It had been three hours since Mr. Brown had been waiting for the heir to the Belcraft. He was beginning to get irritated and extremely provoked at the delay. For someone of his status, he shouldn't be waiting for a young man who was the age of one of his son's to come bail him out. It was an insult to him. But, dear old Mr. Brown had no other option than to wait. If he didn't, he was going to lose billions, which the event would bring for him. Tired of sitting as his butt hurt already, he stood up and began to walk around the office. He tried to free himself from the anger and pain he was beginning to feel. He began scanning the office, and some of the properties he saw in the office, the paintings, how the walls had been creatively painted. It was at that moment his eyes got revealed to certain things his anger had blinded at the first stage. “Oh boy, I must say that the Belcraft are multi-billionaires.” He suddenly said to himself, smiling. “Well, who could have thought.” He said
Lucas began to take his step around his office as he thought of the right punishment to give Mr. Brown. For the past few months, he had gotten news of a certain billionaire who looked down on the poor and never failed to embarrass them when he got the chance to. However, he had not fully believed, until he met him. And now, he had the power for payback. He watched Mr. Brown, still on the floor, apologizing for his ill attitude towards him. But he wondered, was he truly apologizing because he had just realized his mistake? Or, was he doing so because of what he had to gain in return for it? Slowly, he took his steps closer to him and stopped when he was standing right in front of him already. “Now, I'm just so curious.” He began, and Mr. Brown raised his head to meet his eyes. While he was still on his knees. “Why did you come here in the first place?” He asked. “Oh. I heard that you had pulled out as a sponsor for the balladry event coming up soon. I was really surprised because I
He walked absentmindedly into his company. Every minute he had spent in Belcraft's office was a nightmare to him. It just felt that day was cursed. “You have to render a public apology to all of them. No one left out. Do it, or lose the sponsorship.” The last words of the heir of the Belcraft rang in his ear as he found his way to his office. Now, he was beginning to think of what he was going to do. How would he treat the whole situation and avoid it getting out of control?One of the personalities of Mr. Brown was his overbearing attitude. Whatever he said, and wanted, must be obeyed, and must be done. However, it seems like the clock had switched. It was now payback time. “Mr. Brown,” he heard the voice of Lesley again. He didn't bother raising his head to look at her. “Felix has been calling your line. But he said you've not been picking. He asked that I deliver a message to you.” She said, and followed him from behind as he walked into the office. The moment he got to his doo
Denver laughed scornfully. His plan was working out well, he loved the look of defeat that was clustered on Lucas' face. "Do you think you can ever stand up to me lucas?" Denver snorted, an evil smirk escaped from the corner of his lips. Lucas took in a deep breath, banged the door of his car and swirled. He had a look on his face that screamed frustration. He was tired of the constant nagging from Denver. "Hum hum hum" Lucas cleared his throat looking at the pathetic fellow who was testing his patience. "Instead of going around, trying to bring up a fight, why not home train yourself to be better in the use of words? Your dumb brain never thinks of any other thing than 'Do you think you can ever stand up to me" Lucas drawled mimicking Denvers statement. "For the record Denver, yes! I can stand a thousand feet above you, and you won't dare to even get close to my feet. Get your thoughts straight and back off." Lucas blutered with so much anger etched in his voice. "Look who is
"What!! Herk!!" Lucas yelled with sweat rolling down his face. He hadn't expected to be given such a quick notice to get a partner. He didn't have any, and isn't sure he would be getting any soon. Well, if he had come out as his true self, he probably would have had a lot of girls flocking around him. And as nature would have it, he would definitely be in love with a number. But now the opposite is his case. He still goes around as the poor Lucas who Everyone knew and wouldn't even want to associate themselves with, and the only friend he has, might reject his proposal even as the heir Belcraft. He greatly feared that she wouldn't accept his proposal as the heir, owing that she had never seen his face and barely even knew him."Who on earth would accept a man who wears a mask around ?" He questioned in a frustrated manner. He gulped down hard, and cleaned off the sweat on his head. Now everything made sense to him, the thought of Emeily that filled his head minutes ago was fo
His heart was throbbing, his head palpitating. Goosebumps wrapped him like a second skin while sweat filled his hands as though he dogged his hands inside a pool of water. He had his disguise on, his mask that showed him as the heir. " I… I … I wasn't expecting you " Emily spoke in a stutter while she gulped the tensed feeling down into her spine. She had smiles on her face but did so well to conceal it, into a natural look. "Wel…come, welcome to my house" she said, putting her emotions in check. "Thank you! " Lucas spoke in a hurry and gulped hard. The atmosphere was really tense for the both of them, Lucas doesn't always show up at Emily's house which made her nervous. On the other hand, Lucas was so uncertain on how she would take the news he planned on passing across to her, which also made him nervous and scared. "You mom, is she home?" He questioned, evacuating the silence that rented the air. "No.. She isn't. So you want to see—" "No…no…no. Not at all" Lucas chipped i
