“I am just a useless and worthless son! I can't even help my mother! I can't keep her alive!” James cried as he kept sipping from the bottle that was right before him. The way he drank himself to stupor right before Ethan's eyes made Ethan recall how hard he had tried to save his own mother back then, how he had begged almost everyone to help or save his mother. He had begged that she stay alive just for him, but then, she died after it all. Now, Ethan wouldn't want James, his friend, to go through all of this. He wouldn't be happy to know that James would lose his own mother. It was as though his own life had been switched, and it had affected James. He felt so sad seeing James cry this way and beg to be a good son. Ethan, feeling so sad, reached for James' hand and rubbed it slightly, making him turn his gaze to him. “What is happening, James? Aren't her bills being paid? Are they not working on her?” Ethan asked, a show of concern etched across his face at this moment. “
After what felt like an eternity of driving, Ethan finally arrived at Mr. Harry's mansion with James still in the back seat, mumbling to himself.It was obvious that he kept speaking about his mother. He wasn't happy to have her in such a situation. He was weak.“Sir, what do we do next?” Ethan's driver asked, snapping him from a trance as he kept staring at James. Slowly, Ethan lifted his gaze and turned to his driver, who had his attention on him.“We have to get him back into the house; I'm pretty sure that his mother and father would be worried sick to know his whereabouts!” Ethan explained, and with a nod, his driver opened the door and climbed out of the car.He walked over to the back door, and opening it, he pulled James out of the car. He was going to help James get into the house, but Ethan couldn't let that happen.‘I called him out, I should be responsible for bringing him back home’ he thought inwardly as he walked over to his driver, who had already begun taking James to
The moment Ethan stood to his feet, he grabbed their hands, twisted them, and placed them right behind each of their backs. They were bigger than him, but that didn't stop Ethan.Seeing that they couldn't hold in the pain anymore, they went on their knees, their brows creased with pain as they begged to be set loose.“What is happening?” Mr. Harry's eyes broadened as he stood still in shock.“I am the CEO of the Newhope company, and as it stands, I am to be respected and not to be held captive by any of these men.“I decide what happens, so if you don't mind, Mr. Harry, I'd like you to control your dogs!” Ethan declared as if he were the boss of the house at this point.Mr. Harry didn't want to lose his men, so he had to let Ethan have his way.“Fine, let them go!” He let them out, and because Ethan had no evil intentions against them, he let go of their hands.The second he did, they wasted no time standing to their feet and rushing out of the house. Mr. Harry was scared of him a bit
In this case, one could tell that sleeping would definitely mean Ethan trying so hard to forget his problems. It would mean Ethan not being capable of solving the problem that is right before him.With Ethan's hand placed on his forehead while he lay on his bed, he had his eyes fixed right to the roof in his room. If there was anything he wanted dearly, it was to see James happy, it was to be aware that James's mother was fine, strong, and healthy just as she has always been.Heavy sighs left Ethan's lips as he turned on his bed, his thoughts slamming with several problems that he just wasn't sure how he'd solve each of them.“What have I done to him, why do I feel sad?” Ethan mumbled as he stayed on his bed, his eyes becoming moist every second of the day.“If I hadn't reincarnated, maybe he would have lived a good life, maybe he would be okay… Why did I reincarnate only to find out that my best friend in my second life had taken my fate? Why the hell!”He sniffled as he sat up on hi
The second Ethan got into his office, he threw his briefcase onto his chair and walked over to the window, his hand placed on his waist as he kept staring out of it. His thoughts were all over the place as his system words kept coming into his head.“Weaklings? What's the fucking difference between you and the other bullies?” He scoffed, his eyes fixed outside of the company.Just as he was still trying to get his head together, a knock came at the door, pulling him out of his thoughts.The second he turned around, he found James standing right before his door but with a smile on his lips at this moment.One thing was certain, he couldn't say no to him, he couldn't tell him that he wasn't going to carry out the plan he had assured him all night that he'd carry out.With a tightened fist, Ethan nodded his head, a smirk on his lips as he knew what was going to happen next.“Just the right person at the right time!” He mumbled before he spoke up.“Come in!” He commanded and James, hearin
It was finally the day, the day that Ethan, James, and his father had been waiting for. They were to go see Miles and bring him to help James' mother.Although Ethan wasn't that close to Miles and he was certain that he'd face an insult from Miles before being listened to, Ethan was willing to do it; he was willing to go.He wasn't sure why the RRS system had kept warning him all night not to go, but he wasn't going to look back. He had assumed it to be that the RRS system was just strict and wanted him to base his life on revenge alone.Just as Ethan's thoughts were on the task ahead, his phone vibrated, pulling his attention towards it. The second he picked it up, he saw that it was James who was calling him.“Hello, Sir,” James started the second that Ethan picked up the call, placing it to his ear.“Is there a problem, James?” Ethan panicked for a second, thinking that his mother might have died just as they were getting prepared to leave for Doctor Miles.“What? No, no problem at
