Tyler cursed as he read the message again. He checked the sender and sure enough it was from an unreachable number.
"Stop panicking. It's most likely a spam message. What can they know about us?" He yelled to his father who was pacing and muttering. "Then why was it sent to both of us? This doesn't feel like a spam message to me. This is why I was against the last move." Tyler rolled his eyes and slammed his fists on the table. "So what now, are you blaming me? Why should we take this seriously?" Why was the universe intentional of pissing him off today. Why should he even take the text seriously? He saw his father typing a reply and he snatched his phone from him. "What are you doing?" He asked with clenched teeth. "Let me ask him who he is. I won't let him take everything I've ever worked for." "What part of not encouraging the person don't you understand? It is a spam message that most likely was also sent to a few thousand other people." He ended with a yell and his father grabbed his phone and walked out. Tyler hissed out a breath as he watched his father's retreating back. He read the message again trying to find a hint, anything to help him identify the bastard. 'Everyday is for the thief and one day is for the owner. How will you sleep at night knowing everything you have is about to come crumbling down. Start preparing.' Tyler threw his phone across the room and held his hair. Had the message been targeted to them? He was going crazy. His phone started ringing so he went to pick it up. Rosetta was the one calling. What did she want this time around? He sighed and picked the call. "Tyler, is everything okay? Me and mom just got a very weird text." "Ignore it." He snapped. He heard her gasp. "Did you also get that kind of message? Has he sent something else to you?" Tyler frowned and checked his phone and sure enough, there was another message. He opened it. 'Hi. Sorry for the barge in, let me introduce myself. Or is there any need? We'll get acquainted soon enough.' Tyler clenched his phone in his fist imagining it was the bastard's neck. "Ignore it. There's no way anybody knows anything. We've been very careful about our operations." "Sure. If you do find the person, let me know immediately." "Okay." He dropped the call and sat down. He needed to think. ************************** Justin sent the message and reclined on the sofa. He was finally putting his plan to action and it felt so damn good. "So what other thing did you find out about them?" Even though they had tried their best not to bring business, especially illegal ones home when he was still with them, there were lots of things he had found out but he knew his sister would also have new things to tell about them. His goal for the Romanos was to bring them crumbling down on a pile of rubbish that was everything they owned and amazingly, they had made things incredibly easy for him by dabbling in illegal things. There was always a fear of protection from the cops especially when it came to rich people but with his influence and power as well as the people's interests, he knew he was going to get what he wanted. "Did you know they broke any and every labor law? We were barely paid." Justin and Nelson glared at her in unison. "What?" Nora rolled her eyes. "There wasn't really much I could do. It's not like I could leave you in their grasp." Justin shook his head, "Them breaking labor laws won't do much damage to them. I need something they will not want out. I feel like playing hide and seek." Nora looked at him with new knowledge. "You can be brutal." Justin smiled charmingly, "Of course. Just giving them a taste of their medicine." He had so many things against them already but they were too big in his opinion to use as bait which was why he wanted to get some information from Nora. "They abused their employees. Physically." Nelson bounced up. "What did you say?" Nora shrugged, "It wasn't very often but there were times they did. It isn't something you should get mad at me for." Justin smiled bitterly. "Don't worry. I'll make it hurt for them" ************************** Tyler sat in silence and darkness for what felt like an eternity. This wasn't the first time they'd gotten a spam message like this but something kept telling him this wasn't spam. He needed to do something but what? The idea that someone knew their secrets was terrifying, even for him. His father was no help with his emotionality and his mother and Rosetta were as useless as possible. He needed to take care of this himself. He picked up his phone reading the message again. It sounded like the person was toying with him. He gritted his teeth in fury, he would teach the bastard why it was a terrible idea to mess with him. He, Tyler Romano. He remembered the last operation they had done which had messed everything up. His father's words came back to him, the coward. He hadn't said anything until he had messed it up himself. He was going to deal with this mess himself the way he best knew. He sent a quick text to a contact he had promised never to use again. "Find where these messages are from. You have forty eight hours." It sucked to be cheated on but that contact was the last and most desperate option he had. His phone pinged with another text and he checked it warily. "Let's play a game. How many enemies do you think you have? I'm more than all of them combined." He cursed and slammed his phone on the table. He wasn't going to let one idiot who probably was just bluffing to ruin what he and his family had built for years. His phone started ringing with calls from his mom and he hissed and walked out of the room. ********************* Meanwhile, Justin leaned back on the couch, a smirk tugging at his lips. His sister’s revelations had given him the exact leverage he needed. This was only the beginning. The Romanos would crumble, not because of some quick, reckless attack, but