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Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 117. Lemon
I cannot help the incredulous laugh that falls off my lips as I blink at him, trying to get my vision clearer and clearer. My throat still hurts too much to talk, but there are a million questions swirling in my head. I feel like I just might explode if I don’t get the answers for them soon.Lemon is here. How bizarre is that? In my psyche, Lemon is associated with New Yoke, being the general life of the party, the young and genius boy who does bartending for a living and colors his hair a million times to suit his whims. He’s certainly a character, but a character who belongs in the big apple.So, what the hell is he doing here?“Dude, I need you to start from the beginning,” I tell him, trying to make heads and tails, “what are you doing here?”He pouts exaggeratedly, “aw, Jace, I thought you guys would be happy to see me here. Thought we became buddies after I saved your butt from being pummeled at my bar!”I sputter, “of course, I didn’t mean to imply otherwise, I just-“Then the
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 118: Mafia?
“Coraline!”“Lemon!”The said individuals collide in an exuberant hug, laughing their hearts out. At one point, Lemon raises Coraline off the ground and spins her.“Oh, my god!” Coraline cackles as she is set on the ground, “I really missed you, which is strange-““Considering how we only hung out for like three days forever ago, I know!” Lemon added, finishing the sentiment, “what can I say? I was bored of New York and thought I’d try to find more luck on the west coast.”“Oh, wow, you really just left New York like that, huh,” Coraline chuckles shaking her head, “How’d you run into Jace anyway?”“Oh, I was just gallivanting around Empire city when I saw him fleeing this huge ass dude,” Lemon confides, “and so I decided that I should give an old friend a hand.”Upon hearing that, Coraline whips her head at me, concern clear on her features, “Jace?!”“Um, yeah, so apparently, Stone and his lackeys still hadn’t forgiven me for ‘getting them expelled,” I cannot help but use my fingers t
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 119. Missing Girl.
Once we entered the police station, we were taken to the office of the senior detective who was now handling our case, a Mr. Hank Reverend.Hank Reverend is leaning on his desk, staring at a board with various pictures of evidence pinned on it, and some of the pins connected with red strings. He doesn’t even notice us entering until the officer accompanying us tells him, “Sir, these are the statement witnesses of the shooting case number 7.”Detective Reverend slowly turns towards us, eyes scanning us quickly. He is a tall man, rail thin, and dressed in a crumpled suit with his batch attached to a chain over his shirt. He had two days’ worth of stubble growing over his cheeks and bloodshot eyes. Greasy dark hair fell over his eyes, and he had a permanent scowl.He did look very much like a stereotypical detective one would see in a gritty crime drama.Oh, joy.“Good evenin’,” he inclines his head after nodding to himself, “My name’s Hank Reverend and I’ve been put in charge of the sh
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 120. Once again.
“This is insane,” I mutter, “what the…do you have any idea why this persona has been stalking us?! Across the frickin country no less?”I question, feeling my voice shiver. Not even when I was being pursued by the bullies did, I feel like this! Because with the bullies I knew who was after me. I knew what they wanted to do, and I was ready to counter it because I knew them. I knew what it was like to deal with them.But this…except for Talon’s little ambush plan, I’ve never been stalked before. I’ve never had anyone follow me like this in order to take pictures of me and pin them to a wall in an apartment where a dead body is found.“Detective,” Coraline’s shaky voice joins, “can you tell what this might mean for us?”Oh, God, Coraline. It wasn't me who had become a target. She was in this with me as well. Judging by the pictures in front of us, the number of photos the stalker has of Coraline surpasses my own. She’s literally everywhere, and anyone could see who the stalker had been
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 121. Psycho
Coraline is as pale as a ghost when we make it out of the police department. She sways as if she's just about to faint, and I find myself supporting her frame by putting my arm around her. I wonder if I’m overstepping, but Coraline shoots me a watery smile, and I realize this isn’t something she doesn’t want.Silently we make our way to the car in the CCPD parking lot, and I ask Laurent to take us home.I do not think either of us would be able to get any work done today. So, I message an SOS to Gerald and ask him to meet us at my father's estate so we could discuss this and what we have to do about it.“Jace,” asks Coraline when Laurent takes the car out of the parking lot. I turn to her, noticing that she’s cushioned her head on my shoulder. Even though my whole body feels like it’s been dumped in ice water, from where Coraline is leaning on me, I feel warm.I’m very grateful for that. My heart skips a beat.“Yeah?”“What are we going to do about it?” she questions in the same quiet
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 122. I'm changed.
