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Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 161. My Father
“Jace!” My father’s voice comes in a bellow that wakes me up from the light sleep I’d finally fallen into after one whole night of tossing and turning in my bed. I shoot out of the bed at the sheer volume of the proclamation and immediately get reminded why such an idea could be considered really bad for a man with my predicament.I moan as I hold my pounding head in between my arms, feeling a thousand hammers pummeling me from the inside of my skull, and close my eyes tightly because the brightness burns my corneas.My mouth is drier than the Sahara Desert, and I smell like a dumpster truck full of week-old cat food. I feel like all kinds of shit I could even think of, which is not a pleasant image, at all.As I hold my head and try to get ahold of myself, I get reminded of why I’m in this position in the first place. And just as quickly, all the feelings I’d subconsciously tried to keep at bay returned, and there was nothing I want to do than succumb back into the blanket nest I’d f
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 162. Kid
It’s so weird to see my dad cook.No, scratch that it’s so weird to see my dad do anything mundane, period. I feel like I’m watching someone else utter around the kitchen, opening the cupboards as well as the refrigerator to see what’s in them and taking out various ingredients to see if it’s expired or not before placing them on the counter. It’s clear that the man is not familiar with his own kitchen, but it seems like he has some kind of an idea about what he's doing, so I sit quietly and let him work.That's until I start to see a pattern in the things he keeps pulling out.“Are you going to make freaking spaghetti?!” I ask him, raising both my brows, and he gives me a look.“Yeah, you got anything against it?”“Not really, but it’s still not even afternoon yet,” I protest, “it feels wrong.”My father tsks, “well, tough, Jace, because it’s one of the things I could make without burning the house down or giving people food poisoning. It’s either this or egg, but someone has forgott
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 163. Lemon
Out of all the people to appear out of thin air and get me out of the funk I found myself in, my father was the last person on the list. Even if he made the list.But that is what happened. He fed me some passable spaghetti, and made me wash the dishes while he helped himself to some of the brandy from a bottle I’d opened, grumbling about me breaking into his prized collection even after I begrudgingly apologized, egging me on to call the university and cite reasons for my absence because apparently, they’d been trying to reach me after noticing that I had been skipping classes, but because I’d neglected all my calls whenever I saw they weren’t from Coraline and he even made sure that I called my friends so I could burrow their notes.I lied and told Mal, Louise, and Annabelle that I’d been down with the flu, and then politely turned down their offers to come to visit with food. I did not want anyone to know that I’ve been wallowing after a breakup like some teen girl in a coming-of-a
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 164. We'll be there.
I try to call Coraline from all the communications devices we have at home, and when they don’t work, burrow the ones that even the security team has.But none of the calls connect through, and the automatic voice from the other side says that Coraline’s phone is out of range or turned off. None of the texts I send gets seen, much lead read.“This is not good,” I say to Gerald, calling her number for the hundredth time, this time from a new phone I just brought from a shop. My mind races, frantic, trying not to come up with eh worst scenarios possible for the lack of contact, but I cannot torture myself that way without having the evidence to back it up, so I hold it wall at bay. But by now, my hands and voice are shaking like a young leaf in the wind, and I feel like throwing up. The light-heartedness I’d started to feel before Lemon’s call came has disappeared, gone in the wind. Now only dread remains, and it makes my blood run colder with every failed attempt to get in touch with t
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 165. Quietly
If it’s any other time, I would be mortified at having left the house in nothing but a t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants with a pair of cracks on my feet. I don’t even feel the chill in the evening as I rush towards the car my father had decided to drive rather than use a driver until Gerald comes behind me, looking utterly exasperated with it all while looking worried, which results in a strange expression overall.“Jace, for the love of God take your wallet and your phone! What if Coraline tries to contact you out of wherever she is? Also, wear these socks, we don’t want you ending up sick on top of it all!” he shoves everything he’d just named at my hands, huffing under his breath about stupid friends and their kids as he rushed past me.“Right, sorry,” I reply quietly, feeling emotions swell within me, and follow him to the car Gerald gets in the passenger seat next to my father rather than me like usual, but this time I’m thankful for that, because there are currently tears runn
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 166. Back in time.
“When was the last time either of you saw her?” I ask Mr. and Mrs. Granger, sitting around their dinner table. The sense of déjà vu strikes me again, and I’m reminded of the last time we’d been here, at the dinner which changed the course of our lives. Before the dinner, Coraline and I didn’t have the problems that eventually drove us apart. But after that, I got obsessed with Astra Development and its harassment. This was our cracking point.And we haven’t even been that long still. So, yes, I could understand where Coraline had been coming from before. It was so early in the relationship, but I was already sneaking around and breaking her trust. Now when it’s too late, I understand how that must’ve affected her as much as it did.If only I could just go back in time to fix it all, maybe Coraline would still be here.“This morning,” answers Mrs. Granger, “she was…not as upset as she was in the last two days, but she still had an air of melancholy to her.” I swallow the apologies lodg
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 167. Hell you are?
We call the police precinct that is in charge of our stalker case because although none of us dares to voice it, we all have that concern ringing in our heads. Also, none of us trust the Grangers’ home precinct after what happened with the whole Astra Development case.When I explain the suspicions we have surrounding her disappearance, the police officers are understandably distraught. They immediately patch us through to the detective who is still in charge of our case, one Hank Reverend. The call is in speaker, so everyone in the dining room could hear what the detective has to say.“What happened? Tell me everything from the start to the finish,” the detective demands as soon as the phone line connects.“Look, I wasn’t there when it happened, none of us were. Coraline had been missing since this afternoon.” I reply, “she’s not taking any calls, and she’s not answering any texts. When we try to call her, we get the response that her line is dead.”“It’s too early to file a missing
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 168. No control
“Jeez, stop shouting, it's not like that.” Lemon hisses, looking around with panic clear in his eyes, “I’m not some kind of criminal I promise you!”“Well, I’m sorry but I don’t think you’re not doing much to make me trust anything that’s coming out of your mouth now,” I try to put a lid on the anger, knowing that the anger, “what’s your deal, Lemon? Why are you so afraid of the authorities knowing about your location?”“It’s not the authorities I’m worried about.” Lemon replies, showing his hand into his hair and fisting it in frustration, “it's the people who can access that information I’m worried about.”This only manages to anger and confuse me even further, “who the hell else can access protected police information other than the police?”“Someone with half-decent knowledge in hacking,” he provides, tone sarcastic, “and those people could be found for the right amount of money on the internet.”“Would you stop talking in freakin riddles and tell me who the hell is after you?” I
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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