“Master! The spies that were sent have returned with words that they've moved out of Mr. Harry's mansion!” A hefty man rushed into the house, bowing his head before a masked man who was playing chess alone at the table.A sneer curled up on his lips as he was satisfied with the information he had just received from one of his men. He had sent men to trail Ethan, and he'd do just anything to make sure that he'd end Ethan's life.“That's good...” he emitted, his voice carrying a sense of anger and deceit as he focused on the chess game.“What are we going to do next, Master? We are waiting for your response and order!”“Where are they now?” The masked man asked, and with a bow, his servant responded to him.“They are at the bridge, sir!”“That's good then. Once they cross the bridge, attack, and remember, do not leave any of them breathing!” He gave his command, making his servant snap his gaze to him with his eyes bulging out.“Is there a problem?” He paused his chess game as he lifted
"Start the car right now, turn it around, and get us out of here! Immediately!" Ethan gave the order, and because they were all scared, his driver didn't question him.He started the car and, without hesitation, turned it around. Just as he was about to make his escape, one of the men ran towards the car."You are going nowhere, Ethan!" the man growled as he used the metallic bat in his hand to smash the windshield, making the glass shatter immediately.Ethan and Mr. Harry, who sat in the back, had to dodge the pieces of glass. They hid right behind the car seat, trying their best to stay alive."What the hell do they think they are doing? Who the fuck are they?" Ethan growled, anger written all over his face, his eyes bulging with fury."You want to know who we are? This is who we are!" The man who had struck Ethan's car snarled as he waved his hands to both sides.Ethan couldn't believe this was happening to him."I think they want you, Ethan!" Mr. Harry observed, lifting his head t
The sudden knock at Ethan's door pulled him out of his trance, making him turn around to find out who it was. As he turned, he saw Daniel, the new chief of staff whom he was uncomfortable with, standing at his door.“Why is he here?” he panicked for a split second before calming his nerves.“Come in,” he demanded, and Daniel didn't hesitate to push the door open and walk into the office.“Hello, Mr. Ethan, I heard you are the…” Daniel began, but Ethan cut him off sharply, not wanting to allow any familiarity or genuine greetings.“Why are you at Newhope Company?” Ethan asked, his eyes searching Daniel’s for any trace of evil intentions.Daniel paused for a second. He definitely wasn't expecting Ethan to ask him such questions—not now, not ever. He thought Ethan would at least welcome him into the company, but the opposite was the case.“I… I am here to work,” he tilted his head slightly to the right, giving Ethan a confused look.“Work? Are you joking? I know you have some evil plans
“You are our number one suspect, Mr. Ethan, so why don't you let it out? Tell us why you killed Nick? Was it for his money? To get revenge?” the detective questioned with a grin on his lips.Ethan was more confused than ever. How was he enjoying his morning, and all of a sudden, he was now a suspect in Nick’s murder?“We are waiting, Mr. Ethan!” they urged, wanting to get the truth out of him before anyone else did.Ethan, on the other hand, wouldn’t say a single word without his lawyer, but he knew he had to find a way to clear his name.“You are right; Nick bullied me back in school, and if there’s anything I wanted back then—and still do now—it’s revenge! To get revenge on every one of them that bullied me in school, and…” Ethan was about to continue, but the man cut him off before he could say another word.“And killing him now was your only option, right? Just like you said, you wanted justice, and the only way to get it was to kill them all. Who is your next target?”Ethan’s bro
Three weeks later:Ethan felt a smile slowly spread across his lips as he got up from his bed and walked into the bathroom. His steps were light, and he couldn’t help but hum softly, his mind swirling with feelings of pure joy and relief. It had been three long weeks since he had managed to rescue his mother from the clutches of Gideon, Samuel, and Nick. The memory of that night still lingered, but the sense of triumph overpowered the fear. So far, there had been no signs that any of them would come after him. It seemed, at least for now, that he and his mother were safe, and that thought filled him with a comfort he hadn't felt in a long time.To Ethan, they were too scared to make another silly and daunting move towards him, but Ethan didn't care. As long as he had his mother, everything was fine; everything was okay to him.“Ethan? Breakfast is ready!” His mother's voice echoed through the expanse of the house as she prepared the table for their meal.“Coming, Mom!” Ethan respon
