"You piece of shit," muttered my older brother as he landed a punch on my right cheek. I stumbled and fell on the floor and winced in pain at the impact. At 15 years old, Darion is already bulky. Perhaps all those times he practiced football made him like that."Why are you always so useless, Kingsley?" said my other half-brother, Henry. He's 13 and he was just standing behind his brother as he was also looking at me, snickering.At 10 years old, I was a small boy. That is why it is so easy for them to pick on me. Other than that, they know I am not going to tell on them to our father. Father never took my side."You said you wanted juice. I gave you juice. What's the matter with it?" I asked as I helped myself to stand up. The only piece of trousers I own has become dirty. I would have to wash it tonight and hope it dries for tomorrow."Orange juice, you freak. This isn't orange juice." Darion made an emphasis on his annoyance by throwing the juice right into my face. The juice dripp
"Father!" Darion glared at me before he looked at his father to plead whatever case he has. "He can't marry Olivia!" "And why the hell not?" "Because..." Darion shifted in his seat as if he suddenly lost the words. "Because Kingsley is not an Olivieri. I am sure you wanted one from this family to marry one from de la Fontaine for business purposes but he doesn't carry your name—" "Like I said, he will carry it from now on. He will now become Kingsley Olivieri and he will be the one to marry Olivia de la Fontaine. End of discussion." Silence filled the whole surrounding and the dread I was feeling was getting heavier and heavier. "Father, I don't understand—" "What is so hard to understand, Kingsley?" he snapped. "You are to marry Olivia de la Fontaine as, among the three of you, you're the one with the cleanest records." "This is so unfair. Darion should be the one marrying Olivia—" "Then he should have worked harder for it. Not deal drugs. I won't be able to settle a busine
Everything changed after that. Father made sure we make a great statement that I was the best son that should marry the only daughter of the de le Fontaine family.I was transferred to the same school where Darion and Henry go. Turns out, it is where Olivia is going too. And another thing I found out was that Darion and Olivia used to be a thing. They did not date but Darion made it clear to the whole school that he likes Olivia. It explained a lot about his outburst when father announced the marriage.The school where rich kids go was totally different from the school where I used to go. We didn't have a pool, a tennis court, or any facilities to accommodate the student's interests. The whole school is posh and everything just screams extravagance."Hey," called someone but I did not dare look. I have made it a rule to myself that I will not look unless my name is called. I learned that the hard way before.I continued walking and perhaps it was another unlucky day for me as I saw Da
I woke in an unfamiliar room with my body aching all over.At first, I couldn’t remember where I was because it sure is not my room. When I roamed my eyes around, I realized I was in a hospital room. It took me another minute to remember why I was there.Somebody had set me up at school and intended to kill me. Those men…they were paid by someone to do it. Henry was the one who gave me the letter allegedly written by Olivia. But it had been a trap. If there is anyone who did it, it’s Henry. Or perhaps Darion.The door burst open, interrupting my thoughts.“Father,” I said.He crossed the distance between us and the next thing I felt was the sting on my left cheek as he struck me.“You stupid boy,” he said, seething. I looked at him. The pain in my whole body was too much that the pain in my face was nothing. I gave him a blank look.“You ought to remember that this is going to be your life now. People are going to drag you down because I have given you power. Use that brain of yours n
Days passed since the incident and I got out of the hospital the moment the stab wound started to heal. Father did not call on the police. He wouldn't dare to do so as one of his sons could be convicted. Henry and Darion started to ignore me, which was good. I didn't want their attention in the first place. Should they try to do it again, they know what would be the consequence. Or maybe if they try to do it again, they'd be smarter and more careful so as to not get caught. The thought bothers me.Another thing that bothers me was the voice I heard during that incident when I was losing consciousness. Someone had saved me and brought me to the hospital. If it hadn't been for that man, I would have died. I asked the nurses about it but they just shrug and went on with their job. I asked father about it and he was too focused on getting mad for the trouble his sons had caused to answer my question.It was a total mystery. What's more, is that I don't know who it was but he knew my name.
Everything happened so fast. One moment we were just discussing the details of the wedding—one I really didn't pay much attention to. I was too stunned—too surprised to process everything. And the next thing I knew, me and Olivia married. It all happened too fast. And I couldn't believe they pushed through it. And I couldn't believe I became father's personal puppet.It's been almost two years since me and Olivia got married. Almost two years since we started to live with each other. Our families bought a house—a mansion—that's unnecessarily huge for the two of us. Olivia and her own business is thriving and father is restless. Especially when Harold de la Fontaine kept asking about when I should take over the company.Knowing father, he will never, ever hand me his company. Especially since I am not his son. Other than that, he's also pissed that Harold kept asking him when he should retire from the company."That bastard is getting cocky," he said in one of our scheduled family dinn
Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months. Olivia and I surprisingly got along well. For almost two years of being married, we started to get along. Despite the fact that she can become quite intimidating, I got used to it and I could see that whenever she was around me, she drops the mask of being a girl boss and just being an ordinary woman. She enjoys painting, I found out. She wasn't planning on telling me and was secretly painting on one of the vacant rooms in our house. I accidentally found out about it and saw her artwork. They were mostly landscapes and I told her they were amazing.I could tell she is not used to receiving compliments about her artwork as she was never given the opportunity to express or share it with others. Somehow, I could relate to her. As to how her whole life's controlled by her parents."I just...do it whenever I have free time. They're nothing special, really. They're just amateur work—""Olivia," I said as I stared at her flipbook. I looked at
The blinding pain all over my body was the one that woke me up first. I could hear the beeping sound of some machines and I kept my eyes closed as I could barely open them.I don't know where I am nor what happened. But as I tried to recall the memories, it came flooding into me like a hurricane. The memory of Olivia's face as they molested and killed her. The memory of how they shot her next and how her blood pooled underneath her. The memory of life slowly seeping out from her eyes.It all came pouring that I didn't realize I was already sobbing. The machine's beeping sound intensified and suddenly, it became too loud that I felt like my head was about to explode.One thing I wanted to do was to get out of the damned place and find those men who killed my wife.But then the door suddenly burst open and men in uniforms get inside. It was then that I realize my hand was cuffed on the bed and that I can't get out no matter how hard I get away.Two men held my arms as they try to hold m