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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
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 96. I get to see her.
“Oh, my god, Jace, you’re alive!” a flurry of blond hair buzzes past the men and women of the construction site who are gathered around me to gawk at my sudden return from the unknown.I feel myself give out an ‘oof’ when Coraline comes barreling towards me, her arms wrapping around my torso in a vice-like grip. Instantly, I feel guilty for being gone for about two days straight, even though the circumstances of my absence were beyond my control. Oliver Hannity comes right behind, parting the crowd. An expression of relief immediately dawns on his face as he takes me in.“Thank god,” he breathes, “where the heck have you been? We thought you’d gone off and fallen off a cliff somewhere!” Then his attention catches my bandaged head, and the eyes narrow, "it seems like I might not have been too far off my mark.”I roll my eyes at him, still bent over from Coraline hugging me.“It’s a long story,” I reply, trying to keep my voice grouchy, but it ends up coming out relieved as I feel infin
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 97. Help.
“We need to get home tomorrow,” I tell Coraline as soon as we get some privacy, that is after we set everything straight before retreating to the cabin. I actually find myself missing the cabin although it had only been two days, appreciating its homeyness and familiarity especially compared to a certain other cabin I found myself in the recent times. It’s a shame we have to leave it though.I’m going to miss sharing a living space with someone if I’m being honest, more than the cabin. Coraline and I were really good roommates if I dare say so myself, we somehow fit in without giving each other trouble. I consider that quite a feat, given how many bad experiences about roommates I’ve heard of in the university, even if the said roommates were girls. I’m going to miss the easy routine we had going for us, the banter and the companionship of sharing a bathroom and kitchen, the way we both found ourselves being in sync with each other, so we didn’t get in the other’s way while trying to
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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