It’s nighttime.Those that needed to be notified of the unique situation Coraline and I found ourselves in had been briefed. My father had told me to do whatever it takes to ‘make sure that the both of us remain alive until the culprit is behind bars.’ Those were his exact words. He’s a real comfort, my father, and has such a way with words. Gerald was much more sympathetic to our plight and promised that he would stick around as well until this whole thing was over. Even if none of us would be able to do a thing if some gunman broke into the house and caught us all unaware, it felt nice to know that so many people are there in our corner.After I called my father, I called Erikkson and told him about the situation so I could get him to handle our anti-logging campaign and the activists. When I told Chief about what was happening, though, I got the strangest reaction.“We will come to the city,” he told me, “We would be able to hunt him before he can attack you.”Knowing that these we
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 123. I'm taken aback.
Coraline is kissing me.Coraline.Kissing.Me.For a moment, I really want to pinch myself because by God I do not think this is real, I must definitely be dreaming. But I still feel the faint pain from nearly getting beaten up earlier today and that does a good job of assuring me that for better or for worse, this is actually my reality.I am being kissed by Coraline. The only thing my mind seems to be capable of at that moment is to come to a screeching halt, doing absolutely nothing but repeat the chant ‘Coraline is kissing me!’ over and over again. I can’t even move, but all my senses seemed to have been heightened by ten times. I feel the night chill more keenly on my skin, although the goosebumps that are all over my arms are not a result of it. I feel the softness of her plump lips on mine, a bit chapped, but still quite possibly the best thing I’ve ever felt. I have been kissed before, but I don’t think any of those fumbling could be compared to this moment.I feel like I wan
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 124. Do it right.
I lie on my bed, but sleep does not come so easily.Just moments ago, I bid night to Coraline, my best friend who just confessed that she was in love with me.Me.Coraline, who was the former head cheerleader of the high school I attended, dated the captain of the football team and was the most popular girl in school. Coraline, who had been in an abusive relationship when I met her again after many years, became my best friend after it ended.I did love Coraline, but I never let myself wonder in which way. Until today, I did not let my thoughts stray to a territory that was not platonic. I felt like I was doing something wrong whenever I got those thoughts, as it made me feel like I would be taking advantage of Coraline. I mean, she was my employee. There were already enough rumors about us, claiming that she was exchanging sexual favors with me for her job. The rumors were disgusting, and whenever I heard them, I made sure to glare at whoever even dared to relay the untruths. If the
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261. Supernatural?
“Oh, fuck!” I let out as I spring away from where I’d been lying with my head on Estelle’s lap. “Holy shit, I’m normal! I’m normal!”I pat at my body, and sure enough, it’s two-legged, hairless, and my hands are actually my hands! With fingers and pink skin, with only some fine hair on my forearms, and no black fur in sight!I immediately look behind me, and nearly cry in relief when I see that I have a normal, human posterior, not one with a tail.And to my surprise, my clothes are still intact though I had ripped them when I had turned into a dog, but they were still here. Thank God, because I did not fancy getting naked for the second time today.“I did not think that would happen,” Estelle comments, and I turn to her. She doesn’t look too shocked at my reappearance as a human. She stands up from where she had been sitting, brushing off her pants as if on habit before turning to me with a smile, “Well, it’s a good thing I didn’t call that hospital.”I stare at her for a moment, won
260. Scream
I cower near the toilet, scared out of my fricking mind as the door opens, hoping to everything holy that she would not freak out, which is stupid considering who would not freak out when they see an animal in a room where they initially left a human in?But to my utter surprise, when Estelle opens the door, she does not scream or throw anything at me.Instead, she blinks.Once.Twice.And then she opens her mouth to say, “Oh.”I blink at her. What did she mean oh? There’s a fricking dog creature in her bathroom and no sign of a human, the human that came to her house naked in the middle of the rain! Why does she look so calm and curious? Why is she looking at me like this was every other Tuesday in her life? I feel so confused that a whine falls from my throat, and that seems to snap her out of her contemplative stare.“I didn’t realize that you were one of them,” she tells me in a confused tone, brows furrowed, “I mean, it’s not like I’m new to this, I should’ve been able to smell y
259. Coming in
I felt different.It was like everything that made me myself, my personality, my conscience, my thinking, and my control over my body, had been plucked out of the said body and then put into a small box somewhere in my mind. I didn’t have any control of my body, although I could feel my body, but then I could not actually feel like I did every day. No, it felt like it wasn’t my body, but then it felt like my body, but not my body again…I didn’t know what to make out of this. My head hurt, and I felt like my breathing capacity had increased and my legs had shortened, and I couldn’t stand up regardless of my somewhat dubious control I tried to open my mouth to talk but couldn’t do that either.And my visions feel weird, everything feels lower than it did before whatever happened to me happened, and the pictures flitting through my eyes seem far more intense than normal. I can hear so many noises as well, the fill of water in the tank somewhere, the sloshing of liquid in the septic tank
