RETURN OF THE FORGETFUL HEIR

THEY WANT TO HIDE

The dawn painted the sky with hues of gold as Alex, fueled by a seething rage, arrived at his father Mackenzie's house. The gates creaked open, granting passage to a place that held memories of betrayal and abandonment. The air thickened with tension as Alex stepped onto the lavish grounds, his footsteps echoing in the silence of the early morning. He had only one thing in mind – to end the pathetic life of Mackenzie Milton.

Mackenzie had gotten fed up of Alex and his mother Cassandra's tantrums, had disowned Alex some months ago, severing the familial ties that bound them. His reason for disowning Alex, though made rashly, was not one that Mackenzie had come to regret. In fact, he was happy that he had done it at that moment.

Entering the mansion, memories of his childhood augmented by getting all he wanted washed over him. Until some months ago, he could get anything he wanted as long as he mentioned that he was the second son of Mackenzie Milton. He had always flaunted the thing