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Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 55. Return
The trip back to Clandestine city is uneventful at best. We miss the plane at the airport because of, embarrassingly, traffic, so we have to take a train. But after that, it’s all smooth sailing, and by nighttime, we have arrived at Clandestine city.I have to admit that after the blur that was New York, Clandestine city feels calm, and serene like a breath of fresh air. The clock strikes midnight by the time we arrive home, and I ask Gerald and Coraline just to crash at my father’s house rather than brave a trip to their respective homes this late at night. Besides, there is plenty of space to accommodate anyone in the big estate, and the prospect of not being alone for the night is soothing.The sleep that night is dreamless, but it takes some time for it to come. I find myself lying in bed, thinking about everything that has happened in the last few days in detail. I think of the bar fight, and the eclectic bartender we’d met. I wonder if he will seriously come to Clandestine city
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 56. News
The relationship between me and my father is not the best. They aren’t the worse either, because we do talk from time to time, and I know plenty of children estranged from their fathers who never talk with one another. Heck, even I was like that just months ago.Compared to then, our relationship had made leaps and bounds at the present.But there is still an awkwardness in our interactions. I have a feeling that my father doesn’t really know how to deal with being a father, and honestly, I can’t blame the guy for it. He didn’t raise me, at all. Maybe that was my mother's fault. In her anger, she barred my father from even seeing me in my younger days, and walking in her footsteps, I refused to meet him. I feel guilty about it now whenever I see him.That is until he opens his mouth and raves about how he wants me to be his heir. In those moments, I feel like the only reason he even wants me around is just to be a mini-him and take over the company. And because those kinds of topics d
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 57. Come on, Jace
“News?” I blink at him. What kind of news did he have for me? The last time he had news for me, I ended up the COO of his company, and that is something I’m still miffed about because of the sheer havoc it wreaked on my schedule. But that is beside the point, so I focus on the present and give him an expectant look.“Yes.” He nods to emphasize his point, “while I believe that none of my alleged enemies are behind the recent shootings, I don’t know exactly who is behind it. But there is a pattern in their shootings and the victims. I realized as soon as I landed and read the reports that almost all of them are related to Zelt Tech one way or another, hence, it can be concluded that the shooters are specifically targeting employees of Zelt Tech.”“An astute observation, father.” I can’t help but provide. It’s not like I had been telling him about the exact same thing for the last few minutes. No, he came to that conclusion all by himself.Unbelievable. How on earth are we even related?
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 58. Babysitting?
I tried to deny my father. I tried to hold my foot down and demand him to take his favors elsewhere and leave me alone here to deal with my actual job and enjoy the summer for god’s sake. I was not his puppet. I could not just drop everything in my life here and haul ass to the freaking middle of nowhere Montana to oversee building a hotel. I’m not a contractor, I knew next to nothing about building stuff. I studied business, not hotel building!And on top of it all, Gerald would not be coming with me.“I can’t let one of my CEOs follow you to babysit you,” my father tells me when I ask if he will be coming with me, “Gerald got enough work to do here than follow you around the country.”“I’m the freaking COO of the company Gerald is CEO in. Last I checked the chief of operations in a company should be there to witness the said operations!”“Someone else will take that position until you return.”“What?!”“I got plenty of people under my employment capable of taking over you for a smal
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 59. Kindness. Really?
True to his word, and to my immense surprise, my father arrives at the airport to see us off.“Be careful out there,” he tells me at the lounge minutes before we’re due to board, “I’ve heard from Gerald that you have the propensity to get yourself in trouble from time to time.”If Gerald was here, I would definitely be giving him a glare for prattling to my father.“It’s not so bad,” I reply, trying to keep my tone from being petulant. We are so not close enough for me to be comfortable with that, “I just have such dismal luck sometimes.”My father shoots me a wry smirk, “I see. Want to know something?”“Of course,” I answer automatically because I am so curious about him.“When I was your age, I had the same kind of luck,” shocking me to the fullest, he reveals, “sometimes, it felt like the whole world was against me.”“How did you cope with it?” I ask him and note distantly from the large digital clock hung in the middle of the lounge that I only have five minutes until they give ou
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 60. Do not judge!
I try to make my way toward the business class. I have no doubt that my expression is thunderous because I cannot believe this. The man lied to me in order to steal my seat! And I fell for it. I didn’t even get his name, but as soon as I listened to his sob story, I just upped and decided that no little girl would be crying for her daddy in my watch.Serves me right for being so gullible.But before I can make it past the curtain that leads to the business class area, a flight attendant comes to intercept me.“Excuse me, sir,” she holds up her hands, “you can’t go in there. That’s the business class area, and you’re a passenger in the economy.”“No, not really,” I reply, “I booked a seat in the business class, but I was cheated out of my seat!”The flight attendant raises a brow and takes a glance at me. Then she sighs exasperatedly.“Look, sir,” she says in an annoyed tone. My stomach starts to sink as I realize what was happening, “we have some passengers like you pop up almost all
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 61. Montana
When we arrive at Helena, Montana, it is the evening. After the initial altercation on the flight, neither Coraline nor I came across any other issues, thankfully. I was dreading making ground fall because I was so sure that just because the universe wanted to fuck with me at any given moment, my luggage will definitely be lost upon my arrival to Helena, Montana, or worse, misplaced in a way that it would’ve ended up in the opposite side of the country.Thankfully, I was not that unlucky. But I will not feel shame when I saw that I nearly sobbed in relief when I saw that our luggage was pretty much intact when we go to get them, and I don’t have to fight with airport workers over them.Small mercies, I guess.“Travelling with you is pretty exciting, you know,” Coraline teases me as we get into a train to take us to our next destination, from which we will book a rental car and take it to use throughout our vacation/forced exile while we stay at one of the cabins relegated to the staff
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 62. Homey
“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me!” I exclaim as soon as the door to our cabin opens, “tell me this is a mistake.”The supervisor who asked us to just call him Oliver gives out an awkward chuckle, “I’m sorry, Mr. Greyson and Miss. Granger, but we did not anticipate y’all coming here, so the cabins were built for working people with the limited facilities and budget we had. If you aren’t comfortable with the arrangement, though, I will gladly call a nearby hotel and book you two separate rooms.”The cabin looks homey enough, everything made of wood, with a three-room structure, one for the kitchen/living room, one for the shared bathroom, and the other for the bedroom.A single bedroom, meant to be shared. There are two beds placed side to side, pushed near the walls as if it’s some sort of a dorm room. Coraline blinks at it, with amusement etching on her features, contrary to my anxiety. I mean, I’m not that much of a snob to balk at the idea of sharing a room with someone. I’ve done th
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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