because Justin would make sure they were consumed from within, piece by piece. “Breaking labor laws and abusing employees…” Justin’s voice trailed off as he thought about it. That information alone wasn’t enough, but it was a start. What he really needed was a scandal that would shatter their public image beyond repair. His brother turned to him. “What’s the next move?” Justin grinned, an excited look in his eyes. “We make sure they have no choice but to face the truth. I’ll keep sending them messages. Let them think they’re running out of time, and they’ll start making mistakes.” Nora looked at her brother, curious. “What are you planning?” Justin’s grin widened. “I’m going to let them panic. The Romanos are predictable when they’re desperate. And when they slip up, I’ll be waiting.” He laughed softly, the game had just begun.Justin took a sip of his coffee and smiled his thanks to the cook who returned it with a nod and went back to the kitchen. He hadn't exactly gotten close to his staff but at least now he knew their names and a little about their families. He was having fun living the life he currently was living. He opened his phone and propped it on its holder, tuning it to his recent favorite show, the Romanos family. It was amazing the level of privacy one could intrude in just because they had money.Benson entered the dining room, dangling a key. “I have to go and meet one of our directors. I'll come and meet you later at work.”“Sure.” Justin waved and smiled when he had closed the door. Since he started his quest for revenge, Benson had assumed the role of nursemaid and bodyguard whenever he was in the restaurant, which had reopened after the disaster.He turned his attention back to his phone. He was getting feedback from the Romanos in real time. Cameras had been planted in their houses and
Justin straightened the crisp on the banner he was sure wasn’t needed, but he needed to please his mother-in-law to ensure his peace of mind. He had been on his feet since four o clock that morning making sure the venue for his wife, Rosetta's movie premiere, was perfect. He wasn't in charge and didn't have any say involving any decision, he was merely a hired help his in- laws could order to do their whims."Does that look straight to you?" Martha, his mother-in-law, berated. She pointed at the worker that was hired for the purpose. "Come down. You go up there and straighten it. If anything goes wrong, I'm going to have your head."Justin Romano lowered his head in shame, refusing to meet the eyes of the worker, who was looking at him curiously as he came down the ladder. Justin climbed up the ladder and redid the banner, making sure it was as straight and crisp as possible. He looked to his mother-in-law for her opinion, but she merely gave him a scathing look."Are you going to sta
After forty-five minutes of intense sweeping, Justin wiped the sweat pouring down his face and looked at the hall in satisfaction at what he had been able to achieve. All the banners were up, the decorations were eye catching and the floor was sparkling. He was finally done. None of his in laws were around, and he guessed they had gone to change into their outfits to begin welcoming their guests.Justin went to the bathroom in his room in the apartment that had been hired close to the hall and washed his face. He was tempted to go and get dressed himself since he was walking the red carpet with his wife, but he knew he could be called out of the blue to take care of something that might cause a stain which would really tempt his in-laws to kill him, he was sure.He went to the kitchen to check on the progress of the cooks and nodded with pleasure when he noticed they were almost done. His wife came in and he smiled at her. It was the first time he was seeing her since they had arrived
Justin groaned as he struggled to open his eyes. For some reason, his head hurt and he could not open his eyelids. He threw his head back on the bed when his intense pounding in his head got harder. What happened? The only time he had felt like this was when he’d had a terrible hangover when he had drank on his twenty-first birthday, but he was sure he hadn't drunk. Or had he? He couldn’t remember what had happened the previous day.A warm body beside him reoriented him a little. Even with how horrible he was feeling, he knew he couldn’t have been beside his wife. He peeled open his eyes and gasped as he met the eyes of a strange woman… who obviously looked like she had also just woken up.He jumped out the bed, taking the covers with him, when he realized he was stark naked. He realized his mistake when his eyes met the woman’s naked body. What the heck had happened the night before? He took his boxers and ran into his bathroom, pulled it on and splashed water on his face willing him
Justin stared at the ornate door the Romano’s were so proud about and ignored the security men that were watching him suspiciously and rang the bell. Amazing how people could change, it wasn’t long ago he was considered a part of the house. He had arrived earlier that day and had to plead with the security to be allowed to go and pack his things before he had been allowed. His access cards were no longer working, dang, his ex in laws were fast.Justin, having been thrown out of the rented apartment the day before after signing the divorce papers, had slept at his older brother's place, but he had come back to the Romano Villa to pick his things. He knew he wasn't going to be met with friendliness, but he was determined to take all he would be able to. He had important documents in his room, his in laws would destroy if they found.He rang the doorbell again and sighed, knowing he was intentionally being ignored. Well, he wasn't a part of them any longer, so he would not allow himself
