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Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 184. I see red.
I see red. The only thoughts running through my mind are ‘get out, get out, get out, and go find her!” and that’s all I want to do. But there are two people holding on to me, two men keeping me away from helping my lover who is being tortured in the cruelest ways! He’s breaking her goddamned fingers for fuck’s sake and God knew what he’s done to her when he was not recording, and the contents of the video had been done already, the harm had been done, we were too late already!“Let go of me!” I roar at Erikkson and Lemon, pulling on my own arms to dislodge them as Coraline screams on screen, her voice warbled as if she’d been drugged like she is in so much pain, but her own body is betraying her in trying to get the noise out. And the sadistic bastard doing this to her does not stop there, instead, he takes the hammer and brings it down on the middle of her hand again, right on the phalanges and my lover cries out, and I roared from the bottom of my throat. It’s an animalistic sound t
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 185. Location
“Where the hell were you?” I demand the detective, with the words of the kidnapper ringing in my mind. Could it be true? Were all the officers of the law in Clandestine City bribed and taken care of to the point that none of them would do their jobs in the way they should? “I tried to call you multiple times, trying to get to you to ask what I should do with the email, and you didn’t take a phone call!”“I left the phone at my desk, that’s my mistake, but that doesn’t give you the right to intervene with an ongoing investigation!” The detective says.“Ongoing investigation my ass!” I burst out, feeling anger completely overtaking me again. The words from the earlier ring in my head, “You never told me to not click on an email in the first place. You instead told me to contact you as soon as I got anything, and that’s what I did! All I wanted was to notify you of the email, but you weren't there to take it. And then I called the front desk so I could pass you the message, but do you kn
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 186. Grin
I don't know how exactly he does it, but Gerald appears right in front of Mal's apartment as soon as I give him a call. When I called him and verbalized my request, he was understandably distraught. But something in my voice must've convinced him that I was not fucking around or trying to play a prank on someone God forbid, he tentatively agreed to meet the request. That was about half an hour ago.It's dark in the night now and when I find him, he's shooting glances at the dubious characters who seem to be sizing him up. And Gerald has had the sense to not use a flashy vehicle to come, instead, there is a very beat-up Honda right behind him. The kind of Honda that looks like it's two steps from breaking down. "Where the heck did you find this thing?" I question him, boggling at a car, and Gerald shrugs. He's even dressed in a way that's in total opposition to what he usually wears. I could count the times Gerald dressed in casual clothes with the fingers in my hand, and it has alwa
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 187. Bastard.
The thing about internet cafes is a lot of people who want to be either edgy or unrecognizable visit them for various reasons. I had been under the impression that the business itself was on a decline because almost everyone had some sort of computing device with them, so why waste money and time getting to an internet café if you could do it right at their homes? Back when I was young, there were many of them around, but now I don’t think there were even five cafes littered around the city. After all, aesthetically built coffee shops were proving to be a good replacement for them, because as I mentioned before, people had their own devices and liked to work with them.So, what brought many customers to internet cafes now? Aside from, of course, those who could not afford to have a PC device.Clandestine City had another facet in internet cafes, and that was gaming. In the particular café we were spying on, there was a separate aisle for gaming purposes and that was where a lot of peo
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 188. Gerald
“I realize that I’ve spoken out of turn,” I tell Erikkson when I corner him a moment later as we clear away the dishes from dinner, still at Mal’s apartment. “I mean, I know for certain that Lemon is going to help me, and Gerald might come around, and Mal is in on this…but I sort of dragged you into this whole thing and now I’m suggesting going completely off the rails without even conferring with anyone. I know Gerald got a good lot to say about that judging by the way that vein above his eyes is starting to twitch, but I can’t tell if you-““Jace,” Eriksson races his hands, palms forward with a twinkle in his eyes and a barely suppressed smile, “you don’t have to ramble about this, kid. I knew from the moment you told me about this that we might have to embark on this path, and when I heard what the detective said over the phone, I confirmed it. The truth is, I’m tired of the law enforcement in this city too.”I blink at him in surprise “You are?”Erikkson huffs out a breath of anno
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 189. Boss
“Jace, what are you doing?” Gerald hisses at me after we scurry to the corridor that links all the rooms in the apartment. “Seriously, your father is going to murder me for this. What are you thinking?!” “I’m thinking that I got another video of my lover getting tortured and no one is doing anything about it, so at least I should take matters into my own hand before she gets killed!” I inform him, trying not to feel annoyed at his reasoning like the last time. I do not want to have another falling out with him, not now. We had to stick together now, otherwise, this whole operation would fall apart! “Surely you can understand my reasoning here. Even the criminal himself stated that the police is doing jackshit, and Detective Reverend and his front desk jackass made that all clear. What else am I supposed to do here, Gerald?”Gerald sighs, “It’s not to say I don’t understand what you’re getting at-“ “Look, I have an idea that you just might, because I don’t know anything about your pa
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 190. Reason
After that bizarre conversation with Gerald, we decidedthat it would be for the best if we took the whole operation to the estate. There is security there and no one would expect an operation like the one we're trying to do to take place in a billionaire's house. Also, as Mal stated after we moved, apparently the internet connection of the Wi-Fi was faster than his own too, so it was a plus. As it was the middle of the night, we could cut off the cameras that we'd hacked into because we were certain that the kidnapper wouldn't enter the place at that time. Because I only had one computer in my place and as it was not as powerful as Mal's was, we knew we had to pack up his devices and transport them back to my place. So that is what we did. Erikkson had to leave because he had work to do but promised that he'd swing around the next morning to see how it was going. Mal, Lemon, and I packed the devices that Mal needed into cardboard boxes and brought them to Gerald’s beat-up Honda. For
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 191. Strange
I am sitting in a file, and it is nighttime. It is quite strange, because I'd never seen this particular field before, and have no memory of coming here. The file is filled with long blades of grass that brush gently against my legs, which seem to be bare. In fact, I'm not wearing any clothes whatsoever, and it is disconcerting because I do not think there was ever a circumstance in my life where I would step out into the open buck naked, much less wind up in a field without a stitch of clothing! I look around frantically, searching for my clothes in the grass, but the only ones I find are pebbles and dirt in between the blades. I stand up, feeling the chill of the night biting against me. I notice while I'm searching for my clothes that there the dark blue sky is blank. That stops my search in the spot. There are no stars in there, there is no moon. There aren’t even clouds. Something is amiss here because I can clearly see what was surrounding me as if there was light, but I did k
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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
