Tom's pov.I pushed her away slightly, feeling the weight of my words, "We shouldn't be doing this," I said, but my voice betrayed the turmoil within me.Araina moved closer, her eyes pleading. "Why deny it, Tom? I love you. I want to be with you.""It's impossible. I'm already in love with someone else.""Are you sure you love her, Tom? I can sense your feelings," she insisted, drawing nearer. Pushing me gently onto the sofa, she kissed me. This time, I couldn't resist. As we kissed, I felt myself betraying Riley, every second eroding my loyalty."Get rid of the footage now," Max's voice boomed with urgency."Why, babe? It's is safe in my hand," she sneered."What are you saving it for ? What's the real purpose?" Max demanded, his tone edged with concern.She smirked, "As assurance.""Assurance for what?" he pressed."That you won't leave me. That you'll stay, no matter what," she stated, her eyes fixed on him.Max sighed deeply, feeling the weight of the situation. He knows it's dan
"What will we do?" Sean asked Riley, who sat without any sign of concern. "Won't you say anything? The boss is in danger right now." "And why should I care? Should we sacrifice ourselves for him? I'm sure he will find a way to save himself," she said nonchalantly. Sean groaned in anger as the door flung open and Baroan entered. Sean quickly explained things to her. "Then we have to swing into action, Riley," Allison called to her. She didn't reply. "She said it's none of her concern. We have to find a way out by ourselves." "Why was he abducted?" Allison asked. "In front of his house," he said. "I'm sure you can track them with the nearby CCTV. I will call a reliable police officer for backup." Sean nods, "Okay, I will." Riley stood up and was about to walk out. Allison held her. "What happened? Why are you doing this?" "That jerk dared to cheat on me. After numerous times I overlooked it for him, he let that woman sleep over in her house," she yelled. Allison was surpr
Tom POV. The best way to seek revenge doesn't involve violence or physical fights. Instead, the real power lies in causing emotional distress to your adversaries, catching them off guard with unexpected actions that leave them shaken. Show them that you are capable of achieving great things, making them feel small and regretful. Make them beg for forgiveness and apologize continuously. But most importantly, don't give them the comfort of forgiveness. This is my mission, my unwavering purpose. My revenge. ***** A flashback from five years ago. Kneeling down has become a familiar position for me. Within this family, I find myself trapped, unable to survive independently. I lack any place to turn to, devoid of any other family to seek solace from. "Please, allow me to stay. I promise I will repay your money," I pleaded desperately. "You have brought disgrace upon us, and it's impossible for you to repay such a sum, given your impoverished state," my father-in-law sneered. "Y
Tom's POV As the night draped itself in a cloak of darkness, I remained on my knees, enduring the searing pain and the crimson stains of blood. Cradled in my arms, my son, Liam slept soundly, oblivious to the turmoil unfolding around him. My determination held strong—I refused to rise until they reconsidered their decision. "You're still here, but this changes nothing. The verdict has been passed," Ariana uttered with a mix of frustration and resignation. "How could you do this? I placed my trust in you, and yet you... you abandoned our son," I mustered the last remnants of energy within me to speak. "You are despicable. You are poor. My love for you remains, unchangeable. But I cannot bear being dragged down into the mud," she responded, tears streaming down her face. "Can't you plead with your father on my behalf? I'm certain he will listen to you," I implored, desperately grasping at any sliver of hope. "Listen, you just don't understand. My father has already forced me to ch
Tom's POV: Rushing down the staircase, my steps echoed with a sense of urgency as I eagerly reached for the car door, a tangible symbol of my current station. With impeccable poise, he gracefully alighted from the vehicle, effortlessly gliding into his surroundings. In a gesture of trust, he handed me a stack of files to hold, and together, we ventured into the company premises, my presence subtly shadowing his every move. Whispers danced through the air as we made our entrance, their purposeful volume exposing their intention to be heard. "Have you heard? He's been reduced to nothing more than a mere driver," one staff member declared, ensuring their words reached my ears. The subsequent murmurs cascaded like a waterfall, each drop laden with judgments and opinions. "Just a parasite," a voice sneered, venom dripping from each syllable. The atmosphere grew heavy with disdain, suffocating the space we occupied. "Stay nearby," he instructed, his voice laced with authority, and o
Tom's POV Now faced with the daunting question of where to go, my mind swirled with uncertainty. I had no place to call my own, only that old shabby grandma's hut, even a pig can't survive there. This predicament should have been mine alone to endure, but now it involved both me and my son, Liam. Determined to find a temporary refuge, we continued walking towards the bus terminal, our only hope of escaping the encroaching darkness that would soon cloak the city. "Dad," Liam called out, his young voice filled with a mixture of fear and hope. "Everything will be okay," I reassured him, trying to offer comfort in the midst of our dire circumstances. Although he was only four years old, Liam possessed a keen understanding of the gravity of our situation. Yet, deep down, I knew that "okay" was a distant concept—a luxury we could no longer afford. Liam groaned in pain, clutching his stomach tightly. "Dad... my stomach hurts," he whimpered, his distress growing more evident with eac
Tom's POV Let me express the sentiment that being a billionaire entails a remarkable level of control and influence, where one possesses the ability to command anything they desire and have it at their disposal, essentially reigning supreme. This extraordinary feeling currently permeates my being. With an air of elegance, I descend majestically from my luxurious car, its door promptly opened for me. The staff members, already lined up, eagerly await my arrival. Flanking me are two bodyguards, standing steadfastly by my side, as well as my ever-loyal secretary, Riley, who is the very reason I find myself in this place. As I pass through the line of staff members, making my way into the office, I inquire about the state of affairs from Riley. "How are things?" I ask with a sense of authority. She responds with a smile, assuring me that everything is going according to plan. Then she adds, "Sky lord wants to see you." Having just returned, I hope that no problems have arisen in my
Max and Ariana arrived at their home, with Max visibly agitated and his anger palpable on his face. He glared at Ariana, his eyes filled with intensity as he confronted her with a sharp tone. "So, you want a divorce?" he asked, his voice carrying a mixture of hurt and frustration."Yes, Max. I want a divorce," Ariana replied, her words tinged with resentment. "I regret spending my entire life with you. You've wasted my years. We rarely make love, and you show me no care or affection. All you do is work late into the night."Max retorted, his voice filled with defiance. "You're not getting that divorce. It's impossible. It's between me and your father.""You're nothing but an animal," Ariana shot back, her regret for choosing Max evident in her words. "I shouldn't have made that decision to be with you.""Oh, so you regret choosing this life because of poverty? Why don't you choose him, then? Because you know that if you had followed him, you would have ended up a beggar, just like he