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Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 136. Meeting Parents
“So,” Coraline stands next to me after dropping a couple of files in front of me on my desk in the office at Zelt Tech, careful to keep a good distance between us. We have come to a mutual agreement to not make our relationship public within Zelt Tech premises because neither of us wanted to provide fuel for the already burning rumors surrounding us. While the truth was far from those rumors, it didn’t look like it, and I didn’t want to punch someone for making a crude remark about Coraline.Or scratch that. I very much wanted to punch anyone who would say anything vulgar about Coraline, but I wouldn’t want the consequences that come after the punch. Such as lawsuits. Something tells me that “I was defending my girlfriend’s honor,” would not fly right in any court on the planet. I think.So yeah, we kept our distance in the office, although it was hard. It had only been a week and a few odd days since we started our romantic relationship, yet we’d grown awfully touchy-feely with one a
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 137. Our Future
“Jace, my parents did not suddenly turn into flesh-eating monsters since the last time you saw them, “Coraline insists as the car parks right in front of her parent’s property, a fairly large area of land complete with a beautiful garden and a sophisticated looking brownstone. Mr. Granger’s vintage automobile is parked near the garage, which must be sheltering Mrs. Granger’s much more modern car for the night. The couple takes turns parking their car in their one-car capacity garage and I can’t help but think that’s the cutest compromise ever. The older couple has a nice relationship between them as well, a very loving partnership that had endured through the decades. Coraline is their only child, and they had her quite late in their lives, in their late thirties. So, by now they’re in their sixties, and her mother suffers from hypertension while her father is a diabetic, so Coraline is sometimes worried about them. Which is why she’s not too invested in moving out of her parents’ hou
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 138. Somber
The dinner spread for the night looks and smells fantastic. There were juicy steaks cooked to perfection according to everyone’s wishes, a fancy salad made of exotic vegetables, a corn-cheese bake that looked positively melty, and silky mashed potatoes with gravy. The wine was top-notch as well, and I forewent my normal tendency and indulged in two glasses throughout dinner.The conversation flows, in the same way, it would have this been a normal dinner with the Granger family. Mr. Granger talks about his car and asks about my work; Mrs. Granger asks about business as well as school. Sneakily, they also try to get information from us about our future plans regarding our relationship and whatnot, and Coraline and I indulge them. Of course, when the stealth questions about marriage and kids make their presence known, very subtly, of course, we do a great job of deflecting them. It’s far too early to entertain such thoughts. It hasn’t even been a month yet.And eventually, the atmosphe
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 139. Trashing
The movement erupted all around me as I raise a hand to my temple and lightly press it to where it hurt. A hiss rips through my lips as my fingers make contact, and the skin starts to feel wet.‘Oh’, I think, knowing exactly what the wetness means, ‘did I just get hit in the head? By what, though?’I look down at the ground, and that’s enough to make my head feel like it’s been twirled from the inside. Suddenly, my balance is compromised, and I lean on the counter for steadiness and support.Through the din in my ears, I hear a very familiar voice say, “we heard a glass shatter and then you cried out. I thought you had an accident with the porcelain, but it’s clearly not! What’s going on, mom, why is Jace bleeding?”Well, guess that confirms one thing. But what really did happen? Glass shattered; Mrs. Granger screamed. My vision slowly stops being hazy amongst the noise, and I shake my head a bit. This action catches the attention of everyone else, and suddenly they’re crowding me.“J
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 140. Trouble.
I’m sitting in the garden under a nice, shady canopy from a perennial with my laptop in front of me when I get interrupted.“Well, fancy seeing you here alone. Where’s your better half?” Lemon’s voice calls me as he approaches me, bouncing off his feet like usual. I raise my eyes from the laptop screen in order to acknowledge his presence, as he grins sunnily at me. Sometimes, I wonder where the heck the dude keeps all this energy from. It’s nearly 08:00 PM in the night, and he looks like he just rolled out of bed after a good night’s sleep, ready to go raring to enjoy his day.“Coraline had to go visit her parents after work. She said she will be here shortly. I send Laurent off with her for protection.”“Oh, right, you still got a stalker on your tail. I haven’t heard of him recently, so I thought that problem was sorted.”“No, not really. He's just missing at the moment, that’s all. The police told us to be as careful as possible, which is what we’re doing now.”“I see,” he takes a
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 141. Villain
“So, there’s a new villain in town,” Louise concludes after listening to my rendition of how the dinner with Coraline’s parents went. The moment I stepped into the cafeteria of King’s College campus for lunch, my friends had been on my case, asking for the details of the dinner because I texted them in panic in the group chat, we created once. After that, they had become very interested, and I thought that by today that interest just might be forgotten.But there was no such luck.“I would not go as far as to call it a villain,” Annabelle amends, quirking her head contemplatively, “maybe a new menace.”“What’s the difference?”“I don’t know, but it feels too much calling a land developing company a villain, like, come on! It’s like calling frozen yogurt fantastic. Like, you get to call ice cream fantastic, but frozen yogurt? Come on, it just does not fit!”“I have a lot of questions about your thought process there, also, what the heck had frozen yogurt ever done to you…”Mal rolls hi
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 142. Don't help.
“Jace Greyson!” Coraline’s voice comes, breaking the silence of my home. I snap my head up, realizing that it’s actually dark in my room. I had been completely occupied and focused on the information gathering I’d been doing that I didn't even notice night falling.I stand up from my chair, hastily turning my monitor off so Coraline won’t see my latest research project. I want to have more information on this before talking to her about it, and I still didn’t have the relevant details yet. Not enough to form a plan or give an explanation.Coraline bursts into my room just when I’m straightening from my monitor, and I’m taken aback to see the thunderous expression on her face.That coupled with her yelling out my full name before cannot be a good thing. After our courtship started, Coraline would normally greet me with a kiss as soon as we see each other again.“Hey, Coraline,” I smile at her, trying to diffuse the tension that seemed to be quickly forming although none of us had start
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 143. I'm game.
Coraline leaves after dinner to meet up with her parents rather than spend the night at my place, saying that she feels like it would be safer if she stayed with them for a few days. I feel so very bad when I see how tired she looks with this new problem piling on top of all the old ones. It’s bad enough we got a stalker on our tails, but land sharks too. Granted, it was technically not my problem, but as long as Coraline associated with me, I would be concerned about it one way or the other.Hell, even if Coraline decides tomorrow that she wants nothing to do with me, breaks our relationship, and resigns from her job, I’m still going to be invested. She was that important.Lemon, who had made himself scarce throughout the dinner, opted to let us have some ‘couple-y time’ rather than stay and be the third wheel. His words, not mine. He’d gone out by the looks of it, a soft-looking, dark-colored leather jacket draped over his shoulders and wearing a scruffy pair of dusty shoes. Althoug
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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
