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 preparation and finally, the moment arrived. The mall plunged into darkness as the lights flickered off, signaling the end of business hours. Emerging cautiously from their hiding spot, the trio navigated the empty corridors, their footsteps muffled against the tiled floor.
Andrew, skilled in the art of lockpicking, approached the jewelry store door with silent determination. Michael's heart pounded in his chest as he observed the delicate dance of Andrew's fingers on the lock. The faint click echoed through the silent mall, signaling success.
The trio slipped into the jewelry store, their senses heightened by the glittering treasures that surrounded them. Diamonds, gold, and precious stones adorned the glass cases, each item a testament to the Ashford family's wealth.
"Time for me to work my magic," Alex whispered, setting up his laptop. He began typing furiously, his eyes fixed on the screen. The challenge was to disable the alarms remotely without triggering any alerts.
Meanwhile, Michael approached a steel door that stood like an impenetrable barrier. Curiosity overcame him, and he attempted to open it, only to be met with resistance.
Alex chuckled, his focus still on the laptop. "It uses an advanced DNA scanning system. Good luck trying to open it, dawg."
As Michael pondered the mysterious door, a scanner descended from the ceiling, emitting an eerie light. Before he could react, the door slowly creaked open, revealing a room adorned with even more opulence. Gold bars, rare gems, and artifacts filled the space.
The unexpected bounty left the trio momentarily speechless. Alex and Andrew exchanged bewildered glances as Michael hesitated before the newfound wealth. Questions lingered like how did the door open? Was it a security glitch in the system? But the allure of riches overpowered their curiosity.
"Fuck! Get out of my way." He brushed past Micheal roughly with a massive grin on his face.
"We are fucking rich brothers!!!"
"Yeah dawg, this is some good shit." Alex said as he picked up a gold bar.
"Why is this even here?" Micheal questioned but no one cared, Andrew slapped Micheal's back with a grin.
"We don't care bro, we are fucking rich!"
They filled their bags with the treasures, the room once destined for a $200,000 haul now bearing the weight of millions. The elation, however, was short-lived.
As they attempted to make their exit, Andrew's bag collided with a glass case, triggering the piercing wail of an alarm. Panic set in. "Fuck!" Alex shouted. "You idiot! Now the police are coming!"
The building was equipped with both silent and buzz alarms, it sang annoyingly reaching their ears no matter what direction they ran towards.
The trio rushed toward the back exit, only to see pale blue and red light approaching them.
"Fuck, we can't use this way." Micheal said as his heart began to race towards infinity.
"Where do you we go?" Andrew asked him panting heavily.
"I don't know, let me think." micheal answered resting his hands on his knees.
"Then, think Faster! Where?" Andrew pushed him and Micheal snapped.
"Shut the fuck up! None of this would have happened, if you didn't trigger the alarm."
Andrew opened his mouth but he was interrupted by Alex.
"Shut the fuck up men! We don't have time for this! Now, micheal you better think faster or things are about to get hot." He said as he revealed his gun holster strapped to his chest.
"Youu have a fucking gun!" Micheal said in disbelief as this operation required no firearm.
"Isn't that fucking obvious? Now think!"
"Okay, okay Let's go this way." Micheal tried another route as but they could hear armed police men coming their way.
"Fuck! This is it, we are fucking trapped."
"Not for me, bitch!" Alex said as he pulled out his gun and ran the other way, it wasn't long until Micheal was stunned by the gunshots and the immediate silence that followed.
"Fuck! Fuck! Do you think he is ..........."
"I don't fucking know, let's just surrender.......I don't want to di........"
"Hold it right there, place your hands on your head and get on your knees." Immediately Micheal yielded to the command, he signaled Andrew with his eye to look do the same but Andrew was frightened to death, even more frightened to be arrested.
"No! Don't do anything stupid." Micheal could see the foolish glint in his eyes as Andrew tried to move, his gesture seemed like he wanted to pull out something but in actuality, he was going to turn around.
He was gunned down in front of Micheal, he fell on the ground lifelessly........ As he stared at the body that laid on the ground he could hardly believe it, everything was destroyed at that point, his hopes, his dreams, the future he thought he could live with his brother.
At that point, the world had died to him.
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
Micheal woke up early to a life of luxury, his clothes and breakfast prepared by the diligent maids. Though unfamiliar, he felt surprisingly at ease in this new lifestyle. Harrison, appearing beside him with a tablet in hand, relayed Reginald's plans for the day as Micheal ate his breakfast in his expensive suit."Master Reginald has a list of things he wants you to do with him. Today, you'll be meeting all the CEOs of the giant enterprises across the world. The private jet is bring prepped as we speak, and by the time we get there. It should be ready to take off."Micheal's reaction was immediate, a fit of coughing at the mention of a private jet."Did you just say, a private jet?" Harrison looked puzzled, wondering if he had misspoken. Clarifying, he confirmed that indeed they would be using a private jet."Indeed, that is how we plan to get there in time." He replied simply and Micheal looked at Harrison eyes wide opened."But those things cost a fortune, millions to multi-millio
As the private jet descended, Micheal's mind churned with thoughts. The impending challenge, the cryptic nature of Valentine's apology, and the weight of family expectations weighed heavily on his shoulders."You look nervous grandson." Reginald said holding his signature walking cane."Shouldn't I be?" Micheal asked a pragmatic question and Reginald slowly chuckled."You are right to be nervous, it means you understand the gravity of this meeting. This meeting is a collection of most of the powerful bodies in the world, we determine what direction the world is going, be it entertainment, fashion and consumables. You, Micheal are a part of that now." The jet smoothly touched down, signaling the beginning of a crucial juncture in Micheal's journey.Exiting the jet, they were greeted by a team of executives from the hosting company. The meeting venue was a grand conference hall, filled with influential figures from various giant enterprises. The atmosphere buzzed with business discuss
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
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