"Get your fucking hands off my girlfriend!" Oliver had exploded before he punched the strange man in the face. The man groaned as Elina, Oliver's girlfriend gasped. The man frowned. He gazed at Oliver, and then adjusted his expensive suit to exert his wealth. Oliver's old and tattered clothes stood no chance but he was not giving up. "You dare lay your filthy hands on me?" He asked Oliver. "I don't know who you are, but no one tries to bully my girlfriend. How dare you grab her arm? I'll destroy you!" Oliver yelled again. The man scoffed and chuckled, and rolled his eyes to Elina. Then he took his phone and made a phone call. Few minutes later, a police car pulled up. They grabbed Oliver and shoved him into the back of the car. But before they drove off, Elina rushed to him. "Stay put. I'll bring you out in six days time," She told him. "I love you, Elina," he muttered, but she said nothing. She just gave him a final look of pity as the car zoomed off. It's been over a year since
Oliver felt his legs weaken as he staggered back. The stranger was Gerald Blackburn, the acting CEO of Lionheart Group, the largest multi-faceted company in the entire country, and he was also the same man who sent Oliver to prison. Oliver did not recognize him back then, but he saw a newspaper about Gerald that day after he was released. Why would Elina betray him like this? "Honey, who is this tramp? Is he bothering you?"Gerald frowned and slowly slid his hand around Elina's tiny waist. The way she giggled to his touch made Oliver groan. "Get your hands off her!" the young man spat. He punched the gate with a clang, drawing Gerald’s attention. The billionaire took a closer look at him. "Oliver? Is that you? Man, you look terrible. Didn't they feed you in prison?" Elina laughed in response. That broke Oliver's heart to pieces." Oliver, Gerald was the ex-boyfriend I told you about. He has his flaws but he's rich and perfect for someone like me. I didn't ask you to defend me. You
Oliver was silent while the SUV drove through the streets in the rain. It was possible the guards and the sophisticated woman might have mistaken him for someone else. They’d cast him away once they realized the truth.But could he really be the heir to a fortune? Oliver scoffed, thinking shouldn't flatter himself. He had always been an orphan, rejected by society.Oliver looked at the woman who had introduced herself as Maria. She was dressed in a frilly black dress and draped a pricey fur coat around her shoulders. Her hair was in dreadlocks like the other men at the front of the car. She was in her early forties but was quite athletic and well-toned for her age.And, she wore no smile on her face."You must have a lot of questions right now. Perhaps you are wondering why we came for you and where we are taking you to. But do not worry, young master, all of your questions will be answered soon."She said to him and forced a smile. Her smile was even more menacing than her frown and
Mia Stone shielded her face with her palms as her boss threw away yet another batch of stories she had written. The stories flew everywhere, and the papers scattered on the ground. She quickly bent to pick them up. The Crows Broadcasting Company where she worked was stressing her out!"I have warned you about this story, Mia. Why do you intend to become obstinate? Your story is not credible." Her boss yelled at her."Sir, if you would just hear me out. I am certain that Grey Pharmaceuticals is up to something terrible. They have been involved in illicit things in the past and they keep doing it because there is no one to stop them. I am sure that this is the story that people would want to read. If only you would give it a chance." Mia said, and her boss scoffed."Do you even know how you sound now, Mia? Deranged. Grey's Pharmaceutical is one of the pioneers of philanthropy in the city. They have been helping people. Do you want to pick a fight against a company that good? They are fuc
There was a sudden hush in the air as Oliver stepped into the D&M Cars dealership. He slowly walked further inside, with Marv trailing behind him.Oliver was dressed in a black Brioni suit, with a Patek Phillipe Calamander wristwatch to match. His shoes were pure leather and were easily the most expensive pair in the building.The black mask he took from his grandfather's room was in his pocket. He had felt inclined to leave with it.Unlike Oliver who was enjoying the glances people threw at him, Marv was not so comfortable with the peering eyes. "You did say D&M Cars dealership sells the best cars in the city, didn't you?" Oliver asked Marv as he dipped his hand into his pocket and brought out a black card. 'lionheart' was inscribed on the card."They have a reputation boss." Marv calmly replied. Oliver nodded afterward. The black card was a gift from his grandfather. It contained one billion dollars for shopping. Oliver wanted to get a car that suited his taste. Sure, his grandf
"What the hell just happened? What did I just witness?"Elina asked in shock as she paced around the room. Gerald had driven her home. She was visibly shaken, and she did not know what to do with her anger.Gerald on the other hand, sat calmly on the couch. His expression was mixed. The anger and embarrassment radiating through his body made him weak."Why did you just stand there, Gerald? Why didn't you do anything to stop him?" Elina asked as she dug her hand into her hair. She seemed to be losing it.She had never lost a thing in her life and it pained her so much."What did you expect me to do? Fight a man we couldn't even find?" Gerald frowned while he spoke. He could not believe her."You should have done something! Anything! You are a fucking man, Gerald. The least you could have done is defend me. Did you see the way Jeff spoke to me? He called me a liar, Gerald. And you just stood there."Elina sniffled. She sank down as her tears stained her cheeks with mascara. Gerald sighe
"Are you Oliver Cage? The man who applied for the position of a janitor here at Lionheart Group?" Stuart, the head of the staff at Lionheart, asked Oliver as he stood before the short man in his office. "Yes sir." Oliver calmly responded. His head was bowed, but he could see the sides of the office. It was modest, well-ventilated with catchy yellow blinds.Stuart thought for a moment while gazing at Oliver. He was having mixed emotions about the poor man standing before him. Oliver was still dressed in disguise, and he looked even poorer than ever."I do not think that you can work here, Oliver. You are far below what we employ here at Lionheart. You do know where you are, don't you?" Stuart asked. Oliver sighed. So, he was going to play that game, wasn't he?"Sir, please. I need this job. I cannot afford to be unemployed. If you would give me a chance, I promise to clean as best as I can." Oliver muttered.Stuart sighed as he ran his hands through some paperwork. He turned to Oliver
"No…no…no! This cannot be happening!" Gerald shuddered as he quickly turned his laptop off. His mind was filled with a lot of wandering thoughts. He tried to focus, but he was too tense to do so."Fuck!'He groaned and punched the table. The table was wooden, so it could not break. But Gerald bruised his knuckles instead."Sir, are you alright?" His secretary ran into the office after hearing the bang. Gerald closed his eyes briefly and breathed. "Cancel the rest of my appointments for the day. I am leaving the office this instant." Gerald told her."But sir, you have a very important meeting with the CEO of prime salts in an hour…""Are you fucking deaf? Cancel the fucking meeting and reschedule! Or I will find someone who can obey me." Gerald barked at his secretary. She froze."Why are you doing this, sir? You said you loved me." The secretary muttered. Tears were forming at the angle of her eyes."Love? You were just a plaything. Get the fuck out of here!" Gerald scoffed afterwar