Chris remained rooted to the spot. He could not believe how quickly his fortunes had been overturned. What exactly had come over his father to make him reinstate that bastard, Arthur as the boss of NEXUS GLOBAL? "You've suddenly lost your voice haven't you?" Arthur chuckled, his voice laced with mockery. "You don't have anything to say for yourself?"Chris had a lot to say. He was boiling with rage inside, but he knew that it was best for him to control his anger. He had to be patient and find out what was wrong first. "I have some duties to attend to this morning, so if you would please excuse me - " Chris said and started walking away."No I wouldn't," Arthur cut in. "You're not leaving here until I say so, Chris Bastard."Hearing Arthur call him a bastard was like torture. Chris wished he could punch Arthur in the nose, but he knew that he couldn't do a thing. As at that moment, Arthur was his boss once again."Yes?" Chris spun around. "Your duty for today would be to reply to t
The air in the room seemed to get cooler with each passing second. Chris could not believe that Mr. Bolton would be able to deny him outrightly in his presence, but it was happening right before his eyes. "Father?" Chris muttered. "You said it yourself that I am your son. I'm the one you have been searching for all these years.""The only reason you're still standing before me is because you know what you stand to gain as my son," Mr. Bolton sneered. "If I was as poor as a church rat, you wouldn't even want to associate yourself with me.""How can you say such a thing, father?" Chris sighed."For the last time, I am not your father," Mr. Bolton repeated. "I have enough evidence to back that. You should be thankful that I still offered you a job and protection, Chris. It's the least I can do for you, even after your claims threatened to soil my great legacy."Chris could only shake his head in disbelief. Truly, he was not a Bolton. He was just another bastard, who would never be able
Over the next 24 hours, Chris couldn't get as much as a minute of sleep. His mind was racing with different thoughts and possibilities. He was eager to hear the news that this man had for him, and he hoped that it would be a good one. A few hours to midnight on the D-Day, Chris was already sitting patiently on the arm chair in his room. His fingers tapped noisily against the arm rest of the chair as he waited patiently for Monica. As his personal guard, she was to follow him, especially on a mission like that, which could prove to be ultimately dangerous.When Chris eventually heard the sound of her knocking on his room door, he rushed to open it. Monica walked in gingerly and Chris admired her as she walked in. She wore a brown leather jacket over black leather pants and high stiletto heels. Chris briefly wondered how she had managed to walk all the way there with those heels but that was the least of his problems at the moment.He welcomed her with a warm hug and she sat down."So
In the middle of all the chaos going on in the world at that moment, Chris stopped dead in his tracks. The text literally threw him off balance. It meant that someone, somewhere was watching him as he ran. No matter how protected he thought he was with Monica, there was someone who could shoot him in the head and get away with it just like that.It took Monica another minute to realize that Chris was no longer running beside her and she had to race back a few meters to find him."This is seriously not the best time for some personal evaluation or whatever the hell you think you are doing, Chris!" Monica growled. "Our lives are in danger and we need to run!"Chris turned his attention to her and she could see the look of horror on his face."More people would die around you," Monica said with a sigh. "You should learn to live with it. He would rest in peace.""It's not about the old man!" Chris growled. "We're being followed, Monica. Someone is following us.""Yeah, I know that," Monic
As early as 6 am the next morning, Chris had already dressed up. It was a Saturday, and not a working day but he couldn't get the events of the previous day out of his head. He needed to make sure that Arthur was okay.Monica had tried her best to discourage him from going to the office that morning, but seeing that his mind was made up she knew that she had no choice but to follow him and try to keep him safe."This is a bad idea and we would regret it," Monica muttered as Chris hurried down the steps leading out of the mansion. "If your father really set Arthur up, then he's dead already. We shouldn't be putting our lives in more danger.""I can't allow that bastard die like that," Chris replied through gritted teeth. "Where is the fun in that? I haven't even done half of the things I planned to do to him.""It's too late already, Chris," Monica sighed. "Arthur is dead. Gone!"Chris stared down at her for a moment and shrugged."It's fine if you do not want to follow me," He said. "
Chris woke up with a start.His eyes were heavy and his visions were blurry. He yawned and stretched for a while, as he tried to recall the preceding events, and suddenly, everything came flooding through his memory - finding the truth about his father, getting captured by Arthur, and passing out in the Black Limousine.Everything had actually happened. It was not a dream as he had thought.Chris rubbed his eyes several times in a bid to clear the sleep from them, and then he stood up to his feet. He stared at the watch on his hand and saw that it was a few minutes past six in the evening.They had been out for hours!Monica! Chris spun around like a mad man in search of her, but all he met were the four walls of the room and a wide open door.A wide open door! "Why was the door not locked," Chris thought to himself.It seemed like a trap to him, but at that moment, the only thing he could think about was saving Monica. Even if his uncle was human enough not to harm him because he was
"Uncle - " The words stuck in his mouth and his throat went dry at once."You can call me Peter," the man said, walking out of the shadows and into the light.Under the lighting of the room, Chris could make out his facial features well, and he was surprised to see how handsome, and rather young he looked. He didn't look anything like the "Black Spider" that he had heard so much about."Wait - " Chris paused. "You're the Black Spider.""I get that a lot," Peter Bolton chuckled. But don't be deceived by the innocent face. I'm a very dangerous man.""I don't think so," Chris said, as he walked closer to him."Hmm," Peter smiled at him. "And why do you say that?""Well, I think if you're very dangerous, you would be able to do your dirty work all by yourself," Chris continued. "You won't need the help of these minions."Chris pointed at the men who flanked him in the shadows and sneered."That is one of the many mistakes you make," Peter laughed. "And know this boy, you've made many mist
For the second time in less than two days, Chris woke up with a splitting headache. He squinted at the bright light from above and in the distance, he could hear some faint voices. It seemed more like someone was calling his name.Where was he? Was he dead already?Chris opened his eyes fully, as he tried to adjust to the bright light and when he looked up, he saw his father staring down at him. There was a look of worry on his face and beside him was a middle aged man on a white coat.Chris guessed immediately that they were in a hospital. But why were they there? Had anything happened to him?Slowly, his brain started replaying the events of the previous hours for him, and Chris remembered everything that had happened. His uncle, who was the Black Spider, had killed Monica and knocked him out. Since his father was standing before him now, it could only mean one thing - he had saved him from his uncle.Chris tried to sit up but the man on the white coat held him back immediately."Yo