Micheal, maintaining a calm exterior, sat across from Victoria as she provided a brief history of her family's fortune derived from crude oil. The Rockford family's rise had been fueled by the support of the Ashford family, establishing a mutually beneficial relationship.
However, the atmosphere shifted when Victoria, with a mischievous giggle, slid a set of documents across the table.
"What are these papers?" Micheal asked and she prompted him to take a look, as Micheal perused the termination contract between their families, his eyes widened in disbelief.
"This is a termination contract between our two families, of course there is clause stating that if I have to do this, I would have to pay 10 trillion dollars but that's not an issue as I have found a better business partner."
The termination of a long-standing alliance was unprecedented, and he struggled to comprehend the motives behind such a move.
Unable to locate Reginald or even Valentine in the bustling room, Micheal felt a sense of urgency.
"What would you want to terminate our contract? Our family have had a good relationship for years." He questioned Victoria about the abrupt decision, emphasizing the benefits of their existing alliance.
"During the week, one of the families came to me with a better offer, they offered me bigger buyers, better connections, transportation and security of the oil cargo for a small percentage of 15, rather your family who is collecting 35%" That was the selling point of their strategy.
Micheal, sensing the fishiness of the situation, suspected ulterior motives. It didn't make sense that any power hungry family would offer that much for such a small percentage which meant that someone was targeting the Ashford family. Who would target such a massive giant? Counteracting her proposition, he introduced a bold move—blackmail.
Micheal calmed himself and his tone became cold as he spoke out, "miss Gold, you are a businessewoman, do you really believe that any family would do all this for a measly 15%"
Victoria rose an eyebrow as she answered the question, "Of course it seems suspicious and too good to be true but we have checked their capabilities and they are able to hold their side of the deal."
"Oh perfect then, you know my family holds a massive influence over the media worldwide. You could say we are the owners of the Media."
"What does that have to do with your conversation?" She asked him slowly with a cautious tone.
"Oh miss Gold, I have heard all about your scandals which involves bribery and blackmailing presidents, it would be very bad for you if this news got out." Micheal said recalling what Valentine told him, Victoria tone shifted.
"You would only create problem for yourself too, those people you allegedly said I bribed are powerful people, even your family could have issue with them."
"Oh you are right, but let's talk about your biggest scandal, your cover-up story of the explosion which killed 2500 workers because you didn't want to confiscate that oil rig, so you blew it up." Micheal said coldly and Valentine expression changed along with her tone as she tried to defend herself.
"That was actually an accident, we didn't blow the oil rig for tha-"
While Victoria tried to defend herself, Micheal seized the opportunity to assert dominance.
"But that's not what my Media would report on the world news, they will say that you killed all those people because you selfishly didn't want the government to take your oil rig." Micheal said staring into her eyes with dominance.
The leverage of potential scandals hung in the air as he declared, "Continue your contract with us, and I will consider exposing you or not. But I know you will make the right choice."
With a winning smile, Micheal stood up and left Victoria fraustrated and dumbfounded at her table. The room, once filled with a facade of smiles and alliances, now held a tension that reverberated beyond their immediate exchange.
As Micheal navigated the crowded space, he couldn't shake the weight of the decisions he had just made. The delicate balance of family alliances and the intricate dance of power played out in unexpected ways. The challenge to protect the family's interests while unravelling the motives of those around him intensified.
"I can't believe, I just did that. Damn!" He whispered to himself, he was only able to blackmail her because of the little info Valentine gave him before he left with Victoria.
The creaking door echoed through the dimly lit hallway as Michael hesitated before stepping into the suffocating atmosphere of the small, run-down house. The air was heavy with the pungent stench of stale smoke and cheap alcohol, a familiar scent that clung to the walls like a toxic residue. He sighed, the weight of his reality settling on his shoulders like an oppressive cloak.His adopted father, a man weathered by the years and worn by vices, sat slouched in a worn-out armchair. The flickering light of a television cast eerie shadows on his face, revealing a disheveled beard and bloodshot eyes. The room itself seemed to groan under the burden of years of neglect, with peeling wallpaper and worn-out furniture bearing witness to the decay of both the house and its occupants.Luke, Michael's younger brother, looked up from the corner where he huddled. His eyes, wide with a mixture of fear and anticipation, met Michael's."Get me more beer!" the old man barked, his voice slurred and ha
Michael lay there on the cold, damp ground, feeling the weight of raindrops pounding against his shoulder. "Fuck." Micheal whispered softly as he felt the drops.The chill seeped through his clothes as he glanced at the lifeless figure nearby. With a heavy heart, he turned away, deciding to head home. Sprinting through the pouring rain, he reached his doorstep only to find the door shattered, a glaring sign of intrusion."Luke!" He raised his voice to call for his brother.His heart pounded in his chest as he strained to hear above the rain. The muffled sounds of distress reached his ears, and dread tightened its grip on him. Following the ominous noises, he stumbled upon a scene that sent shockwaves through his entire being. A gang of six menacing figures, adorned with tattoos and brandishing knives, surrounded his younger brother, Luke. The leader, a menacing presence with a gun, confidently smoked a cigarette, orchestrating the brutality before him."Leave my brother alone!!!!!"
