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Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 72. Work on Sunday.
This is the first time I take a drive to town, and I am quite surprised to find the town as busy as it is. And then I check the date. It’s a Sunday. Of course, it’s a Sunday. I should’ve known from the distinct lack of workers in the construction zone.Because it’s Sunday, everyone is out and about, enjoying their free day of the week. There is a farmer’s market and a flea market, side by side and buzzing with people. At a distance, I could also see an honest to God fair, with merry-go-rounds and Ferris wheels, and all sorts of entertainment opportunities. The small town was excited and high on energy, and I wished we could come over here and enjoy it.Curse whoever chose today of all days to draw shit on walls.After driving down the roads of Falenridge one too many times, I wait about fifteen minutes lurking around street corners until I finally find a spot to park.With a sigh, I get out of the truck and lock the thing up. According to google maps, the nearest hardware store where
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 73. Anger
At first, I don’t hear it. Because there are so many people around, and there are plenty of people calling one another. So, I keep on walking, not even wondering who was calling whom.And then the same voice hollers again, “You in the brown and red jacket, stop right there!”I’m wearing such a jacket, I realize belatedly. Confused, I turn back to see who was calling me in the middle of the town.The man is brawny, which is the first thing I notice about him. He looks angry for some reason. Surrounding him are three more guys, all wearing the same kind of expression. And it makes my blood run cold.Oh, God, what now? Who were they, and what were they trying to do to me? Were they inching for a fight? For the life of me I could not figure out why they would want to fight me, I’d literally never seen them before. But then again, most of the people I’ve gotten in trouble with had not seen me before in their lives. My mind runs a mile a minute upon seeing them. Were these people coming fro
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 74. Coward.
This is the first time in my life that I’ve made a bunch of men about my age look so damned frightened of me. I don’t know what I look like exactly. But I’m aware that my teeth are borne, and my hands are clutched around the bag of cans in my arms as if I’m ready to hurl it at any unfortunate target any moment now. I’m right in the little group’s leader’s face, and he stares at me with wide eyes. I know that I’m lighter than them, but at the same time, my body had inadvertently fallen into the offensive position I learned at the Adrenaline Rush club which seems like ages ago.I’m breathing hard and I feel ready to pounce. At that moment, I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty and wipe the floor with everyone trying to get on my damn nerves.But of course, bullies are often cowards.“Fine, we believe you,” Manager Paul’s, whose last name always keeps escaping me, son backs away, gulping. So are his friends, “just stay away from our property.”Perhaps I should have listened to Oliver when
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 75. Cops?
“Please tell me we haven’t run into another problem,” I whine as soon as I get in the hearing range with Oliver. Suddenly, all the excitement I had felt upon driving to and back from town washes away as if I has been splashed with a torrent of water. It’s still way too early in the day for this, “because I ran into some unsavory characters back in town, and please do not tell it’s the timberyard’s manager’s son here with his daddy to create more nuisances!”Oliver’s brows furrow in confusion, “You ran into Paul’s son?”“Yep, and it was not pleasant.”Oliver opens his mouth, probably to ask, but shakes his head. “You know what, I’m not going to ask until we get this one out of the way. And no, I won’t say it’s a problem, exactly. It’s not related to us directly, but well…” Oliver sighs, “you know when I acted this job I really didn’t expect to run into these kinds of things. Thought it was too much movie cliché, you know. But now…”“Oliver, man, I understand why you’re so shaken up, I
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 76. Stop
Because the day is already lost to cleaning up the mess in our own construction zone, we make our way further into the mountains so we could survey the damage in the Owl’s Peak project. At first, we only thought Gill Erwin the supervisor was just here to lament his own woes after hearing about our incident, but it turned out that he wanted us to come and see the damage ourselves and see if we could make a connection with our own.“Maybe it’s two different groups,” he remarked, “maybe it’s one. Maybe they really are eco-terrorists, rather than normal delinquents looking for a bit of fun.”“The man’s stressed like he’s trying to pass Medical school without studying,” Oliver mutters to me after Gill takes his leave after getting us to agree to take a look at his damage. “I bet a month’s salary that he’s not going to be sleeping soundly for a week at most.”“The damage done to his place does look more ominous than our little graffiti,” I reply, scratching my chin as thoughts flit through
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 77. Hike
“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” I groan, turning the key over and over again. The first few times, the car wheezes as if it’s taking in its last dying breath, but finally, that also stops. I bash my fist into the dashboard, “what the heck is wrong with this thing?!”“Judging by its age, I would say almost everything,” Coraline deadpans. Around us, the wind rustles pleasantly as birdcalls come from all around. Sunlight flits through the leaves of the canopy above us. It’s cool which is a plus. It would suck infinitesimally if we had crashed right under the glower of the sun. “We need to get the car off the road,” I tell her, my voice bitter. “We’re right in the middle. I have to take a look under the hood.”“Do you know anything about Mechanics?” questions Coraline dubiously, and I bite my lower lip.“I mean, not really?” I reply, “but we should see if there’s something exploded in there, judging by the sound.”Coraline tilts her head, “yeah, I think we should. Let’s get our daily
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 78: Weird People
The people who arrive towards us are two men, both of them around our age. Both of them have brown hair and green eyes as well. They must be siblings, maybe even twin brothers as their features look so similar, high cheekbones, dusky skin, lithe frames even under all the clothing, and clear, unblemished skin. In fact, they look like they had just stepped straight out of a fashion magazine.Which should make them odd, in this kind of environment. But surrounded by trees, dressed in green and grey, they look right at home.They eye us with barely concealed suspicion, and the one who is taller than the other starts to talk, “Hello. Are you guys lost? We noticed that you were parked on the side of the road and looking quite concerned, so we thought we should come over and ask if there’s an issue.”“Hello, yourselves,” I greet them back, “and no, we’re not lost. We just had a problem with our vehicle. It broke down.”“Is that so?” the shorter one replies, looking over my side to glance at
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 79. Pseudo Father
“Hey, Gerald!” I greet my pseudo-father figure enthusiastically as the video call connects.Gerald blinks at me and then blinks at the corner of his own phone to see the time. He’s so at odds with how he generally looks, with his hair rumbled, his eyes bleary, and he looks like he’d just gotten an hour of sleep after staying up for a week. Also, he’s wearing a t-shirt of all things. I have never seen Gerald in a t-shirt before, and it feels so very odd to even witness it. Gerald always reminded me of the butler in Batman, hell, they even looked the same in some ways except for the fact that Gerald was awfully bulky and in a good shape for a man his age. And every time I saw him, no matter the time of the day, he was always dressed in some sort of suit. Before today, I would’ve sworn the man basically lived in suits, and maybe he was even born in one.But now my worldview has turned.“Jace?” Gerald utters my name as if he’s in a dream that is rapidly turning into a nightmare, “what the
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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
