Richards Washington was his name. Blonde, long hair, skinny, tall, athletic and devilishly handsome. He was the most popular student in high school back then. All the girls loved him, and all the guys were jealous of him. However, he had one fatal flaw - an unhealthy addiction to drugs and gambling. Back in the days, Richard would skip classes to play snooker. He always came around at night, with an empty pocket and a black eye, and even when he eventually became friends with Chris, he didn't stop the habit he was famous for. He had managed to graduate and even got into college but he had lost contact with Chris over the years. Chris was very happy to see him that morning, but the little drama between himself and Rose that his father had just witnessed dampened his mood. The poor girl was going to be in a lot of trouble because of him."Ain't you happy to see me, eh mate?" Richard snickered, throwing Chris a friendly punch.Chris looked up at his friend for a moment and suddenly, he
Chris and Richard got to the building in no time. Richard marvelled at the sight of the magnificent building and Chris nudged him."They'll look at you funny if you keep staring like that," Chris said. "Try to act normal."Richard nodded and looked around."So you mean all this is yours," He whispered in excitement. "Like you're going to head such a big company someday.""Yeah," Chris nodded. "But look beyond all this, man. There are a lot of things you don't know about being a Bolton.""Oh please," Richard grunted. "Spare me the stories, mate. You're living my dream life. Quit trying to be modest every single time."Chris sighed and walked through the open sliding door. There was no need trying to convince someone like Richard that being a Bolton was harder than he thought it was. Time was going to tell.Chris stopped at the door to Arthur's office and he turned to face Richard."You can wait for me outside," Chris said. "I won't be long.""Wait for you?" Richard stared at him. "And
Chris was so excited. His mind was racing and his heart was beating very fast in his chest. Monica was still alive, and at the end of the year, he was definitely going to get reconnected to her again. "Thought you were going to throw such a great offer away," Richard nudged him as soon as they were out of the office.Chris glanced across at his friend before shaking his head pitifully."You're so desperate you would do anything to get a job now, won't you?" Chris stared at him."Well, not anything," Richard frowned. "I would never betray my best friend, no matter how well the job promises to pay.""That, I doubt," Chris grunted.Richard laughed and threw him a friendly punch. "I think we should focus on the good news now," Richard said. "It's a win win situation for the both of us. You get your girl back and I get a good job too.""Yeah," Chris smiled. "That was some pretty tough negotiation."Chris stopped just outside the building and he spun around, a confused expression on his f
Almost there?Chris could feel his heart pounding fast in his chest. Who the hell was the strange woman and where was she taking him to?"What is the meaning of this?" Chris thundered. "If it's some sort of joke, I advise you quit it now."Sarah cast him one quick glance and shook her head pitifully. "Aren't you all Boltons just the same?" She hissed.Chris could sense the bitterness in her voice and he realized that she was definitely not a driver as he had thought. She had been sent to capture him!The realization made his heart race and he struggled against the firm belt to find a way out."It's pointless," She said turning to glance at him. "And don't bother screaming for help too, because the windows are sound proof."Chris glanced across at the windows before turning back to face her."Who are you and what do you want from me?" He snarled. "Tell me who sent you! Tell me how much it is he paid you, and I swear, I would triple the money for you, no matter how much it is."Sarah ba
Chris was confused. What was the crazy lady in the driver's seat ranting on about? What business did he have with his uncle, The Black Spider? "I'm not the one you're looking for!" Chris tried as she sped on. She ignored him, however, as she dodged the many cars that were on the road. "Please slow down," Chris pleaded. "If we die, then none of us achieves anything." "Who said?" She asked, a wry smile forming across her features. She hit the gas just then and if not for the belt that strapped him firmly to his seat, Chris would have flown out of the car through the windscreen due to the speed at which she went. "Please!" He cried. "You're moving too fast." "You had to call your uncle, didn't you?" Sarah sneered. "Now, I have to lure him down to my base." "I didn't call anyone," Chris cried. "I can swear that I didn't. My hands had been strapped firmly all this while. I couldn't even hold my phone." "Liar!" She said through gritted teeth. "You're lying and I know it." "I though
"Wake up!"The voices floated through the air and Sarah forced her eyes open slowly. The sight of Chris and Richard standing over her made her alert at once and she jumped up from the bed. She searched her pocket for her gun but it was not there."You two bastards," She snarled. "How so cowardly of you two?"Chris and Richard watched without a word as she ranted on."You could have taken me on one by one if you are so strong," She sneered.An idea registered in her head and she gasped at the thought of it."Did you...""Eeeew, no we didn't," Richard shook his head vigorously. "No offence but you're not my type. Maybe Chris could have a second glance at you, but me? Never. I'll rather even - ""Enough, Richard," Chris cut in. "She gets your point already."And turning to face Sarah, he added. "No one touched you while you slept. I made sure of that.""And how did I get these fancy clothes?" She growled. "Who dressed me up in them?""I did," a voice replied from the doorway.They all loo
Chris understood her hatred for the Bolton's. He flexed his wrists and folded his hands behind his back. "Holy shit! You didn't just do that! You just killed her!" Richard squeaked.Chris ignored him and gently lowered Sarah to the floor. "Look," Chris clasped his hands together. "Let's not take her to father. He will probably have her killed, let's drop her in an alley," he suggested. She looked at him, surprised by his courage. "Wow, you are growing," she smiled at him. She ordered the bodyguards to carry Sarah to the vehicle so she could be dropped back. "You identified her?" Chris asked Rose. "She is what she says she is, late twenties, quite the accomplished woman," Rose played with the receiver's button. "Do me a favor not to get associated with this bunch?" The question was strange to Chris, he never really received much affection from her till now. "Okay," he replied. "No," she grabbed his shoulder and looked him in the eyes, closing the space between them. Chris felt f