Micheal winced as he gingerly rose to his feet, his battered body protesting each movement. Luke, his eyes red from a mix of tears and rage, paced the room, unable to contain the anger that surged within him."That bastard Logan... even after Dad's gone, he's still messing with us. I can't believe this," Luke seethed, his fists clenched.Micheal, despite the pain coursing through him, placed a hand on Luke's shoulder in a feeble attempt at comfort. "We'll get through this, Luke. We just need to figure out a way."Luke scoffed, frustration evident in his voice. "A week to gather $50,000? We don't have that kind of money. If we did, we wouldn't be in this mess. I hate this life. Why is this happening to us?"The weight of their father's debt pressed down on them like an insurmountable mountain. Micheal, trying to maintain a semblance of hope, said, "Once we get past this, we're free. We just need to find a way."Surveying the dilapidated surroundings, Micheal shook his head. "Let's not
The dimly lit mall echoed with the distant hum of maintenance machinery as Alex, Michael, and Andrew huddled together in the cold solitude of a restroom. The air was thick with tension, their breaths visible in the chill as they prepared for the risky job ahead."Everyone knows, what they are supposed to do but let's go over it again." Micheal began, his eyes reflecting the gravity of their situation. "We waited until the mall is closed already and the lights are out," Andrew, you'll pick the lock on the jewelry store. Once inside, I'll keep watch just in case. Alex, you disable the alarms remotely."Michael's nerves tightened, his mind grappling with the enormity of what they were about to undertake. The Ashford family's jewelry store was no ordinary target; it was a fortress of opulence owned by one of the most influential families on Earth. The stakes were high, and failure could mean consequences far more severe than Logan's wrath.Three days had passed prior to the clandestine
Inside the dimly lit holding cell, Michael sat on a cold, hard bench, replaying the chaotic events that led him here. The echoes of gunshots and the image of his partners resisting arrest lingered in his mind. As he pondered his choices in life, a wave of contemplation swept over him, imagining a different path if given a second chance. "If I were reborn," he mused, "what would I do differently?" The weight of his decisions bore down on him, and in the solitude of the cell, he entertained the notion of an alternate existence—a life free from the clutches of crime and the inevitability of a prison cell.Just as his contemplations delved deeper, the cell door swung open, and a group of police officers entered, an unusual apology on their lips. Bewildered, Michael was escorted out of the station, with each step he took four words lingered on his lips. "This can't be happening." greeted by an extravagant sight—a fleet of sleek black vehicles reminiscent of a presidential motorcade.A sha
Elizabeth led Michael upstairs, the grandeur of the family mansion enveloping them. The air held a mixture of anticipation and nostalgia as they approached his deceased parents' room. It had been meticulously preserved by his grandfather, frozen in time from 21 years ago."Here," Elizabeth said, ushering him into the room. The space felt both familiar and alien to Michael. A large, luxuriously decorated table stood at the center, adorned with a meticulously maintained photo album.Elizabeth picked up the album, her eyes filled with affection as she handed it to Michael. As he flipped through the pages, he saw glimpses of the faces that had shaped his existence—the real father and mother who had tragically left this world.Tears welled up in Michael's eyes, and he sniffed, embracing the album tightly. He sat on the bed, his emotions bubbling beneath the surface. "I was alone. My adopted father abused me, made my adopted mom commit suicide, and Luke, oh my God..." His voice trailed off
A day had passed since Michael's release from jail, and determination fueled his every thought. Throughout the night, he mulled over his future. The first step on his agenda was to confront Logan, the man responsible for his adopted father's death, a man who posed a threat to Luke's safety.Entering Reginald's room, Michael found his grandfather with Harrison. Greetings exchanged, Michael informed them of his decision to become the heir, emphasizing the need to handle the Logan situation first. He recounted the events leading to Logan's threat against him and Luke, explaining the urgency."Seems like you have had tougher than I thought." Reginald said without looking away from the documents."We should probably just use the police to arrest them."Reginald suggested involving the police, but Michael, fueled by a desire for Logan's suffering, disagreed. "I don't want the police to interfere with this, I want to handle this alone. I want Logan to suffer in pain.""Master, young master
In the aftermath of Michael's confrontation with Logan, the air within the Ashford mansion crackled with tension. The patriarch, Valentine's father, sat in his study, a storm brewing behind his eyes. The news of Michael's ascension to heir left a bitter taste in his mouth."The old man still wants to give my brother's son the title of heir!" he exclaimed, his anger palpable. The sound of a wooden chair shattering echoed in the room. His resentment seeped through every word. "This is all because that woman, your mother, didn't give me a son. Instead, she gave birth to you." His voice dripped with disdain for Valentine's mother, a feeble woman in his eyes, unfit to rule the family.Valentine, standing before her father, felt the weight of his disappointment. She dared not meet his gaze, always haunted by the knowledge that she never fulfilled his expectations."I'm...... I'm......sorry father." It was so pitiful, she had to apologise for being a girl, Her head bowed, she listened in sil