FORSAKEN SON-IN-LAW

CHAPTER FOUR

I stood there, dumbstruck by what I was seeing. If this was real or not. And I kept pinching myself for me to wake up because this was way too much of a silver lining to happen to me. Justine, the poor kid. Looked down and cheated on because he had no money now had a freaking mansion to call home.

It was about two times bigger than the house of Maria’s parents. It looked ancient, of course. I mean, it was passed on from generation to generation. And my parents, because they were protecting me from whatever killed them, they had to move out and pretend that they were poor.

I hurt them for that and love them at the sometime. Because I was alive only because of what they did for me.

Me and Joseph kept looking at each other as we looked at our surrounding. They were workers actually, moving up and down, doing whatever they were doing. Some were just watching the house. Guarding it.

“Why are they guarding the house if the person that threatened it is gone? You said because my parents have been killed, then everything was okay,” I looked at Roland.

“Well, you can never know, sir. Just for the in cases, I needed to improvise. Because your parents asked me to make sure you are safe by any means,” he said.

“It’s fine. He is just overwhelmed by everything,” Joseph spoke.

I just looked at him, and we matched inside the house. My heart was thumping. With excitement and fear. What if I fail them to keep the house clean? What if I don’t leave up to their legacy? I mean, by the looks of things, no one of them has failed for the house to look this pretty and good.

But maybe I was just overwhelmed, as Joseph was saying. I mean, this whole thing was just way too random. After what I just went through for the past days, then someone comes and tells me I’m the heir to a freaking family. And I was the last one standing.

We entered the house and there was a passageway, on the walls were pictures of people I presumed were my ancestors. They all looked elegant and dashing for the women. They wore perfect and expensive looking clothing.

The men, mostly if not all, had long hair that they tied in a bun. No wonder my father refused to cut his hair. It was because he was trying to leave up to his families’ legacy. My family. The house was lit with lights that they hang on the thirty feet tall ceiling.

Overall, the all way looked elegant to look at.

We took a turn to a living room because it had couches of perfectly finishing and decorated with a golden look on it. Lighting up the room even more. It was big, like about a hundred up will fight in even more.

To my left was a round wooden dining table with about six chairs.

“This way, sir. Let me show you your bedrooms, then after you shower and relax, we can talk more about your family, I’m sure you know little about them,” he spoke and headed upstairs.

Looking at Joseph, the man was even more excited than I might be. He walked to me and said something. I wasn’t even surprised to listen coming from him. “We are filthy rich. I don’t think they will be a need for us to work, ever again,” he smiled even wider.

“We? This is me, man. You still need to work. So do I if we need to keep this house running the way it has been running,” I spoke as we followed Roland behind.

He wrapped a hand around me, “we are best friends and I opened your eyes about your wife. Been here even since we can both remember. And you have a butler that will do everything for you. You just need to relax and supervise,” he spoke in my ear.

I removed his hand from my shoulder. “I need to lead by example, Joseph. And you needn’t remind me about that woman.”

“But he is right, sir. The family business is running smoothly, all you need to do is supervise. Make sure everything is okay. You have suffered long enough,” he spoke but didn’t look back at us.

There was silence as we walked. Joseph whistling with joy.

“And he will stay here with you. Because your parents also told me to keep him safe as well. Because you are friends, that is,” he said.

“Told you,” he said, and walked to Roland. And whatever they carried on talking about, I didn’t even care. Because it seemed like my parents had my all life planned out for me.

We finally reached Joseph’s room, and we left him there. Then he carried on to my room. “Is there anything bothering you, sir?” he asked as he waited for me. “I can see your face looks sad. I thought the news about all this was going to bring you joy,” he spoke.

I walked and caught up with him, “it’s not like that, Roland. I’m just trying to understand everything. What is the point of having this all thing if they couldn’t use it to keep themselves and me safe? And why wait for them to die until I knew the truth about them?” I asked as we walked.

He laughed lightly as he looked at me and we stopped. “They are things that can’t be overcome through money, Justine. Some things are way beyond that. They made a choice, and it was the best choice they could have ever made. Because of them, the person that killed them will not bother this family ever again,” he smiled and gestured for me to walk with him.

“So, the person that killed them has been hunting this family for years?” he nodded. “Why?”

“He wanted something that only this family has. Your wizard flavor. And now he got it from you father and your mother as well,” he spoke as he looked down.

Why our wizard flavor, though? What was his motive with all of this?