Dean awoke at the Hamilton family residence.
Neither he nor Mia had gotten any real amount of sleep, as the entire family was completely freaking out over what had happened to them last night.What's worse, their panic became even greater when they saw Mia return to the house without Dean, in a car riddled with bullet holes.Dean couldn't help but stare at the recording box Richard had sent to him several days earlier.The box had contained an emergency message from his father, a message for his two sons, informing them of all the events that were transpiring between the Bradson family, and the other members of the four heavenly kings of Reville.Richard had gotten the box through his years of investigating the Dean of their family, and it was the key to how he had acquired all the information he told Dean about.Dean knew that the danger hadn't passed from last night, he could feel it in his gut.However, after everything thBoth Dean and Richard stood outside of the Phillips family mansion, neither man saying a word to each other for several minutes.At long last, Christopher Newton, the main man responsible for everything that had happened to him and his family, was finally dead.However, he didn't feel fulfilled, not quite yet... because his revenge was not yet complete."The Hudson's" Dean finally said, as Richard turned to look at him."What?" asked Richard, not exactly sure what Dean was trying to say."The Hudson's are the last piece of this puzzle, they're the last of the four heavenly kings of Reville, responsible for the death of our mother... for the death of our family" said Dean.Richard sighed, the Hudson's were an enigma, even to a detective such as himself.They ran the Hudson petroleum company, an oil drilling and processing company that owned many refineries, plants and facilities, with the largest one being located right
Tapping his feet on the floor, a lone dark-haired man stood in Reville Airport as his phone rang in his pocket, he pulled it out and fixed it to his ear.“So, did you find her?”“Yes boss we did, I have compiled a full report of our investigation for you and will be sending it to your device.”The dark-haired man removed the phone from his ear and looked at the screen, the phone buzzed as his device received a new file.He opened it and began to read.As he read through the file, the grip on his phone tightened.Indeed, they had found her. Mia Hamilton was the girl who saved his life all those years ago.Unfortunately, on her way back from the hospital that he was admitted, she was hit by a drunk driver moving at several miles an hour. Although she survived the accident, she was paralyzed from the waist down.Upon reading this, the man's expression darkened. He couldn't believe she had suffered such a cruel fate.This man was Dean Bradson.15 years ago, Dean would witness his mother's
Timothy Clarkson stepped in front of the line of young men with a smile on his face.All eyes were on him, attempting to analyze him.Who was this unremarkable man that had just won the hand of Mia Hamilton, they wondered.Mia remained at the corner of the hall room, glancing at the man who had just won her hand in marriage.He was a tall man, with dark hair, wearing a black suit. He was very conventionally handsome and a lot younger than Mia expected.Mia was frankly glad it was him and not an unattractive older man.But this also made Mia feel quite uncomfortable, she felt that in her current state she didn't deserve a man as conventionally attractive as Timothy.“MIA” beckoned her mother Sophia Hamilton“Don't be rude Mia, get out of this corner and go meet your new husband to be” she said.At this point, the other suitors had left the hall room, and Timothy looked on as Mia slowly rolled her wheelchair towards him.Her fate had already been sealed, she thought.It happened so fast,
Mia wakes up and sees Dean sitting beside her bed.Behind him was a young woman in a maid outfit.“Good morning Mia, did you sleep well?” He asked, caressing her hair.Mia nodded.“This here is Beatrice” said Dean, pointing to the woman behind him, “She's here to help take care of you and help you get ready”“Ready?” Asked Mia, a little confused, “for what?”“I want us to go to the Department of civil affairs today, so we can register our marriage” said Dean.“Oh” said Mia, lowering her head.Dean sensed her reluctance, which he understood.“You don't seem very pleased with this, if you don't want to, we could…”“NO!” Yelled Mia, panicking.“I want to” she said softly.Dean took her hand and started caressing it softly“Do you think we're moving too fast?” he asked gently.Mia shook her head, Dean had been so nice to her, so she didn't want to risk offending him.She did think they were moving a little fast, but still, Dean was better than any man she had ever known, so if he wanted to
The mood as Dean and Mia drove back to the golden estate was a gloom one.Dean had met a lot of scummy and awful people throughout his career, but very few of them would treat their own daughter with such contempt.Mia hadn't said a single word since they came out of her father's office.Dean wanted to know what her father meant when he said that her current predicament was her fault.“What did he mean by that?” asked Dean gently“Who?” asked Mia“Your father, when he said your current predicament was your fault, what did he mean by that?”“Please Timothy, I'm not…. I'm not ready to talk about it yet”.Dean, fully understanding that she was still shaken by the events that occurred with her father earlier, did not want to bring such painful memories back to her.But Dean had promised her that he would be a shoulder for her to lean on, that he would take away her pain.And he was determined to ensure that he fixed the ultimate wrong he had dealt her.Mia would walk again.When they retur
“15 years ago”, Mia began, “My parents were desperately trying to get the Hamilton family closer to the Warrington family”.Dean's eyebrows arched upwards. The Warrington family was one of the most powerful families in Reville, in fact they were part of the quartet known as the “Four heavenly kings”, representing the four most powerful families that basically controlled the city of Reville.And although the Warrington's were the weakest of the four, they were still incredibly powerful and commanded more influence than most could imagine.“They wanted to introduce me to their eldest son, Raymond, hoping that a relationship would form between us which would open the gates to an alliance between our two families" said Mia, still holding on to Dean.“But back then, I was a strong-headed kid… I was also 10 years old, I didn't understand family ties, politics, alliances, cooperations…. I didn't understand anything”.Mia paused and looked up to see Dean staring at her attentively.“However,
Nathan Newton walked briskly to the bakery section of the silver pearl.Today was his father's birthday, and he was there to buy him his favourite pastry as a gift.Behind him were two of his bodyguards.Ex special forces, the highest calibre of soldiers whom he paid handsomely for his protection.Perhaps it was because of this, or his confidence in his own military background and training, that he didn't notice the murderous eyes starting at him from behind.After purchasing the pastry, Nathan smiled heartily, he knew his father was going to love this.Despite the fact he was an old man, he still couldn't say no to his favourite cake.Nathan took the piece of cake and placed it in a white bag. It was expensive, costing almost 2000 dollars on its own.Signalling to his guards to follow him, he began moving towards the exit of the silver pearl.“HEY, WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING, YOU FOOL!” screamed Nathan as he suddenly bumped into a brown skinned man coming from his right.“I'm sorry” sai
Dean stood in silence for several minutes, looking at the head of the man who killed his mother.The rush of satisfaction he gained from taking his life had already faded, and he found himself slowly giving into anger.He knew he needed to make this moment more profound, more impactful, not just to him but to the people responsible."THE PEOPLE RESPONSIBLE!" said Dean loudly, as Carlos raised an eyebrow, while still standing in the corner.Nathan might have been the one who killed his mother, but he was merely a pawn, a pawn of the four heavenly kings who were the the true masterminds of his misfortune.Dean smiled to himself, he had just found a way to make this night more impactful."Carlos!" He called pointing in the man's direction."Get the cleaners, clean up the scene, dispose of the car, get a coffin for Nathan, ...and get me a duffle bag"With a smile Dean added "also get me information on the wearabouts of Karl Newton, I'll be paying him a visit tonight".Dean stood in silence