Chris swallowed and looked around, checking if anyone had heard what she had said. "What about Monica?" He tried to play it cool. He couldn't hide the sweat that traveled down the back of his neck. Rose closed her eyes and sighed. "Come on now, I know what it is," Rose walked over to him. "Monica is with Arthur right?" Chris lowered his head at her and frowned. "If you tell father, I will never forgive you," he threatened her. "Surely, you can trust me more than that," Rose laughed. She ticked Chris off. He wanted to walk out, to leave her as soon as possible but it was unsettling. "Scared that daddy will be dissapointed in you?" Rose pushed on. Chris gritted his teeth and clenched his fist. "Look, just go straight to the point, what do you want?" He asked her. "I just want to help you, but you are being cross as hell, help me help you," her words surprised Chris. Chris sucked air through his teeth and looked around. It wasn't even nine a.m yet, but his day was already becomi
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
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
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
Richard aimed his gun at Luke Freeman and cocked it. Like his client Thomas Bolton, the bastard didn't deserve to live. He deserved to die and Richard without a doubt had absolutely no issue in giving him what he deserved. Besides, Thomas Bolton had betrayed him and there was no saying that the smart lawyer wouldn't betray him too. After all, it was just that afternoon that Thomas Bolton had reminded him about the possibility and risks of conversations being recorded. There was no saying that the sneaky smart ass hadn't recorded their conversation with plans to have him reported and arrested. Who knew? He really couldn't trust anyone. There was no saying that Luke Freeman wouldn't betray him because when all was said and done, Richard didn't actually have a single soul in the universe he could rely on to look out for him. He thought he had totally gotten rid of his little hopes and expectations of good from Thomas Bolton but apparently he hadn't because he could feel a tear trickle do
Luke Freeman wordlessly took the sit Richard had motioned him into with the gun in his hand. Wasn't he the adopted son of Thomas Bolton? What did he want with him? Had they had an issue earlier in the day? Why was he in his house at such a time of the night and with a freaking handgun in his damned hand? What could he do? Should he try to set off an alarm or something? What warning signal could he send his neighbours that would alert them that he was in danger? His neighbourhood was actually quite a quiet one full of people who minded their business so the chances of anyone actually noticing whatever signal he gave was a pretty slim one and the chances of anyone noticing that signal and actually acting on it was next to non-existent. He was certainly toasted. The young man with handgun which he was freely brandishing at him, could kill him and no one would know. Why on Earth had he given in to his tiredness and not listened to the voice that had told him to stay back at the office and
Richard remained sitted in his position as he replayed the conversation he had just listened to in his head. Well. Well. Well. It seemed like sneakily getting a voice recording of Thomas Bolton and Luke Freeman's conversation had most certainly paid off. So Thomas Bolton wanted to make some changes and adjustments to his will now, did he? That had without a doubt been the most - if not the only - important and interesting part of their conversation for Richard. He had to give it to his sixth senses for making him listen to that voice recording till the end of Thomas Bolton and Luke Freeman's conversation. What were the present contents of Thomas Bolton's will? What "changes and adjustments" could he possibly want to make? As far as Richard could tell he was the only heir of the old and insufferable bastard. Yes he was adopted but he was quite sure he was the only heir of Thomas Bolton. Didn't that naturally mean he was supposed to be the sole inheritor to all of the annoying geezer's
It had been almost three hours since that annoying brat, Luke Freeman had appeared after being sent straight from hell to disturb Richard's peaceful afternoon and after haven restlessly and absent-mindedly seen a movie, Richard was itching to go get his phone and listen to the voice recording of Thomas Bolton and Luke Freeman's conversation. He had instructed a maid to immediately inform him about Luke Freeman's departure but she still hadn't shown up. What on Earth could the two men be talking about for so long anyways? As his mind raced with the endless possibilities about the contents of their conversation, he heard a faint knock on his door and he bolted out of his bed and rushed at the door. He opened the door and as soon as he saw the maid standing there he rushed past her without waiting for her to say a word. He headed straight for Thomas Bolton's lounge and he tried his best not to run and only appear like someone who had urgent and important matters to deal with. He soon go
Chris Bolton stood at the entrance of Sarah's room as the realization that he was in love with her hit him. He had tried to ignore these feelings because they had been trying to get attention at a wrong time, but he couldn't ignore them anymore, not after seeing her sitted on her bed with her hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun and her upper body covered in a big sweater and that innocently welcoming smile on her face. He couldn't say for sure how long he had felt that way but he could say for sure that his feelings were very much there and alive. They actually explained a lot. They explained why he had recently began to feel so drawn to Sarah. He had tried to ignore and not acknowledge them but that hadn't sent them away. If anything, it seemed like ignoring and not acknowledging them had probably only helped them quietly grow stronger. He stood at the door and stared at her even as his discovery opened up a dam of thoughts in his head. Why had he been doing his best to igno
In Thomas Bolton's lounge, Richard continued to take in the stranger who had walked into the lounge a little under a minute ago. From his rectangular rimless glasses to his suit pants and shirt and down to the black attorneys bag he was carrying, he certainly wasn't their usual type of company and Richard wasn't sure how he felt about him. While he didn't seem to spell danger, Richard also didn't care for his presence in the lounge as he had never really been a fan of strangers, especially when they did what he considered to be an invasion of his comfort space and invade his comfort space, this stranger was. Technically it was Thomas Bolton's but who cared? Thomas had come to accept Richard's constant presence in the lounge and Richard had definitely been enjoying it but at that moment, the stranger was taking away his comfort and Richard didn't like it one bit. He looked at him with his left eyebrow raised but the stranger just kept smiling at him. What was he? A robot? A raised eyeb