“Kneel and beg for everything you’ve done, and maybe; just maybe; I’ll consider saving her life.” His tone was taunting, the smirk on his face daring Ethan to comply.Ethan’s eyes flared with defiance. He clenched his fists, every muscle in his body tense with fury. “We both know that if anyone should kneel and beg, it’ll be you! Not me, Gideon!” Ethan shouted, his voice echoing off the walls. “Come on, tell me where the fuck she is!” His voice was raw, filled with the pain of a son desperate to save his mother.Gideon merely snorted, dismissing Ethan’s stubbornness with a wave of his hand. “Let’s go, guys… he isn’t ready!” he said, turning his back on Ethan, his arrogance on full display. He began to walk away, Samuel and Nick following behind him as if this was just another game they were playing.But Ethan wasn’t about to let them leave. Not like this. Not without answers. Fueled by sheer rage, Ethan lunged forward and grabbed Gideon by the collar, yanking him back into the room
“What do you want from me?” Ethan demanded, his voice tight with frustration as his fists clenched at his sides. He knew Nick all too well—there was no way Nick would release his mother without getting exactly what he wanted in return. “Now you’re talking…” Nick said with a smirk, clearly pleased that Ethan was finally ready to listen. He spun on his heels, not wasting a second. “Come with me.” He motioned for Ethan to follow and started walking down the dimly lit hallway.Ethan hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting around the room as he checked his surroundings. He couldn’t afford to trust Nick, but he also couldn’t leave his mother in danger. Taking a deep breath, Ethan fell in step behind Nick, his senses on high alert, ready for anything.They walked in silence, the sound of their footsteps echoing through the narrow corridor. After a few tense moments, they stopped in front of a heavy, wooden door that looked old and worn. Nick paused, resting his hand on the doorknob. Witho
After returning from Nick's mansion, Ethan didn't take a break, not even for a moment. His heart was racing, filled with worry. He desperately needed to know if his mother was still alive, but there was no way to find out until he met with Nick as they had arranged.The moment he got back, he started pacing around his room, unable to sit still. He kept glancing at the clock, watching the minutes crawl by. When the clock finally struck 10:00 p.m., a small smile appeared on his face. The time was almost here.Ethan pulled out a pair of black pants and a matching hoodie from his closet, his mind focused on the task ahead. He dressed quickly, mentally preparing himself for what lay ahead in Sin City. The mansion was quiet, and he moved with purpose, ready to slip out unnoticed.Just as he was finishing getting dressed, the door to his room swung open with a loud thud. James stormed in, his face a mix of anger and shock. His eyes widened when he saw Ethan dressed entirely in black, a c
Ethan shuffled closer to the nightstand, his footsteps growing heavier with each step. The dim light from the lamp cast long shadows, making the room feel eerie and suffocating. As he neared the nightstand, his heart pounded, and an icy dread began to coil around his chest.His hand trembled, and he clenched his fist tightly, fighting against the rising anxiety that twisted in his gut. His fingers finally reached the paper, which felt unnervingly cold and damp. He pulled it towards him, the edges crumpling under his grip. With a deep breath, he flipped it open, every movement feeling like it took an eternity.The message was blunt and ruthless. It simply stated that his mother was gone. The words hit him like a punch to the gut, leaving him gasping for breath as the world seemed to tilt around him.Ethan's eyes filled with tears as he stared at the letter, the sight bringing back painful memories. "They left a letter after all, just like when Ryan was taken," he mumbled, his voice
“I’m the bartender at Monique’s Bar… Your boss is completely out of it and needs help. Please come get him out of here,” the bartender explained, his concern growing as he glanced at Ethan’s dishevelled state.With a curt acknowledgment, James ended the call. His frustration was palpable as he stormed out of the mansion, urgency driving his every step. The drive to the bar was swift, fueled by worry and impatience.When James arrived at the bar, the sight before him was grim. Ethan was slumped in a chair, the remnants of his drinking binge evident in the empty bottles and glasses scattered around him. The dim lighting and the messy scene struck James with a mix of shock and disappointment. “Shit!” he muttered under his breath, rushing to Ethan’s side.He gently but firmly helped Ethan sit up, noting the disorientation and tears streaking down his friend’s face. Ethan’s eyes were glassy, his expression a mix of pain and self-loathing. As James prepared to carry him out, Ethan’s voic
As Ethan stormed out of Samuel’s mansion, a wave of shame and regret washed over him. The gravity of his situation struck him hard: his mother was missing, and he had no idea where to find her. The meeting with Samuel had yielded no answers, only deepened his anguish.His eyes stung with the threat of tears, but he fought them back with a grim determination. The workers at Samuel’s mansion watched him with a mix of curiosity and pity, their whispers barely audible over the distant hum of the night. Ethan felt their gazes like piercing needles, their silent judgement branding him as nothing more than a madman driven to the edge of sanity.Without a second glance at the mansion or its workers, Ethan climbed into his car. The engine roared to life, its growl a stark contrast to his inner troubles. He slammed the gear into drive and sped away, the tires screeching as they struggled to grip the road.His mind was a storm of rage and confusion as he raced back home. Every heartbeat see