Before Jennie could answer the question, the phone in my pocket suddenly rang. I looked at the screen and found out the call came from Mom. I rose from my seat and slid into the corner, far enough that Jennie couldn't hear her voice. "Yes, Mom? What's up? Did something happen?" I asked, my voice calm and barely above a whisper. Luckily, Jennie's attention was focused on those shopping bags next to John Dave. She started a conversation with her. I felt at ease. "Honey, just want to inform you that my grandson was done with his dinner. And guess what? He keeps on smiling at me right now. He's so adorable, isn't he?" Mom replied. "Couldn't agree more, Mom. He inherited that from me, I guess." I couldn't help but curve the corners of my lips when I felt at ease someone from the family took the initiative to feed him. "When are you coming home, by the way? Your Dad wants to talk to you." Mom said. Hints of profoundness were marked in her voice. "Sorry, but I ha
Jennie was about to say something, which I assumed was to tell them about my identity, but I stopped her before she could open her mouth. My bodyguards stayed in their respective cars since they knew I was already safe in my Dad's jurisdiction. However, it appears that my evil father did not introduce me as the only heir to his empire yet. I cannot blame him for that. He will make sure he can turn me into one of his minions to be able to have that kind of privilege. What worried me the most was that I lied to John Dave and Jennie not to worry about their jobs and that I had a place in my Dad's corporation. But from what these security guards are doing, all their assumptions could have been reversed. "Is there any other way to see and talk to the Chairman?" I asked them formally, not as the heir of Fisher Group and Companies, but as an ordinary citizen of New York City. "Unless you have scheduled an appointment with Mr. Fisher. That's all we can do to let you come
Dad looked deeper into my eyes as if he was trying to understand what the hell was going on. I didn't know either. It all just came out of my mind the second I heard him threatening me. And the only way to respond to a threat is to threaten them back. Dad knows I wasn't bluffing about my claims. I'm threatening him, that's what I'm doing. He remembers everything that happened that night. It was brutal and unimaginable to a twenty-two-year-old me. That was the second reason I would never follow in Dad's footsteps even if I knew he could bestow me a brighter and better future as a Fisher. "Fine," he finally spoke up. "An office for you in this building. You can choose which floor you and your team will be occupying. Let my secretary know once you're done choosing which floor. Do you have any other things to discuss with me?" Dad agreed, finally, yet, why am I feeling offended by it? He was supposed to be the one to feel threatened, but I never sensed it from him.
"No mother would think that way, honey," Mom replied, her voice laced with regret. "I kept you in my womb for nine months, and it's not easy. Sleepless nights. Yearning for something you can't have, I endured all that. I may have no time for you all the time, but that doesn't mean I don't love you." "I know, Mom." I smiled, reassuring her that she didn't need to feel regret since it wasn't her fault that she couldn't be with me, to begin with. It's always Dad's. He was the mastermind of manipulating her mind to become his slave. "Anyway, I already feed him. I hired a nanny to keep an eye on him by tomorrow. Your Dad and I will be out of the country for two days. I already bought him boxes of milk to make sure he would have enough stock until we got back. I also heard about your investment from the Lincolns. You did a great job, honey." then he tapped my shoulder before she evacuated the room. As soon as Mom disappeared from my sight, I gently crawled onto the bed next
"Dude, what happened?" One of his close friends approached and asked him. "Did you get their approval? Can we certainly use the villa?" Clark heaved an abrupt sigh, making it even more readable to everyone that he failed us, and that he was only good with words. "Guys, I think we need to have a plan B. I tried, even sought help from Dad, but it didn't work. So I guess we have to look for a new place. Do you have one in mind? I'm open to suggestions." "How about we just have a night out? Have some beer and karaoke?" One suggested right away, trying to lift everyone's mood. Everyone's expression lowered as far as I was concerned. Their overwhelming excitement five seconds ago turned into disappointment and regret. I can see that Clark was embarrassed as well. Well, he fucking deserved that for taking advantage of his Dad's connection. But I could not help but wonder though. If Mr. Cedrick and Dad could have known each other for a very long time, then why was he rejec
"Don't worry about me, dude, I already had a plan on how to make sure no information about me getting exposed," I replied. "And call me 'Young Master' again, or I'm gonna kick you out of this place myself." I looked out of the sliding glass window to make sure no one heard us. "Fine... Fine... Fine. I'm not gonna say it again." John Dave laughed wickedly. "But you did a great job defending the old woman earlier, dude. By the way, does she know about this? About you?" Then he jumped onto the bed and swam his arms and legs like an eight-year-old kid. After putting on a new shirt, I set my luggage bag beneath the bunk bed. "I guess so. Mom and I discussed this two-day vacation in the villa. This is how we got the approval to use the entire place, not because of some boastful kid who only knew how to degrade someone weak." John Dave scoffed. "And he will keep on boasting it once yours and his family get knotted by marriage. That bastard's head would probably grow bigger,
