Chris Bolton was sitted in Michael Bolton's study with his laptop open in front of him but his mind was occupied. He is was in love with Sarah but couldn't confess it and he knew it wasn't because he was scared of being rejected by her or because he was worried about his father not accepting it. The reason he was worried about expressing his feelings for Sarah was because of Monica. He couldn't deny the fact that they had both had some tension between them when they had initially met. He had most certainly had something for her and he felt like she she had also had a thing for him, but he wasn't sure if she still had it. He has tried not to acknowledge his feelings for Sarah for a long time because he had felt like they made him disloyal to Monica, especially if she still had those feelings. What was he going to do? Was he supposed to just ask her? Wasn't that___? His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a knock on the door and just as he opened his mouth to call for whoever it w
Thomas Bolton stared at Richard then looked at the gun in his hand. He felt betrayed. Just when he had shown a little trust in him, he had taken advantage of that trust and stabbed him in the freaking back. He had sold him to his enemies and for how much, he wondered. He looked back up at Richard and could see that his eyes were emotionless, almost like he had sold his soul or something. Thomas wondered if that change had been present in him all week and he had just been too oblivious to notice it or if Richard had actually done a very good job of masking it. What had turned him that way? He turned to look at Chris Bolton and his company. He recognized both ladies well enough. He had held one hostage amd the other, he had killed her father. Well, Chris Bolton had certainly picked his crew right. Between all three of them who seemed to be head of the group, he had certainly caused them a lot of pain and hurt. He tore his eyes away from the three of them and looked at Victor. Now that o
Thomas Bolton grabbed a dagger and lunged at Richard with a scream and just as he was about to drive it straight through his heart, Richard quickly sidestepped and the dagger grazed his arm slightly and Thomas fell to the ground. As he struggled to get to his feet, he heard a gunshot and felt a pain sear through his left foot. Bloody bastards!! Getting shot in the foot again!! He felt two pair of arms grab him and place him firmly back on his sit. As he sat, Chris grabbed a pistol from the weapons strap on the waist of one of the guards and pointed it at Thomas' head and cocked it and Thomas smiled at him."I don't think your pretty woman's going to like you very much if you kill me now." Thomas said with a smirk. "I mean, I haven't gotten around to telling her about her lost sibling and believe me, she'd really like to know that," he finished and Chris lowered the gun. "What? You know my siblings whereabouts?" Sarah asked and looked at him with teary eyes. "Of course I do. I kep
On a cool Friday evening, Chris walked out through the doors of the building of the multi million dollar company, GLAM where he worked, carrying a trashcan in his hand, and down the deserted Sanders Street. Chris Bolton had worked there as a mere cleaner for three whole years and it didn't matter to him that the owner of the company was no other than his beautiful wife and daughter of billionaire business tycoon, Mabel Sanders. Chris had always been a hardworking and independent man who preferred to work hard for his own money rather than stay idle because his wife was a billionaire.On that faithful evening, Chris seemed to be the happiest man in the world. He wore a smile on his face as he struggled with the over filled thrash can and almost bumped into a beautiful lady trying to make her way through the door."Watch where you're going, you dumb and dirty looking peasant!" She screamed, as her eyes scanned him from head to toe."You should be ashamed of yourself!" She ranted on. "A
Chris Bolton could not believe his eyes. What the hell was going on? Who the hell was that man and what had given him the boldness to kiss Mabel Sanders?"I think you're making a huge mistake!" Chris blurted out. "A mistake that would cost your freedom for the rest of your life! That woman is Mabel Sanders, my wife and the daughter of billionaire business tycoon, Marcus Sanders."The blonde man planted a kiss on Mabel's neck and chuckled lightly."I thought you said he was a boring little peasant," He muttered in her ears. "This man right here has the right charisma to be a stand-up comedian!"Mabel laughed to his joke and started moaning again as he resumed kissing her neck."Arthur..." She moaned. "Right there."The name registered in Chris' memory immediately - Arthur. He was definitely going to find out who the bastard was and how he had turned his darling Mabel against him."Hope he's still watching?" Arthur grunted as he began to undress Mabel fully."Yes sir," the burly men rep
After about thirty minutes of driving, the men dumped Chris in front of a hospital and zoomed off in the black van they had come with. Chris was still conscious on the floor, but he had lost a lot of blood already, and he could barely move a bone. He remained on the floor, waiting and hoping for a saviour to come to his rescue, but none was forthcoming. Unable to bear the throbbing pain in his leg, he passed out. Chris woke up about three hours later to the sound of machines beeping and whirring. He stared at the pure white walls of the room he was in and immediately, he realized that he was in the hospital. A drip was connected to his left hand and his left leg which Arthur's men had shot, was now bandaged. Chris tried to move his leg and noticed that he didn't even feel any pain. He stared up at the machines surrounding him and he wondered who had taken him to such an expensive and sophisticated hospital. There was no way he was going to be able to pay the bills for such a place a
Chris Bolton could barely contain the excitement he felt. In the less than ten minutes that Greg left him to wait for his father, he had paced about the room over a hundred times.Thousands of questions flooded through his mind in that moment. Was his father really the owner of this mansion? If that was true, did that mean that he was actually rich and not poor? Chris kept on repeating the same questions over and over again to himself until finally, the door to the room creaked open.Chris spun around at once and the moment their eyes met, he knew it was his father, Michael Bolton. Michael walked up to his son, Chris and the pair stared each other down for the better part of a minute without saying a word. The resemblance was clear - the same ink black and curly hair, the same grey eyes, well chiseled jawline, taut arms and long legs. Chris was a spitting image of his father, Michael."Son?" Michael muttered. "Is this really you?"He reached for Chris' cheek but the latter shifted bac
On Monday morning, as early as 8 a.m. Chris was already seated outside the office of the CEO of NEXON CORPORATIONS, Arthur McDoyle. Over the weekend, he had the chance to browse through the internet for more details about the company, and he had found out that the multi million dollar company was mainly involved in the production of jewelry. Chris stared in awe at the magnificent building and the sight of each well furnished office when a door opened amazed him. Was all this really his? Or was life playing some kind of sick joke on him as usual? Chris felt his confidence dwindle over time as well dressed employees began trooping in more. It was already close to an hour later than resumption time, and some of the offices were still locked, meaning that those who worked there had not shown up yet. Chris quickly concluded that Arthur was doing a terrible job.He waited on patiently, and sometime around 9, a woman sauntered over to where he sat."Arthur in?" She asked, without even spari