258. Get out.
“Okay, so this is going to sound utterly unbelievable at first,” I say, “but bear with me, okay? This really happening and I am not lying, not one bit.”Estelle raises a brow at me. “Okay, normally, if someone tries to defend themselves that much, I might get a little suspicious, but then again what happened to your girlfriend made it to the news and I would never have thought anything like that taking place outside movies or books so I’m going to let you tell your story and pass judgment afterward.”“Fair. To be honest, I don’t even know if I should tell you all this considering there’s still an active investigation happening,” not that the active investigation was doing anything to help. You would think that after being one of the centerpieces of a murder and kidnapping investigation you would be questioned by authorities daily and at least be sent to jail once, but so far, we were only hearing crickets from the police side. It felt like they were truly living under the impression t
257. Ex
Estele sighs, running her fingers through her hair.“I honestly don’t know at this point,” she says, “I’ve never really given any serious thought about this. I knew from the start that I was going to be very careful when having sex with people and was always prepared up until yesterday. And like I told you, I’m not the one for hookups and one-night stands. I love relationships, and I’d gotten out of one just mere months ago and still am not over it, not really.”“Oh, I’m so sorry,” I wince, wondering how two similar people like us could’ve done the same mistake, “was it a bad breakup? I didn’t bring back any memories or something, did I?”Estelle gives out a snort of laughter at that.“No, dude, I can’t even remember the hookup so nothing like that happened,” she reminds me, “and it wasn’t a messy breakup per se. I just…we fell out of love, you see. I never thought that would happen in a relationship. We had been dating for like two years now, and I honestly thought that the next step
256. Good news
After spending quite some time rifling through her wardrobe, Estelle comes downstairs to where I’m sitting on one of her mauve-colored couches with a fluffy blanket wrapped around my frame, holding some clothes.“Good news,” she grins at me, “there are some clothes one of my friends left here after staying the night, and she is about your size. So, if you don’t have an issue with pink,” she hands me the large pink t-shirt she’s got bundled in her hand with a wry quirk to her lips, “and basketball shorts,” she hands me bright red basketball shorts, “then these are yours.”I squint at the combination and comment, “You know, I don’t mean any offense, but who on earth wears this combo even to bed?” The t-shirt is fuchsia with cute, squiggly sheep jumping over a bright green patch of grass. It is truly an assault on the senses, and the less said about the shorts the better.Estelle snorts, “She’s a bit into the eclectic side of fashion. You want me to try and find something else?”“Oh, no,
255. Brain Injury
“Follow me,” I’m being instructed as soon as I enter the quaint little house through the doors. I take a brief look around, my newly deepened senses getting acquainted with the new surroundings I’ve found myself in, and there's nothing to complain about. The lavender and cream scent that emanated from Estelle permeated every available surface of the house and then some, along with the intermingling scents of the cut flowers artistically arranged in various cute vases on almost every available flat surface, one vase each, and the smell of firewood burning in the fireplace. The wallpapers are mauve themes, the skirtings are white, and the floor is made of polished hardwood, and the house lighting is ambient. There is a window seat near the large window I failed to see from the outside, and the wall next to the window is covered with a bookrack. I squint at the old-looking books, trying to see if there are any names on the spines. Some have names, but a lot of them are nameless.Interest
254. Cover
I try to see if there are any materials lying around in what seems to be the backyard of the house, but there are only flowering plants and herbs, neatly grown in flowerbeds and growing heartily, all over the yard. It’s not fenced or gated, and while to me that looks like a bad move security-wise, I guess the residents of this quaint little house do not think so.It’s actually a cottage, by the looks of it, and extremely old-fashioned at that. Blue in color, freshly painted, with white windows and doors, as well as a black tiled roof that had an opening for a chimney.Smoke is coming out of the chimney, and the glow of evening lights emanates from behind the white curtains that had been put behind the windows. It looks homely, and surely someone living in a home like this would not turn away someone needing help, would they?I desperately wish I had something to cover myself, but sadly there is not, so I try to use my hand. Never have I felt this humiliated by a circumstance, and I h
253. Woods
There's something wet on my face. That is the first thing that registers in my mind when I start to gain consciousness from the sea of darkness that my being had been submerged in. The wetness is cold, cold enough to shock me into the real world from wherever it was I had been before, where darkness was a constant. The second thing I register is pain. It's the kind of pain that you would expect to overtake your body after extensive surgery done by some amateur medical professional after a rather terrifying car accident. I feel like I'm cut up and being sewn off raw, with needles pricking onto my skin from everywhere all at once. The wetness starts to increase, and soon enough through the pain, I realize that this had got to be water. What kind of water, I'm not sure. But judging by the force of the icy drops colliding with my skin, I feel like it's rain. Why am I being drenched by rain? Why do I feel so hurt? What's going on? I do not know, but I have been through enough harrowin
