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Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 225. Anabelle
Anabelle immediately comes barreling over to me and nearly pushes me on the ground with the strength behind her tackle. I can’t help but let out an ‘oof!’ at that and put all my strength to not fall. Anabelle might be small, but she is deceptively strong.“Jesus fucking Christ, you asshole,” she punches my chest as soon as she lets go of me from that bone-crushing hug, “what the actual hell happened to you, Jace. I call Mal and he tells me that your girlfriend had been kidnapped and now she’s dead and some murdering bastard killed her right in front of you so please tell me that he’s pulling my fricking leg here because dear god, I can’t even imagine…”“It’s all true, I’m afraid, Anabelle,” I try to give her a watery smile, “a lot of things happened, and in the end, she’s gone.”Her eyes start to shine, and she whispers, “Oh, Jace, I am so very sorry.”We embrace again, and I feel a pang in my chest because her hug reminds me of Coraline’s, although Annabelle as a person is not at all
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 226. Few days
I got a few days of respite where I could at least pretend that I was just another normal college student coming out of tragedy, and during those days I admit I got a little comfortable in that role. Gerald told me that he wouldn’t ask me to come back to work until I had plenty of time to settle myself and he knew that working in the same space I shared with Coraline all this time would be torture for me. Rick Erikkson promised that he would take care of the eco-conservationists, saying that it was the least he could do for us. And that I wouldn’t have to be involved in the court case that was about to be filed at all as I had no connection to the case, at least not on the books. I was grateful for this as well and made sure he knew that.I admit that these days of respite were not the worst, but they weren't the best either. One of the cons that came out of the situation was the sudden fondness for alcohol I felt. Pre-Clandestine city me would have been abhorred by the amount of alco
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 227. Buddy
“Mr. Greyson, good evening,” one of the black-clad men says as if he’s greeting me while in class like he wasn't clearly stalking me here with his friend.“No,” I say, “don’t you dare ‘good evening!’ me, you stalker, what the hell are you doing here?!”“There is no need to get agitated, Mr. Greyson,” Man in Black 2 says.“Sure, buddy, I got no reason to be concerned that I’m being fucking stalked by people I’ve never even met before,” I reply heatedly, thrusting a finger in their direction, “What do you want from me now? What the hell does your family want from me?”“The Wilkens family only require you to have an audience with them,” Man in Black 1 says, “just a conference. It will not even take a couple of hours.”“Yeah, I don’t think the Wilkens family send their agents to meet some random college kid in the middle of the day-““It is the evening now,” Man in Black 2 interrupts me and I glower at him for it, which he just ignores. swear these people are just so infuriating, how are
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 228. Hell
I sent Gerald a quick text saying. 'If I'm not back by nightfall and won't answer my phone, trace it.'It's bound to get him agitated, but without knowing what the Wilkens family wants from me I can't give him more information. And telling him that I was actually accepting an offer to meet up with the said family was only going to get him agitated.However, this is going to get him in quite a tizzy too, so I add, 'I'm going for a meeting.' Just in case. The men in black clothing, agents for the Wilkens family seem to notice me sending the texts but do not say anything against it which does bring me a certain degree of relief, I will not lie. If they didn't want anyone to know where they were taking me or who they were taking me to, I surely wouldn't have been allowed to keep my phone. Hell, if that's the case, I was pretty certain that they'd have just forcibly taken me in even when I said 'no' multiple times. Maybe the reason the Wilkens family wanted to see had nothing to do with
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 229. Door
The car pulls next to what looks essentially like a close gated community. It is a massive estate with lavish houses built equidistant to one another. The outside is immaculately groomed, and the houses and subsequent facilities looked like they could sustain a group of very wealthy people within the estate forever without having to go outside. At a side, there was even a plot of land that looked like a mini-golf course. There were so many vehicles parked in the driveways, and there were so many people walking around the estate grounds as well, dressed in uniforms to show their status as workers. And they weren't the only ones outside. There were people of all ages dressed far more nicely loitering around, engaging in games with children, conversing, playing tennis and golf, even swimming…“What the heck is this place?” I ask John and James, mesmerized by what I’m seeing.“This is the Wilkens family estate,” replies James, “every member of the Wilkens family resides within the estate
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 230. Confirm
Inside the room, there is a man reclining on a sofa.That’s it. It’s a large circular sitting room with windows all around bringing in light through the lace curtains draped over them. There is a set of garish gold and ivory-colored sofas placed around a coffee desk and the man is lying on the longest sofa there is. He’s a frail person who lies face up on the sofa, with an Afghan laid over his legs. His eyes are closed, and his hands are laid with fingers intertwined, he looks like he’s sleeping. I stand there right next to the door, frozen, not knowing what to do.This is the weirdest shit that’s ever happened in my life, and that’s saying a lot considering what I’d gone through.Is this guy even alive? Should I wake him up? What was he doing here sleeping in a sitting room? Is this the master of the Wilkens family? I’m not the one to judge people based on their appearance, but this is the master of the family everyone seems to be afraid of. I honestly thought that he would be bigger
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 231. Blink
I blink at him. Once, twice, thrice.Oh, God.What?“What?” I repeat the word running in my mind, and he nods.“I am your step-grandfather,” reveals Harcourt Wilkens, “your father married my daughter.”The words run in my mind over and over again. I mean, when I woke up today with an empty bottle of some spirit or the other cradled in my arms, sprawled on a couch rather than my own bed, I did not even think of finding out this tidbit of information. I thought the two guys in black were dangerous and were trying to get me involved in some trouble, but this? I did not fathom that the letter I received was from my father’s actual wife’s father.And that is a whole other can of worms that had been forcibly opened with that one confession. I’m the illegitimate son! My father and my mother never married, he carried on an affair with my mother while his wife was this guy’s daughter. Was married to him. He had a kid with his affair partner while his wife was still freaking alive!!!For all in
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 232. Society
“I don’t think I’m ready for it to be honest,” I say, “a lot of things had been going on, and if there were any earlier plans, I had to gain more experience in order to do a better job, all of that had been derailed with everything that happened. A lot of my father’s business information is still a mystery to me, and I think he needs to hold onto his position at least until I graduate. I still attend university, by the way.”“I see, I see,” the man nods, “well, I don’t think your father expects you to take over this year either, although it’s always better to have a successor waiting for you once you want to step down. Most likely he told you that he would be retiring at the end of the year so you would take it seriously.”“I always take things seriously,” I reply, “he didn’t have to lie if he wanted to keep me here.”“Did he know about that? You were quite adamant in your insistence on being independent, last I heard.”“I was going through a rough patch when I came here,” I confess,
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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
