2023-04-30 22:59:38
Previous Chapter
Related Chapters
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 200. Try to believe
Gerald tells me that we will be able to do this, that we would get to her before it would be too late.I try to believe him.We move into the house eventually, because, unlike any other day, the moon does not seem to be comforting. I realizes that I had only cared about my feelings only and had not even thought about the other when I see Lemon with his head in his hands and Erikkson, who had literally only met him scant days ago, trying to comfort him. Mal looks torn as if he wants to do it as well, but he focuses on his work while glancing at them with a soothing word or two. When I return to the room, every pair of eyes in it turns on me.“I’m sorry I stormed off like that,” I tell them, “Just needed some space so I didn’t do anything stupid.”“It’s alright,” Lemon sniffs, sounding hoarse as if he had been crying, “can’t blame you for it.”“Are you alright?”He shrugs, “How can anyone be alright after seeing that?”“Yeah,” I reply and go to take a seat next to him, “it was horrible.
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 201. Why not?
“Are you certain that this is the spot?” Gerald questions me, tone grave as he stares at the screen that had the screen recording, “I understand your theory here, but I want to know if you're certain of it because after we plan an attack there is literally no going back.”“How can it not be?” I question him, “We know that he’s keeping her somewhere around here, and we know that Empire City is well within the range.”“Why did we not notice this before, then?” Erikkson asks, “We had gotten three videos by now, shouldn’t we have realized this sooner?”“It wasn't there before,” says Mal, “I analyzed the video from before after I noticed the background noises but realized that during those videos, there was no background sound whatsoever. As if he was recording the videos and keeping Coraline in a building where the walls had been built to cancel noise coming from outside.”“I think he moved her after his confrontation with you,” Erikkson says, “or perhaps he moved her sooner, right after
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 202. Who's this?
“Hello? Who is this?” a feminine voice asks from the other side, and I huff out a breath of relief. After spending about half an hour rummaging through my room to find the contact, I’d gotten from Nurse Clara all those times ago, I had been worried that maybe I had been given the wrong number, or maybe after all this time she had changed her phone number. Or maybe she would see a strange number incoming and decide not to answer it. But to my utter relief, she does.“Hello, Nurse Clara,” I answer, “you might not remember me now, but a few months ago you gave me this number and told me that I can call you whenever I need your help, but I’ve found myself needing your specific skillset for something very important.”“My skillset? Look, my guy, I don't know what's going on here, and this sounds seedy as hell, but I don’t remember saying anything like that,” the woman replies in a confused tone, and I can imagine her scratching at her head on the other end, “I don’t normally promise people
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 203. Gun?
“Oh, my god!” Nurse Clara exclaims as she walks into my house, wide eyes staring at everything, “Oh, my GOD! You people actually live in places like this? It’s not just for show?”“It appears so,” I reply, and suddenly her expression snaps to me. She looks a bit different from the last time I saw her, like she had a different hairstyle, and certainly dressed differently in casual clothes. She has had the sense to wear dark-colored, non-descript clothing and clutched a large duffle bag to her chest. I walk up to her and stretch my hand at her, “Hello there. Thank you for coming at such a short notice. You have my gratitude for this.”She carefully places the duffle bag on the couch right next to her and shakes my hand.“You’re welcome, Mr. Greyson. I just hope that this won’t be some true crime podcast episode where all of us die in the end. Or worse, disappeared off the face of the earth with no information whatsoever. Or in witness protection, God forbid.” She tells me and I can’t he
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 204. Entrance
We all get into a Mercedes Van that is capable of transporting us all as well as Coraline if necessary, armed with all our supplies. Mal comes along with us this time because he doesn’t have to be the guy in the chair anymore. Nurse Clara still looks spooked but she’s not looking as if she’s ready to run at any given notice anymore which is a plus because I feel so utterly guilty for bringing her into this considering how dangerous it is. We are, after all, going to confront a crazy person.I just hope that he won’t have something as insane as a defensive force waiting at where he’s keeping Coraline.Because it’s nighttime the traffic is less so we get from Clandestine City to Empire City pretty quickly. The night is nearly pitch black when we come out of the highway, and I feel like we’re marching into a crappy B-movie. The aspect of horror is there with the anticipation in all of us, and the tension inside the van could be cut with a knife.As we get closer to the Empire City Lake a
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 205. To ground
Going into a house with such an open invitation, not knowing what horrors awaited within was not a good idea. But I was fairly certain that within the house, Coraline and maybe the kidnapper was resent, and they were expecting us. Coraline is so close to me after all these days, and I do not think I will be able to just stand here and wait any longer. "Guys," I raise my voice, feeling my heart race in my chest, "this is the last time. If any of you want to return to the van, or just leave together, you have to do it now. I won't get mad at you for your choice, because we have got no idea what we're getting into. But I'm going to go in there now." "No," Gerald replies simply. "You're crazy if you think we're going to back out now," Lemon mutters. "Yeah, no, I'll pass," Mal adds. "If you're not taking the lead, I am," Erikkson replies and steps in front of me. Then he begins to stride toward the house, gait so utterly confident. I feel such gratitude for all of them then, Even Cla
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 206. Force
The force of the man's body sends the gun that had been in my hand flying away, and I hit the ground with a thud. Before I could even gain an understanding of what was happening to me, the man starts to attack me. He gets me in my face as he straddled my chest, pinning me down with his thighs, and I distantly hear a lock being engaged. Pain blossoms on my face as I get fist after fist on it, and then as soon as it started, it ends. "Get the hell off him!" Mal hauls the man off him with one hand and sends him stumbling away from me. Then, he turns instantly and kicks the man in his face. I can't see who the man is exactly because he's covered from head to toe in black, with a full faces black mask, and black clothes. He's built like a mountain, and I do not know how Mal, scrawny, lithe Mal managed to take him off of me. "Jace, get up!" Lemon calls and I turn my head to see that he is trapped on the other side of the facility with some iron bars, and he's fighting another man like Ma
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 207. It's been you.
"Aiden," I breathe, "it's been you all along." He looks so different from how we saw him last. Gone is the jewelry he seemed to be always wearing constantly, gone are the flashy clothes or that infuriating smirk. In the place of that millionaire's son who acted like the whole world was there to get down on their knees for him stands an utter psychopath who looks like he had been made of stone. So pale with his hair long and greasy, falling over his hate filled, angry eyes. He looks much more muscular than before, but the ones on his face are somehow sharper. There is an almost feral look to him, like he had a beat within that he was just waiting to let loose. What shocks me the most is on how he looks exactly like a monster who would definitely kidnap an innocent woman to torture her. "Of course, it was me!" Aiden exclaims, sounding indignant, "I have left so many fucking clues basically littered throughout all the videos, I fucking emphasized every point that would make my identit
Latest Chapter
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
