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Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 88. Everything hurts.
There is a pain in my head that seems to be searing, and the moment I gain consciousness I feel a moan of pain wreck out from my lips.What….What the hell?It’s a battle to open my eyes, it feels like someone has glued them shut. There is a ringing in my ear that makes my head hurt like it’s being crushed, and my head is too heavy for me to hold upright. There’s pain…pain all over my body like I’d gotten beaten up. My mouth is as dry as sawdust, and I cough, my throat painful before forcing my eyelids to open.It’s dark. Wherever I am, it’s frighteningly dark, not unlike the night.And my head hurts so very much.What happened to me? The last thing I remember is driving from the town back to the construction site and seeing a tree that had fallen across the road barring my journey. I remember getting out of my car in order to investigate and see if there was any way I could move the tree on my own. I remember feeling strange because for some reason it felt like the wind has stopped r
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 89. Leave
They light a match and then they light a lap from it. It’s an old kerosene lamp, used for so long that the glass is covered in soot and black. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such things being used in the present day, only in movies and in museums. The lights burn my sensitive eyes, and I crush them shut for a moment. For some reason, the movement makes my headache even more severe, and I have to bite my lips to hold back a groan.“Shit, chief,” says the voice that broke the silence, “I think he’s worse off than we thought.”“Fuck,” another voice replies, sounding frustrated, “well, we can’t have him like that. How severe do you think is the wound?”“It’s still bleeding.”I open my eyes slowly, letting them assimilate to the light. But before I could register the scene in front of me, I find myself asking the men, “who…who are you?”My vision is blurry, but I can make out two human-shaped blobs in front of me. They both seem to be of the same height, and their faces are covered with some
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 90. Leave us alone.
The next time I wake up, my situation is marginally better. The pain in my head had lessened exponentially, and I don’t feel like I’m just a step away from delirium. I don’t feel dazed at all. The waking moments are a bit disorientating, but when I open my eyes, it’s no longer pitch black. My body hurts less, and while the heaviness from before still lingers, it’s nowhere as bad.Instead of the damp blackness, I find myself in a fairly dry, brightly lit room, lying on a cot with an actual warm blanket laid on top of me and a pillow under my head. If it’s one thing I know, is that this is not a cave. It’s far from it.The room looks as if it belongs to a cabin. Made entirely of wood, the roof appears to be pretty squat. The room is warmed by an old-timey wood stove that stands in the corner of the room, blackened from usage and age. I could see a fire burning within it from the open latch. Next to the stove, there are some logs arranged neatly, cut in the right shape to fit perfectly i
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 91. Not so intimidating anymore.
“Okay, I think we should start this from the beginning,” I reply, straightening my posture on the cot so I could stare at him head-on, “why would you think that I’m after your forest? I’m not affiliated with the logging industry in any way. In fact, I’m here as a manager for the hotel that is being built in the mountains. I’m the son of a businessman who specializes in the hotel sector as well. We don’t deal with logging.”“Well, then, why are you buying the timber yard?” questions the man, “you’ve been lurking around the place ever since you stepped to town, and you’ve even conversed privately with both Paul Duncan as well as the logging company. I saw you sympathize with them myself after we burned the timber yard down.”“Oh, so that’s your doing, huh,” I exclaim, “I also assume that you’ve been behind the vandalism as well?”“Yes, we were,” says the man.“Are you responsible for trashing our place too? What about Owl’s Creek? You totally vandalized their construction site and a lot
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 92. Humans?
A few hours after that, after I had taken yet another nap after downing the whole water bottle, I find myself surrounded by a group of people who are not masked with those ridiculous balaclavas.It’s the most disorienting thing, actually. Because I had no idea that I would find so many faces staring at me when I open my eyes to the light of the cabin for the second time that day.And all these faces are young. Around the same age as I am.I did not realize that the man who I called Chief is around my age. He’s a brunette who looks positively elven, with his pale skin and amber eyes, high cheekbones, and hollowed cheeks that would give Angelina Jolie a run for her money.I don’t know why but for some reason I’d envisioned him as some sort of tattooed, mustached villain type with a bald head under the balaclava. Serves me right for stereotyping all criminals I suppose.What comes as more of a shock than the people and the chief’s surprisingly young face so the two people standing next t
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 93. A cult?
Slowly but surely, we manage to tell each other our own stories. And at the end of the conversation, night had fallen, and the ‘eco-conservationists’ have started to believe me.But that is only the tip of the iceberg.“So, you call yourselves ‘eco-conservationists,’” I ask, emphasizing the sentiment behind the term with finger quotes, “what does that mean exactly?”“We protect the forest,” says the Chief, his tone and expression clearly indicating that I’m kind of crazy for even asking that.“Yeah, I gathered that, but what is it that you exactly do? Do you have a certain organization? Do you have campaigns? Donation rallies for your cause? How do you get sponsors to help you all in this noble venture of yours?”Again, the group looks at me, bewildered.“Organization?” utters the girl who talked weirdly, “campaigns? What is it that you’re saying? I recognize them as words, yet the meaning is lost on me.”“Sponsors?” asks Geller, “never heard of them.”“Then how on earth do you find t
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 94. Sick of being Greyson!
“So, what are you going to do with me now?” I ask them after the meal ends, “I’m innocent in all this. You’ve got yourself the wrong guy, and frankly, there’s nothing more I want to do than leave this frickin place and go home.”“Where is your home?” that questions come from Geller.“Clandestine city of course. That’s where I was born and raised until I went to university.”“University?” The whole group looks at me with interest.“You attend university?” Bryn inquires carefully.I narrow my eyes at them, “what, did you think I was too dumb or that or something? Of course, I attend university.”“There is no need to be hostile, we meant you no disrespect,” Medic rolls his eyes, “it is just that none of us had attended such an institution.”“Wait, seriously?” I look at them one by one, and then my gaze finally settles on Medic.I narrow my eyes at him, touching my head, “you mean to tell me that you’re not medically trained?”“I am medically trained,” Medic huffs with what seems like ind
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 95. Common misconception.
It did take me some negotiations, but finally, I struck a deal with the eco-conservationists. I would think it would make my dad proud of my conduct in this whole affair if I was being a bit more egotistical. I mean, I would say I did a damn good diplomatic job saving myself from staying kidnapped.Even if I had to go on and promise these weird bunch of tree-huggers something downright ludicrous.I really need to learn impulse control when it comes to sentimentality.But when the next morning comes, the group of eco-conservationists bid me goodbye, and we take to the forest. I’m freed from my restraints after some apologetic glances are sent my way, and I rub my ankle perhaps a tad accusingly. I get some breakfast, and if they hadn’t kidnapped me, I’d have felt guilty for eating them out of their house when the people didn’t even have jobs, according to them that is. I did not know where they got the money for the groceries if they didn’t have jobs or even sponsors but wisely decided
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