Arthur was shaken. He couldn't believe he was the one being threatened by a mere guard. "Wh - what do you mean?" He stammered. "You look like you saw a ghost," The guard said and chuckled. "Now, no more questions till we get to the boss' room. In a matter of minutes, they were there finally. Thomas Bolton's room was located at the top floor of the mansion and Arthur knew very well why he had chosen to have his room there - it would be hardest for his enemies to break through all layers of security before getting to the top floor, and even if they found a way through, he would be long gone through a secret passage way before they did. The guard knocked twice on the door and Thomas grunted from within. "Come in, will you?" He pushed the door open and they walked in together. Thomas smiled at the sight of Arthur and the guard frowned, realizing that Arthur was a friend to his boss. "I brought him in one piece just like you asked," The guard said. "Although it was tempting."
Arthur walked through the gardens alone. It was evening time and he was pondering upon everything that he had discussed with Thomas. "There's only one way to get your life back, Arthur, and it is to murder Chris Bolton." The words played on in his head continuously and when he couldn't take it anymore, he screamed and threw a punch at a flower vase. The vase fell on the floor and shattered into pieces, alerting the presence of the few guards and maids he had left. "Sir, are you okay?" His maid asked. There was a look of concern on the poor woman's face, but Arthur couldn't care more. "Fuck off!" He screamed, causing the maid to jolt back in shock and fall to the floor. Almost immediately, he turned on his heels and walked back to his house. His phone was ringing on the center table when he got in and staring at it, he saw that it was an unfamiliar number that was calling. It was probably one of his debtors. Arthur sighed and sank to the sofa. He was slowly losing his mind an
It had been a week after Chris' unprecedented attack on his uncle, Thomas, and from the details of the situation that he had gotten from his informant, Michael realized that his son had come of age. This was the perfect time to hand over, fully to him, what was rightfully his by birth. Michael wanted his son to grow up differently. He wanted Chris to be the regular CEO of one of the biggest establishments in the world and not an underground crime Lord like he was.That was why he needed to start planning the hand over ceremony early. He didn't want his son dabbling into businesses that didn't concern him and Thomas Bolton was one of them. Michael heaved a deep sigh and after long consideration, he dialed the last person in the world that he ever thought he would be asking for help - Chris' friend, Richard. A phone call was not convincing enough and Richard agreed to meet him in his office in thirty minutes. Michael needed his help, in planning and organizing the surprise party for
The D-Day came sooner than anticipated. After days of endless preparations, the time had finally come for Michael to step back and allow his son handle everything. A part of him was skeptical about leaving all his businesses in Chris' care, but he knew that it was a step in the right direction. If he didn't do that, Chris was going get further involved in the wrong business, in deals that didn't concern him, and that was going to lead to his end."You don't need to look so grumpy about it," Richard chipped in casually and placed an arm across Michael's shoulders. "As a friend, I'm telling you that what you've done is for the best. Chris is totally going to kill the role of CEO."Michael stared at the young man standing beside him with disgust evident in his eyes and slowly, he removed Richard's hand from his shoulder."First and foremost, we're not friends," Michael started."Fair enough," Richard shrugged. "Business partners then?""Not at all," Michael frowned. "I reached out to you
Richard stared at his friend as he brought out the revolver. Who did he think he was? John Wick?"You can't be lucky everyday, Chris," Richard grunted. "And you've been on a row for a while with the luck thing. I have a bad feeling about this.""If you think you can convince me to leave my father to die, then you're wasting your time," Chris replied before starting towards the building.Richard sighed as he watched his friend make his way into the building and then, he followed him.The ground floor was pin drop silent. There was not a single soul there, and Chris immediately figured that Thomas had held them captive at the top floor of the building where the meeting was probably supposed to hold.Without a second thought, Chris doubled towards the stairs and started his ascent, two steps at a time. If there was one thing he had learnt from the action movies he watched, it was that the bad guys always used the elevators. He couldn't risk getting killed by one of them before he met tha
After his announcement, Michael Bolton didn't spend much time at the party, he stayed around for a while, spoke to some of the board members and investors present, then returned home. With the kind of life he once lived, parties were surprisingly not his favourite scene. His secretary Mrs. Yvonne, also left with him.Back at the party, Chris stood in a corner and observed the scene, feeling weirdly alone in a party which was supposedly thrown in his honour. He watched the workers in their little social circles and could feel their not so subtle stolen glances and gazes, he could see them whisper among themselves."Probably talking about my perceived incompetence," he thought quietly to himself. He so badly wanted to be with Rose or Monica, but their excessively uptight nature had made them choose duty over pleasure and they were probably stationed somewhere, fulfilling their duties as his bodyguards. The thought made him scowl. "Can I be made to understand why the new CEO, or shall
Richard leaned in and returned Chris' stare with equal intensity. The tension in the air was palpable. In the blink of an eye, Richard stood up and stormed off, leaving the others, save Chris, surprised. Monica let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding and slumped into the booth next to Chris. Rose stared after Richard for a while, then slid into the booth next to Sarah. They all remained silent for a while until Sarah cleared her throat and spoke up."You know you sort of broke our agreement right?" She asked and nudged her head at Chris. "No secrets, remember?"Chris opened his mouth to say something but decided against it and remained quiet."But I'll let it slide. Is that all you know about him?" Sarah asked."Currently, yes. I haven't been able to find out anything more about him because every other lead has led to a dead end." Chris said and let out a sigh."Alright. Chances are he'll disappear out of your life after such a confrontation but, let's try and keep a
Thomas Bolton stayed silent and continued to look at his adopted son like he was a stranger. Richard in return tried his best too look at anywhere and anything else but him. "Leave me." Thomas said after a very long silence. "But father_" Richard started but stopped when Thomas slowly took a finger, placed it on his lip and breathed through his lips in a shush. "Careful how you use that word boy. You might be my son on paper but never fail to remember who you really are." Thomas said, stood to his feet and walked up to him. "An incapable bastard, who can't even make himself useful to his savior to show his gratitude," He whispered in his ear, with his palm on his shoulder. "Now, leave me while I figure out our next move to cover for your incapability" he said and walked away from him.Richard gritted his teeth really hard, till it felt like they would crack and with his fist clenched tight, he turned and walked away. He walked out, looked around at the guards and stormed off
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