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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
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 192. Get a Hit
It took us two more days to get a hit.Two torturous days of unblocking the Grangers and trying to calm them down so neither of them would end up in the hospital with heart palpitations or something else, two days of hoping that maybe I was wrong about the police and maybe they might be able to actually do something about it only to be proved wrong, two days of living with all the demons in my dead telling me that I was not going to make it, that I was going to get us all arrested with my scheme and Coraline will end u dying in the end because I messed up, two days starting at two screens with my friends waiting for the man we flagged as the kidnapper or anyone suspicious to arrive at the internet cafe, two days of waiting and waiting…until we finally get the hit.Well, something of a hit. More of an idea. That morning, Mal tells us, “There seems to be a two day difference between the first video and the second video. While we normally need about three or more circumstances in order
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 193. Devices
I call Erikkson and Gerald, but Gerald is in a super important meeting in another city, so he can’t make it. But Erikkson doesn’t have any appointments in the morning, so as soon as I tell him what we have discovered, he tells me that he would come by my place in a few minutes.“I’m the guy in the chair,” Mal says as Lemon and I run around to get supplies for a stakeout, “so I’m going to wait here. Unless you got a fully equipped vehicle with all the devices, I could get my hands on stashed around here somewhere, I’m going to have to stay here and steer you all from the distance. I suppose you all got some Air Pods available.”“Yep,” I tell him, “If not we’ll just buy’em.”“No need to spend your money on me, Mr. My-father-is-a-billionaire, I mooch from you enough,” joked Lemon as he breezes past me, “by the way, what car are we taking? It gotta be something nondescript right?”“I’m not taking that Honda Gerald found from God knows where. Just one of the black ones that don't look too
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 194. Internet Cafe
When we park in front of the internet café on the other side of the road so the chances of the kidnapper noticing us are less, I feel such a sense of déjà vu that all the hairs on my neck rise with the tension that seems to be in the air.Never did I think that I would have to be in this position, with two guns tucked into the waistband of my jeans, in a car with two guys and another speaking in my ear, waiting for a kidnapper to arrive so he could upload yet another video of my lover getting tortured.If Mal’s prediction is correct, then the kidnapper had a video he would be unloading. Another montage of him physically assaulting Coraline, or doing something worse this time, and I will have to watch it for the third time. I feel such a sense of hatred when I think about it, and when I see a policeman around the corner of the town square, we’d parked right next to, I feel positively murderous. If they had done their job correctly, then I wouldn’t have to be here, I they had not been s
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 195. Calm Down
“Move!” I immediately shove at the man bending over my side and opening the car door so I could get out. The guy looks stunned at my audacity until I manage to get out of the car. But the moment he recovers from it, he is furious.“Who the fuck do you think you are?!” he tries to grab me by the shirt collar, but I expertly dodge him, “You want to fight me? Is that what you want? Are you going to fucking fight me for this?”“No, but you need to get out of my way right now!”“Jace, what’s going on?” Erikkson and Lemon are both getting out of the car, and I point in the direction of the internet café where the black-clad figure wearing a pair of large wire-trimmed glasses, a black beanie, and a black mask.“That’s him!” I yell. Even the man who had been trying to get rid of us turns to look at what this fuss is about. “The kidnapper!”The guy’s eyes widen, “wait what?”The kidnapper suddenly freezes on the spot and turns right at us. What little we can make out of his eyes narrows and th
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 196. Escape
Detective Reverend sits next to me, fuming. I sit on the other side of a table to which I am cuffed, feeling like all kinds of shit and angry beyond words. The room is cool and there's a one-way glass dominating one wall, and I've never felt more like a criminal in my life. When I had not even committed a crime. “You went after him,” Detective Reverend says, “after everything I told you, after everything we did here to get to him, you took matters to your own hand, and you jeopardized the whole operation.”“Funny how you tell me that I jeopardized the whole operation as if there was an actual operation going on,” I reply, “when you couldn’t trace a video and find the kidnapper when I could.”“I will get to how you did that shortly,” the detective snaps, “but for now, I have to ask you, what the hell were you thinking?”“I was thinking that no one here is doing any fucking thing, and there seems to be no development in the case whatsoever, so at least I should do something about it.
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 197. Anger
Erikkson and Lemon are waiting in the parking lot when I walk out of the police station, feeling like a man who could just watch the world burn and want to laugh at the moment. The note that Detective Reverend gave me before is clutched tightly in my hand, and I feel like I’m going to have difficulty breathing soon because of the emotions that I am desperately trying to take control of but failing. There is just so much anger and fear in me that I feel like would end me if I just let it.And damned if I don’t want to let go.As soon as they see me, the two men rush towards me. Lemon reaches me first and tackles me in a hug which surprises me out of the rage stupor I had been building. As my arms automatically go around him, I can see that he is actually shaking.He isn’t crying or anything, in fact, I’m pretty sure that his face was inched in what looked like anger before he hugged me, but he is shaking.From fear or anger? I do not know. But as soon as I feel it, the most bizarre thi
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 198. Promise
“I swear I’m alright,” I tell both Mal and a frantic-looking Gerald, “the tasering did not scramble my brains, I promise.”“Dammit, Jace this is not funny,” Gerald replies in an exasperated tone. He’s still wearing the business suit I saw him in when I called him this morning just before leaving for the stakeout, and it looks crumpled. He looks like he could use a long night of sleep, and to be honest, everyone in the room looks the same. Mal has got his computer and dual screens running still one of the screens showed footage from the café while the other was screening my email account for a new mail so he could trace another video should we get one.“I did not intend it to be,” I reply, settling down into a chair with a sigh, “and it doesn’t matter, not really. We lost him. Thanks to those fucking cops, we lost the only chance of getting to Coraline.”I expect the tears to come then, but my body proves me wrong. No matter how my hurts, tears do not escape them. But there is such a h
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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
