smiled as he gently guided them past a sculpted fountain that caught the moonlight. “That’s something all interesting people say.” She smiled faintly, casting her eyes to the ground for a moment. “Well… I suppose I’ve just always been someone who tries to do what’s expected. Even when it burns.” Edmond’s brows lifted slightly, as if he’d just heard a reflection of his own soul. “Same here,” he said, more serious now. “Isn’t it strange? Expectations. Sometimes they
Chapter 83: Edmond Edgar
The courtyard erupted in cheers. Glasses clinked. Cameras flashed. A slow, cinematic spotlight spun across the grand balcony overhead—and then, stepping out like royalty from a world stage, Edmond appeared. Tall, broad-shouldered, every inch sculpted by generations of perfection and privilege. His tuxedo fit him like skin. His jawline could slice diamonds. And when he smiled, it wasn’t just charm—it was a calculated blade sheathed in charisma. He waved once. Then twice. Women whispered. Men nodded with manufactured admiration. He was like a mini god. Ladies tripped to be with him. He had accomplished great things in the land of America, taken over his father’s legacy and built it into a much bigger empire. Men were proud of the young man, women adored him and would leave even their husbands to be with Edmond Edgar. Inside the ballroom, the celebration exploded. Violinists and pianists dueled musically in opposite corners. Waiters weaved through the crowd with crystal platters. Cha
Chapter 82: The Smell Of Parables And Perfume
The following day, night seemed to approach faster. The house was now more busy than ever, dishes all over the kitchen and dirty clothes in the laundry room. As much as Gary loved to do some of those menial jobs, he was not going to wash someone’s panties or socks. He left that for the cleaners. Besides, the welcoming party of Edmond Edgar was only in a few hours. He needed to get dressed in preparation. Gary stood in front of the mirror trying to knot his tie when someone suddenly took over. Slowly and creeply. He had forgotten to shut his door. “Evelyn?” he called out, slowly leaving the piece of fabric for the lady to work on. “What are you doing here?” he asked. “You should be getting ready. I mean, your mom needs you to be as pretty as possible so you can steal Edmond’s heart.” Evelyn was momentarily quiet. “You know the problem of stealing from a rich man, Gary? You don’t. They give to you. Sometimes in a gift box, sometimes, in a plastic spoon and other times, in replaceme