John Dave debated, this time, he was afraid that something bad might happen to me while walking alone on the seashore. He insisted on coming with me. However, his ridiculous claim didn't work. We separated ways. He went to our classmates while I walked on foot on the seashore and grabbed some fresh air. Nothing beats walking on the seashore with a can of cold beer in my hands. Truth be told, this one we have in the villa was a man-made beach, but it looks the same as the ones we imagined. Granules of white sands. Sea water. It also had access to cold air that helped me clear my mind. In the middle of walking alone, the phone in my pocket suddenly rang, breaking the deafening silence of the night. The call came from Jennie, so I answered it. "It's already a quarter before ten, Ms. Pineda. Are you still working right now?" I couldn't think of any reason she reached out to me in the middle of the night unless it was work-related. Or at least something came up in our offi
Everyone around me bent half of their bodies toward Celestine and Sebastian before they evacuated their spots at the speed of light, leaving me alone, filled with uncertainties and discomfort. I stepped back when Celestine attempted to step forward, believing she would slap me in the face in front of Sebastian. "So Sebastian was right then? You do still have feelings for me." Celestine continued. "That's a one-sided kind of love, Zachary. No matter how you express your love for me, the doors and windows of my heart were already closed as someone already occupied them. I'm afraid that person is not you." Sebastian shrugged her off, his smile was from ear to ear while looking at me, and he was enjoying the show. "What else could I say, babe?" Sebastian replied on my behalf. "You were his first love as far as I can remember. He even told me that he was going to die if he lost you." I lowered my eyes to the floor. A part of me wanted to run as fast and as far away from Ce
"At the count of five, you'd better leave the mansion if you dont want to see me in my beast mode!" Dad added before he slammed the surface of the table, which resulted in some of the plates and glasses nearby falling and breaking into pieces after dropping to the tiled floor. Before he could start the counting, everyone, including Mom and my cousins, evacuated the room in the blink of an eye. Their worries and fears have left marks in the air. I was about to follow them outside when Dad growled at me to stay on my spot. Dad was known for being calm and profound. Every time he gets mad about something, he prefers to address the situation in silence instead of threatening or yelling at us. Today was probably the first time that he let everyone see his wrath. "Bring that woman in an instant, Zachary!" Dad growled. "If you don't want me to kill that woman, you better bring that woman in front of me. Don't you dare trick me this time? I'm giving you ten minutes!" The ten-minute alloca
"Well, I mean..." he added, his voice calm but sharp. However, this time, his curious eyes were fixed on us in the backseat since the car had already stopped moving in the middle of the road. "Rumors in the office have it that the two of you were dating. Everything I heard was just rumors, wasn't it?" Jennie and I exchanged glances, both waiting for someone to speak up and tell the truth or lie to Mr. Randolph. "What you heard was not just rumors, Mr. Randolph. Jennie and I..." I paused for a few seconds to muster the courage to speak up. "We're married already. And we haven't told anyone about it apart from you." Mr. Randolph lowered his eyes to my hand as I reached Jennie's and rested them on my chest, showing off to him our wedding rings on our fingers. He will know about it eventually, so there's no point in hiding it. "God damn it, Zachary! What were you thinking, huh? Do you think marrying someone will solve something here?" Mr. Randolph yelled at us for the fi
The two followed and kept their distance behind me, similar to lost puppies. But I know their sharp eyes were fixed on me as if they were going to stab me with a knife. "Didn't she tell you she's going to cook dinner for all of us? Julian and Jelian will be joining, too. We hope you dont mind." Divina asked. "Not unless you two already told them about my identity, didn't you? I hope that won't be the case." I said sharply. "Because that would only fuel the rage and hatred I had for this disgusting family." "O-of co-course not, Young Master!" Roger obviously stuttered. "We may be the worst in-laws, but we already learned our lesson. Rest assured that your secret is safe with us, right, honey?" Divina nodded her head without asking further questions, making me feel at ease. As soon as we reached the kitchen, I was taken aback when someone I barely expected was helping Celestine. "Zachary, what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in your class right now?
