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Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 233. Heir
“If I were to answer that question, I need to retrace the history of the Wilkens family,” says Mr. Wilkens, “but it’s already getting late, and I have a feeling that your family would not be too keen on me keeping you here until the after hours. After all, this was meant to be a short affair. A very brief meeting of introduction if you will. But to give you a very short answer, I have found my trust in my family waning during these recent times.”And there it is. That’s the reason. I knew that there is something sketchy about this whole gated community thing and here he was confirming it.“May I know why you think you can’t trust them?” I inquire, and the elderly gentleman shakes his head.“Not here, my boy. Walls are peculiar things, sometimes they may have ears,” he gives me a wink and a smirk, “we’ll schedule a later session off these grounds. Then I will be able to impart that knowledge upon you.”“You still didn’t answer my initial question though,” I point out, I still don’t kno
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 234. Why you never told me?
John and James drive me back to my home. They leave me in front of the gates as per my instructions, and I walk all the way home through the massive estate. I feel quite let down, more than a little bit sad, so very shocked and honestly out of this world. The need to find a bottle of anything that’d make me forget this encounter for a moment prevails over any other desire. How on earth do I find myself in these positions? When I was smaller, back when I didn’t really realize who my father actually was and rich people existed, I came to realize that rich people lived some pretty bizarre lives. And I admit, I laughed at them and made fun of them.Never did I realize that one day I would land in one of those situations that little me would have thought was extremely dramatic to the point of being hilarious. That little shit would be chortling at me right now. Not that it was very chortle-worthy, because Jesus Christ someone was dying. But every other fact is just absurd.How suspicious a
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 235. Forget
“What did he want to do with you?” he demands, “did he threaten you? Coerce you into something?”“What? No, he didn’t coerce me into anything.” I reply, “He gave me some much-needed information, though. Told me almost everything that you kept under the covers. Not everything, mind you. There seems to be a lot I still don’t know, but I know enough.”“And what about what he said that had gotten you so worked up?” Gerald questions, “Is it the fact that your father had been in contact with him all this time?”“No, I’m mainly upset about you keeping his identity a secret from me this entire time knowing what he wanted from me all along.” I yell, wondering how he was not seeing it still, “how could you not tell me about it? Did you think I’d be upset? Because he's the father of the woman who could have been my stepmother?”“We didn’t want you to worry about him as well. He should not have met you without talking to your father, he had no right to do so.” Gerald snaps, making me want to bare
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 236. Bar
The club is loud.Louder than I ever thought a place like this could be. I’ve never been to a club before, and I do not know how on earth I ended up here. I just came out for a drink. Initially, I was thinking of visiting the bar where Lemon works, but then again, I realized that if I do that, I’d have to socialize with him. And while I normally valued our time together, I didn’t want to talk about what happened today. The guilt was already starting to sink in, and there was nothing more I wanted to do than just get wasted out of my mind and forget my entire identity for a moment.And so, I initially went to a bar and had a couple several shots of whiskey, I went there, sat down next to the bar, and threw back the shots like it was god’s own lifeblood until I felt a little less than dying, thank God I’d come out of my lightweight status after all this time of drinks, and somehow two people migrated towards me. Apparently, they were feeling sorry for me, and they didn’t want people to
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 237. Who?
A groan rips through my throat as I register the early morning rays warming the skin of my face, and just as the world starts to come back to me, I feel the ache in my head.Well, calling it an ache would be too fucking generous given how my head feels like it’s about to break open, what the hell?My hands automatically go to clutch my head as I turn to the side and bury my nose in the pillow beneath my head. Vaguely I realize that it’s a nice-smelling pillow, very cold from the air conditioning in the room. But the smell is strange, not like the pillow I’m used to. The fabric softener used to do all the laundry at my father's house has a little sandalwood smell, but this one smells like lavender and cream. The fabric softener was from an exotic brand and my father had specifically asked the housekeeper to use it, the housekeeper told me herself once I asked.So how is it possible that the pillow smells different? Did the housekeeper change the fabric softener? Strange, considering ho
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 238. Weirder
“Did we use protection?!” she repeats in a much more startled tone. I feel all the blood rush out from my body at that question.“I don’t know,” I reply, feeling quite restricted and unable to flee, although my most base instinct is to flee, “I don’t remember anything about last night, I don’t even know who you are and how I ended up here, and I honestly don’t even know if we did anything!”“Then what the fuck is this?!” The woman screams and pushes the two fingers she had, I assume, stuck in her downstairs in order to get the sample.“I don’t know!” I reply, scrambling to my feet in order to find my clothing. And oh, God, they’re just tossed everywhere! My pants had somehow been lodged on a lamp, my underwear is caught under the leg of the bed, and my shirt was on the back of the chair near the small desk. The room looks like it belongs to a very low-grade hotel and is that mold I can see growing on the wall?!How on earth did I end up here? How far away from the nightclub is this p
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 239. Do you think?
After we get dressed without trying to catch one another in the eye we get the hell out of the room. The rest of the hotel looks just as stingy as the room, and the strangest thing is that the lavender and cream smell follows me. Earlier I thought it was from the bed, now I’m starting to realize that the people maintain the hotel, which is quite a generous term to allocate to whatever the cleaners and the management are doing here, might just have pumped some air spray all over the corridors and whatnot to keep away the smell of the mold. I don’t feel like being cranky about that much because it’s quite nice.Anyway, we make our way to the front desk of the hotel, passing a disturbing number of couples who are coming out of the room in various forms of emotion, some angry, some disgusted, some mortified, some indifferent, and some looking genuinely happy and satisfied, to join the din.Oh, ok. So this is that type of hotel then. Where they might advertise rooms for lodging, but in act
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 240. Register
“Drugged?” Estelle repeats, “Are you talking about things like date rape drugs? What!? Are you serious?”“100%,” I say, "I mean, think about it. Neither of us knows what happened to us, both of us have major black holes in our memories after drinking. We don't know what happens after we drank that one drink, we do not even know who got it for us and then the next thing you know we wake up next to each other on a bed naked. Looking like we'd slept together, but neither of us remember any of that.”"Yeah, but that doesn't mean we were drugged," Estelle insists, "maybe we were sort of in that we didn't remember what we did l last night,” she tries to reason, and although it frustrates me that she's trying to say this is our own fault when it looks like it clearly was not. I can't understand what compels her to say so. I mean who wants to admit that they had been drunk in that nightclub people shame victims for things like this saying that there are too many. Estelle might be afraid of th
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