Justin looked at the message again. “You have been credited with 800 billion dollars to your PayPal from Benson Murphy” and truly, his account that was formerly on zero had 800 billion in it. He wasn't sure what he was more shocked at, the amount or the name of the creditor. Even children knew who Benson Murphy was, he was the butler of the most influential and wealthy family in all of America, the Sandlers. There were even rumors that the Sandlers worth in terms of properties could no longer be measured because of how plenty they were.He remembered where he was and how many minutes he had been given and hurried to his room, going straight to his wardrobe. He removed the file that had all his important documents and looked around the room. That was the only thing that was his in the room, even though he had lived there for the past three years.He remembered the first time he had been taken to that room. It was the very day Eugene had died. He had formerly being in a guest room an
Benson sighed. “At fist. I decided to watch you, so I would know if you were living a good life and if you will be interested in what I had to say.”Justin nodded, he could remember bit by bit the circumstance that had landed him in the hospital.“I was in front of the gate that day and I immediately brought you to the hospital.”Nora frowned at Justin,” Why did you continue like that? Don’t you have pride?”Justin narrowed his eyes, annoyed, “I guess I lost it. But you’re one to talk. Don’t tell me they treat their staffs kindly.” Nora worked in the Benson’s company, where they produced industrial machines. It had been coincidental that they had ended up together since she had started working before he had met Eugene, but he hadn’t mentioned anything about her to them.“Stop arguing on who did better, both of you. We need to let Justin make his decision on what he is going to do. Forget the Romanos, what do you want to do now?” Nelson berated.Before Justin could talk, Benson interru
Benson stopped the car and turned to Justin, whose was staring open-mouthed. He couldn’t help it. The house they had pulled into looked nothing like he had imagined. The Bensons were also wealthy, and their house had surprised him the first time he had seen it, but his parent's house was several levels higher.He had finally decided to refer to them as his parents after the Andersons had called and expressed their happiness over him finally reuniting with his parents.The house was huge, that was the only adjective available to describe it. It was both wide and, from the looks of things, it looked to be about five storeys. He turned to Benson, who was watching him with a smile.“Was this place really theirs?”“Yes. And now it is yours. Don’t worry. Mr. Justin, I was also shocked when I first saw it, even though I had been serving your parents for two years then.”“Please call me Justin. How many floors are in the house?”“There are five floors. Let’s go inside so I can give you a tour
Justin took a sip of his coffee and smiled his thanks to the cook who returned it with a nod and went back to the kitchen. He hadn't exactly gotten close to his staff but at least now he knew their names and a little about their families. He was having fun living the life he currently was living. He opened his phone and propped it on its holder, tuning it to his recent favorite show, the Romanos family. It was amazing the level of privacy one could intrude in just because they had money.Benson entered the dining room, dangling a key. “I have to go and meet one of our directors. I'll come and meet you later at work.”“Sure.” Justin waved and smiled when he had closed the door. Since he started his quest for revenge, Benson had assumed the role of nursemaid and bodyguard whenever he was in the restaurant, which had reopened after the disaster.He turned his attention back to his phone. He was getting feedback from the Romanos in real time. Cameras had been planted in their houses and
Tyler cursed as he read the message again. He checked the sender and sure enough it was from an unreachable number."Stop panicking. It's most likely a spam message. What can they know about us?" He yelled to his father who was pacing and muttering."Then why was it sent to both of us? This doesn't feel like a spam message to me. This is why I was against the last move."Tyler rolled his eyes and slammed his fists on the table. "So what now, are you blaming me? Why should we take this seriously?"Why was the universe intentional of pissing him off today. Why should he even take the text seriously? He saw his father typing a reply and he snatched his phone from him. "What are you doing?" He asked with clenched teeth."Let me ask him who he is. I won't let him take everything I've ever worked for.""What part of not encouraging the person don't you understand? It is a spam message that most likely was also sent to a few thousand other people." He ended with a yell and his father grabbe
Justin slammed the door in anger, noticing through the corner of his eyes the fact that his staffs subtly tried to disappear. He didn't even mind that, he was sure he had terrified his employees at work with the dark scowl on his face coupled with his communication prowess. He honestly wasn't happy with his behavior but the anger he had been feeling since he had seen his destroyed restaurant was still bubbling close to the surface.Benson didn't value his life obviously since he was the only one that stuck to him. Justin stomped up the stairs to his room and slammed the door, not surprised to hear the firm knock barely ten seconds after. He knew Benson had been following him but he really wasn't in the mood to talk to him, or anyone for that matter. Which was why he hadn't told anyone about it yet. He and Benson had become friends in the past few weeks and he already knew how Benson would react. He ignored the knock and the door was jerked open after the third knock by Benson, his fa
