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Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 84. A gift.
The plan was good to go. After some negotiating with my father as well as Gerald and discussing all our ideas, our thoughts, and feelings regarding this venture, my father deemed that starting one more project in the same area would not be too much of a problem.“The tourist attractions in the area surrounding Falenridge had been improving over the years,” he’d said, “and after a poll conducted this year, it was revealed that the accommodations in the area are not enough for the tourist inflow that is said to happen in the next set of years. And the idea of getting Falenridge a business hotel is not without merit.”I have to admit that I was half-worried that my father would insist that I stay here and manage that hotel as well rather than come home. It was unfounded because we were both aware that I had to return to the city as soon as summer ended because I still had two years to finish at the university and I had no hopes of being a dropout.“This isn’t a decision I’m taking lightl
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 85. Not anymore.
The young man who regards me from near the cashier’s stand in the Mountain treasures gift shop, glaring at me with unabashed hostility is someone who had accompanied Marty the nightguard and Paul the manager the day I had been accused of being a delinquent trying to break into the timber yard. I remember his face faintly as it looked at the scene with disdain while I was shoved into a police car to be taken and imprisoned. After the whole fiasco with the timber yard, meeting Paul’s son and now the power, I’d begun to think that the vandalism accusation incident was behind me.But judging by the thousand-megawatt glare I was receiving, it seemed to be unlikely.Crap.“What are you doing here?” The blond-haired grey eyed young man hisses, taking a step away from me.“Seeing as I’m in a gift shop, it has to be obvious,” I can’t help but reply, “I’m here to buy an item in order to gift it to someone.”I didn’t think it was possible for his eyes to narrow more, but I’m proven wrong.“Reall
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 86. Getting hints.
“Look man, I know you hate my guts for some made-up reason, and by the way, you look mighty stupid for it, but this is too much,” I growl, “I’m not here to pick a fight with anyone. God knows I’ve got enough of those in my life, and I’m not looking for more in the near future. So, if you could please ring that thing up for me and let me pay for it, I’ll be on my way home and you can go on with your job.”“Uh-huh, and you mean to tell me that you got enough funds to buy a $900 snow globe?” the young man who was starting to become the bane of my existence snorts, “yeah right.”“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask, making sure that my voice is calm and even. If he was insisting on being an immature idiot, I should be the grown-up here, lest we would end up fighting over the counter like a couple of kids.“Look at you, man!” he says, flailing his hand at me. “You look like some kind of a hobo who just woke up from sleeping at a park bench. How on earth can you afford something like this?
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 87. Hobo? No way!
The woman wears a shirt with the logo ‘Mountain treasures’ printed on it and a pair of blue-washed jeans. Her hair is piled on the top of her head in a ponytail and her eyes are framed by clunky glasses. She looks about the same age as Oliver is and looks from Craig back to me with an expression of acute confusion.“Ma’am,” before Craig can get a word in, I say, “allow me to introduce myself. My name is Jace Greyson, and I’m the manager at the hunting lodge construction project going on in the mountains.”“You’re a what now?” The young man, Craig squeaks.“Um, okay, hello, Mr. Greyson,” The woman replied, tilting her head in puzzlement, “I’m Carrie, and my husband owns this store. What seems to be the issue here?”“He's lying to you, Miss!” Craig finds his footing, “I saw him for the first time at the timber yard, he was arrested for trying to break in and trespassing. Marty and Paul themselves called the police. He’s in cahoots with the criminals who set fire to the timber yard, and
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
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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
