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Revenge of the Secret Heir Twin Painting
Simon woke up from his dream. His lungs felt like it was about to burst from the lack of air. His body was covered in sweat making his shirt and the sheets wet. “What the fuck was that?” He closed his eyes while he was still gasping for air. What he saw in his dream ws so vivid it almost felt like it was fucking real. “Shit!” He rubbed his face with his palm. He needed to get his witd collected or else he’ll end up in an institution. It has been days since that dream came. It was more likely a nightmare, except the part were monsters in it. In his dream, he’s not dealing with monsters, he’s dealing with actually people. The same people who wanted him dead. And the weird part was the painting. There were two paintings in his dream, exact replica of wach other. “What the fuck does that dream means?” Simon asked himself as he stared at his own reflection at the mirror in his bathroom. He hasn’t told Federico yet about his dream, he’ll definitely sound like an idoit if he’s going
Revenge of the Secret Heir Is it a Dream or a Memory?
Federico stared at Simon at the rearview mirror. He noticed fine lines in his face despite his young age. He felt pity for the young man, he has been through a lot and Federico wished he could help him in his problem now. “What are you thinking?” Simon blinked and looked at Federico, he was clearly shaken so Federico knew that something was wrong. Simon shook his head, “It’s nothing, I’m just exhausted.” Federico won’t buy it. “It doesn’t look like it’s nothing. C’mon, spill it. You know you can trust me.” There’s no way that he would let Simon deal with all the problems. “Nah, I can handle this.” Simmmon insisted. “The last time that you said that you were ambushed and left to die on the woods.” Simon looked at him again and Federico just gave him a pointed look. He released a sigh of defeat and decided that he would just tell Federico about his dreams. It would hurt to tell a soul about, right? Also, maybe Federico knew something that he doesn’t. The odds are slim but he cou
Revenge of the Secret Heir Under the Bed
Simon’s steps were frantic as he made his way to the back part of the mansion. Federico suggested that he go to the front door, but he refused. He didn’t want to add another problem when people in the mansion saw him. He already has a lot on his plate right now, and he wanted to focus on the painting. He jumped on the perimeter wall and his feet landed on the wet grass. Federico was already inside the mansion, he had disabled all the security locks of the mansion for him to have easy access. Once inside the mansion, Simon immediately went to his father’s bedroom, which was situated on the second floor of the mansion right beside the study room. Federico was already there when Simon entered the room. He made sure the door was locked before he joined Federico. “Did John see you?” He was referring to Butler John. Simon shook his head. “I thought he caught you. He just left. He confronted me when he saw me enter the room.” Simon already knew that Butler John was one of the most loy
Revenge of the Secret Heir Found It
“It’s John. Let’s put this back.” Simon referred to the bed that they move. Federico and Simon moved the bed back to its original position, making sure that everything was the way it was before. “Go open the door, I will hide in the closet.” Simon told Federico in a whisper-like voice. He didn’t waste time, he immediately went to the closet and closed it carefully, avoiding making any sound. He let out a shaky breath as he stood by the closed door and listened to whatever happened behind the door of the closet. As soon as the closet was closed, Federico went to open the door. In front of him was Butler John, but unlike the usual friendly face that he always has, John had a scowl plastered on his face. “What is it, John?” Federico tried to make his voice stiff, like the usual voice he used when he had business deals for the Morelli family. He doesn’t know why the hell he got scared that John would discover what he’s been doing inside Emiliano’s room. Perhaps it has something to
Revenge of the Secret Heir Revelation
The man hired an expert to check on the painting. He paid an extra amount of money just so the expert would decipher the secrets that were hidden by that infamous painting. He actually felt so proud of himself that he’s now the owner of the painting. He wouldn’t want that painting to be in the hands of useless retards like Verga. In his hands, it would be put to proper use. He descended on the stairs going to the basement of the mansion. As one of the most feared criminals in the world, his name was always on the list of most wanted persons in the country. And not only that, his enemies were just waiting for the right opportunity to kill him, and he’s not giving them that chance. The basement of his mansion was like a fortress. No one can enter from the outside if it’s locked from the inside. And that’s just how he made it. He made sure to ensure his safety if ever there’s a breach in his security system or if there was an ambush. He’s always read, and he’s not dumb like Salvator
Revenge of the Secret Heir Deceived
He felt like all the blood in his body went up to his head. His eyes were shooting daggers to Mr. Pavarotti, though the man had nothing to do with how things came to be. “What do you mean it’s fake?” He swirled out from his table and went to the man, who was standing with his knees wobbling in fear. He grabbed the man’s collar and pulled him up. With Mr. Pavarotti’s height, he looked like a miniature in front of him. “I… Ah, I’m so sorry, sir, I d-din’t mean to o-offend you…” His voice was shivering, and he almost pissed on himself in fear. “What the fucked did you mean by that? Are you fucking kidding me?” He pulled the gun from his waist and pointed it at the old man’s head. “P-please, sir… S-spare me, p-please…” Pavarotti was now crying and his slacks were wet from his own piss. “I am telling the truth, and I didn’t mean that as an insult. Please, don’t kill me.” Pavarotti clasped both of his hands, begging him to spare his damn pathetic life. He stared at the man’s wrinkly f
Revenge of the Secret Heir Dead
Janus was terrified when he woke up in a room with his hands and feet bound together in a chair. He was still feeling a little bit dizzy and he can’t seem to think of any reason as to why. Janus tried to stir his memory, recalling the last time that he’s conscious and how the hell did he end up in this shit hole. “Ah, fuck!” He groaned loudly when he felt like his head would crack open anytime. Someone must have slammed his head into something concrete for him to have this kind of headache. His blurry eyes scanned his surroundings. There was a man standing on the front door. He had eyeglasses on so Janus couldn’t really recognize him, especially since the room was only lit with a single bulb. “Who are you?” He asked the man, but there was no response at all. “Hey! I’m talking to you! Where the fuck am I and who the fuck are you?” Janus tried to pull his hand but to no avail. The ropes are too tight, plus his tied hands were bound to the chair, so were his feet. “Shit!” Frustrat
Revenge of the Secret Heir Found Dead
“So, this is the real painting?” Ryzen looked at the painting that was laid on top of the table with amusement in his eyes. “Fuck! How cool was that? Your father was one of a kind genius, Simon.” He even shook his head, he couldn’t believe that they were all fooled by that old man. “Well, he’s not the famous dragon of the underworld for nothing.” Federico sat at the single sofa with a smirk on his face. He was puffing smoke while waiting for Simon to start. “But, where’s Janus? I haven't see for a while now. Is he sick or something?” Ryzen asked. That’s true, Janus was missing for days now, and they couldn’t contact him even though Simon had tried to. Federico knew that Simon was worried but he showed it. Even though he suspected Janus to be the traitor, Simon still considered him his friend and he was still worried that Janus might be in trouble. “We don’t know. He’s not answering any of my calls and messages for days now.” “What? That’s so unlikely of him, he was always on hi
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