And undeniably, a part of me wanted her to stay as long as she wanted. I'm not stopping her. Needless to say, I missed her so badly even if none of us could turn back time. I wanted to hug her in my arms tightly until she felt suffocated and play my lips with her just like the old days. But I was controlling every fiber of my muscle that wanted to do all that. A lot of things changed between us. I have already vowed to spend the rest of my life with Jennie, making her the happiest woman in the world. Above all that, we promised to be the best version of being parents for our son. "I dont know what the hell is going on inside your head, Celestine, but I believe your parents could have told you that we are no longer a couple, aren't they?" I replied sharply while pretending to be busy at my desk to avoid making eye-to-eye contact with her. She nodded. "Indeed, Mom and Dad told me that we were no longer a couple before I lost my memories. They were the ones who told me y
"That's enough, gentlemen!" Mom spoke up. "Someone died and yet you are blaming each other. Aren't we supposed to blame the one who killed them and find justice? Let go of him!" "We're so sorry, Mrs. Fisher." one of Dad's bodyguards replied, his voice barely audible. Without asking further questions, they let go of their clasp from me and strode to the corner. "Zachary, we are here to pay respect to Mom and Dad." Mom uttered, her eyes swelling up. "Your dad even canceled his appointments just to visit them." Right. Mom loves Grams and Gramps as far as I can remember. She was once a devoted daughter to them before she married Dad. She barely spoke every time Dad was taking over the floor. But her life turned into a living hell since they got me. There was this one night when she attempted to run away from the mansion - away from Dad, but she failed drastically. She was locked up for a few months in the dungeon similar to a prisoner. That's how wicked Dad really wa
Our uncertain journey began when Jennie and I nervously sat on the couch in front of Dad's desk while waiting for him to get back from his meeting. "There's still time for a change of heart, Mr. Fisher." Jennie broke the deafening silence and towering wall that divided us. "I'll be giving you ten seconds to evacuate the room before the chairman arrives. And before you would regret it for the rest of your life." Regret. Did she think I might regret something for the rest of my life if I tied the knot with her? Perhaps she already noticed or heard the sound of my racing heartbeats. "One." she began counting. "Two." I joined her counting inside my brain. "Three." "Four." "Five." Reaching this far, my heart skipped a beat for a few seconds, attempting to consider her proposal. I still have five more to be able to run away. If and only Noah could talk and understand the situation his confused father is going through, I could have called him and sought his
None of them even considered the fact that the statement was also applicable to me. "Someone like me, that's completely ridiculous!" I could not help but scoff inwardly in disbelief. Well. What else could I say? All my cousins were born with a silver spoon in their mouths. Lucas managed to achieve his dream at a young age. He became the CEO of his own company, and his parents could be proud of his achievement. His achievements also helped his sister, Layne, to achieve her dreams. She got all kinds of support from her brother and parents, either love, financial, or even connections. My other cousins, Mark and Chris, have grown well as well. Their parents supported all their dreams. None of them experienced being in my shoes. To get humiliated, mocked, degraded, and kicked out of the family. It's easier for them to say "Someone like her" because they know nothing about Jennie. I was about to defend Jennie when one of the housemaids of the mansion approached me and whispe
I slightly crouched closer to her with the hope of having a better look at her face but to my surprise, she cracked her eyes open. Startled, with no way of escape, I closed my eyes and kissed her on the lips. "What are you doing?" she whispered to make sure Noah would not wake up. "Go-good night kiss?" I defensively uttered right after I removed my face from her face. Then I cleared my throat to avoid the stuttering of my voice when I was about to add, "Good night, Jennie. Thanks for keeping an eye on my son. You can now get back to your room." Gladly, Jennie didn't ask for further questions about the kiss even if I knew she had all the right to confront me. What I did could have startled her too. She could have bombarded me with questions but she chose to shut her mouth and evacuated the room. I guess we're even now. She kissed me before, so I was simply returning the favor. The next day, I woke up alone on the bed. Worries and fears sent shivers down my spine when
Startled, Jennie hurried to my spot and helped me up. "Zach, are you alright?" she asked before she yelled at her brother, "Julian, do you have any idea what you just do, huh? Are you out of your mind?" "Come on, sister Jennie. That bastard deserved to get beaten, not just a single punch." Jelian hissed back. "Do you even have the slightest idea what that moron did to our family? You should stay away from that monster before your life gets ruined as well." "You should leave this place in an instant, Zachary," Julian ordered. "You, of all people, should know better that most, if not all of us, hated and disagreed about you being part of the outing." "As much as it pains you, Julian, but you can't just shoo Zachary out of this place." Jennie defended me, her voice sharp and sounded scary for the first time. "To begin with, he was not here to join your class outing. We also had our company outing in the same place and time as yours. In fact, we are in the middle of playin