Justin sighed and repeated the same statement the third time. What had Benson been doing, hiring idiots? "Alright Sir. I'll use this and let you know the outcome." Justin gripped his phone hard, resisting the urge to throw his phone as an alternative to punching the man's face. He had officially launched his restaurant three weeks before, and just like he had known, it was doing well both in terms of sales and popularity. He had chosen his staff himself and had trained them on what was expected of them if they wanted to remain in his employ, but apparently, it hadn't been needed. Rumors had already spread about the way and reason the former staffs had been fired. Despite that, he had visited his dad's company the week before and had been alarmed at the state of the company. It was a wonder they still had shareholders. Since he had long being interested in tech and knew more about it than the idiot that had been appointed acting director, he had spoken with the board members in
Martha rushed into the room at the sound of glass shattering. “What the heck, Tyler?” The glass had shattered the television screen, causing glass to spread across the room, and a piece had embedded itself into Tyler's fingers. “Are you okay?” She rushed towards him. Tyler shrugged her off, mad with anger. “Do you know what I just watched?” His mother shook her head, and Tyler stood up, shaking with anger. “I just saw Justin on TV. Apparently, he has his own restaurant now and thinks he's a big deal.” Remembering the punk’s smile during the interview was making him more furious. Martha frowned. “What do you mean? Which Justin?” Tyler glared at his mother. “Which other one do you know?” Martha shook her head. “You must have seen wrong. It cannot be that pathetic dog.” “I saw him. He was just on the news. Apparently he's taking over a restaurant and renovating it now, and from the responses of people that were interviewed, they are really looking forward to it's reopening.
Justin hurried down the stairs, but as they saw him coming down, they all ran away. He cursed and started chasing them, but they were faster and quickly drove off in a van that didn't have a plate number. Justin stopped running and stared at the trail of smoke the car had gone, panting when Benson came to meet him with water. He collected the water Benson had brought for him and downed it. “Did you see those men?” Justin asked Benson, who had also finished drinking his bottle of water. Benson shook his head, “I tried taking some pictures, but they are all well covered. I'm sorry I wasn't there when they went into the restaurant. I was on a phone call with the company’s director.” Justin waved away the apology. “Don't be. Like I said, I'm not a child. Let's get back to the restaurant.” Justin walked back to the restaurant, wondering who they could have been. The annoying part was, there were a lot of suspects in his mind. He would have to watch, and eventually they would get c
Justin went up the stairs and entered Mr. Stanford's office without knocking. He was in the middle of kissing a young woman who was dressed in the same uniform as his staffs. He stood there and waited to be noticed.The woman noticed him first and pushed away from Mr. Stanford, who looked dazed. She ran out of the office, her face flaming. Justin turned to Mr. Stanford, who still didn't seem to have gotten his wits back, since he kept on looking at him confused. Justin smiled when Mr. Stanford finally recognized him and let out a gasp.“I see you still remember me. And you're still in the stage of liking them a bit young.” He indicated the door where the young woman had run through.Justin could see the wheels turning in his head and decided to wait for him.Justin sat down and made himself comfortable before Mr. Stanford could finally voice out his confusion. “What are you doing here?” He asked, eyeing Justin.“You mean, why do you look like this, right? As for your question, I'm he
Benson stopped the car and turned to Justin, whose was staring open-mouthed. He couldn’t help it. The house they had pulled into looked nothing like he had imagined. The Bensons were also wealthy, and their house had surprised him the first time he had seen it, but his parent's house was several levels higher.He had finally decided to refer to them as his parents after the Andersons had called and expressed their happiness over him finally reuniting with his parents.The house was huge, that was the only adjective available to describe it. It was both wide and, from the looks of things, it looked to be about five storeys. He turned to Benson, who was watching him with a smile.“Was this place really theirs?”“Yes. And now it is yours. Don’t worry. Mr. Justin, I was also shocked when I first saw it, even though I had been serving your parents for two years then.”“Please call me Justin. How many floors are in the house?”“There are five floors. Let’s go inside so I can give you a tour
Benson sighed. “At fist. I decided to watch you, so I would know if you were living a good life and if you will be interested in what I had to say.”Justin nodded, he could remember bit by bit the circumstance that had landed him in the hospital.“I was in front of the gate that day and I immediately brought you to the hospital.”Nora frowned at Justin,” Why did you continue like that? Don’t you have pride?”Justin narrowed his eyes, annoyed, “I guess I lost it. But you’re one to talk. Don’t tell me they treat their staffs kindly.” Nora worked in the Benson’s company, where they produced industrial machines. It had been coincidental that they had ended up together since she had started working before he had met Eugene, but he hadn’t mentioned anything about her to them.“Stop arguing on who did better, both of you. We need to let Justin make his decision on what he is going to do. Forget the Romanos, what do you want to do now?” Nelson berated.Before Justin could talk, Benson interru