"How dare you yell my name? Are you out of your senses? You have forgotten that I could easily throw you out of this house, besides dad doesn't even recognise you as his child" Emily held her cheeks, she felt hurt, betrayed and angry. Yes, it was true that her father hates her now and only takes pleasure in the sight of her step sister and her step mom, but that doesn't give her the right to speak to her in such a manner and even slap her. Emily couldn't do anything or fight for herself because she knows that whatever she does would determine if she would have a place To sleep or not. The day passed like every other day and soon it was night, all Evans could think of was the proposal and how neviours Emily had been. He was sure that she would still agree if he was in his poor state. He retired to bed that day thinking and eggarily eating for the morning to come, he wonders the look of surprise his step brother would have if he finds out he has a girlfriend who he would be getting
Despite how pale and unhappy her face was, she still looked really gorgeous and undeniably cute. "Let's go get you a makeover to cover all these blisters on your face" he said to her, she noodles her head immediately and went back into her room to Chang. Lucas didn't see the need to go into the house again nor to even give her step mother the present he had gotten for her. He knew all along that her step sister disliked her and as such looked for a way to bring her down but he hadn't expected that it would even go physical. He was oblivious that anything steep can be overbearing some time, he was yet to get rid of his step brother who constantly tried to put up a fight so that he could be seen as a bad person. Lucas heaved in a deep breath in displeasure and walked towards his car, he was going to wait for her there to avoid having any issues with her step sister again.In a short while Emily walked out of her house looking like an angel of beauty, he wondered how even more gorge
Before Lucas could make a movement out of the location, a gang of boys had gathered already, surrounding him. The old man couldn't just stop calling him a thief even after he had explained to him that the money belonged to him. However, at some point in time, Lucas couldn't blame them. He had not taken his time to think through his actions. He should have known that it was definitely going to be outrageous for an odd looking man like him to display such huge amount of money, even if he was in disguise. No one but him knew he was in disguise as a poor man after all.Soon enough, it looked to him like the old man had filled the gang in with the wrong details. That explained the disapproving and angry stares they gave to him. It was unfortunate that even as he tried to plead with them so he could tell them the truth from the misconception the old man had, they had began to throw blows at him, kicking and slapping him at the same time.Lucas considered their action to be inconsiderate, i
He was more shocked to see the group of people staring at him, confusion spread out on their faces. There were just three of them. Three women, staring at him. And neither of them was ready to move away from the spot they were standing at. Although he wasn't surprised at how they stared at him. As of that time, he was no longer the rich looking, handsome billionaire. He was now an ugly haggard poor man who was sniffing around the cliff, probably searching for what to eat. After staring at them in silence for quite some time, he decided to make a move as he suddenly remembered what he had thought of doing if things didn't work out fine. As usual, there was always a plan B.Surprisingly, the first step he took made them take another step back. Despite given the distance, he could still see the distrust that equally led to fear on their faces. Of course, he should have expected that. “I won't hurt you please. I just need to ask you a few questions.” He said, taking another step towards
The last action he did was button up the torn trousers he was putting on. Unfortunately for him, he didn't have a mirror where he could look up himself to see how he looked in his disguised form. He had made a mental note to himself before leaving the house that he had to look the poorest ever.After his several attempts to make the people around him believe that Emily was not dead had failed, Lucas took it upon himself to go search for her himself. He knew how hard he had paid people to go in search of her. However, it was heart breaking to say that there was no one who took it in their deep interest to find her because if they did, he was pretty sure that some positive results would have come out. He was presently at one of the abandoned and deserted warehouses he knew about. That was another perfect spot for a billionaire like him to suddenly transform himself into a disgusted poor man which people would want to stay away from. He had chosen the warehouse, far from the mansion so
“He used to be a student at the school.” The words of Mr. Shaw couldn't stop playing in her head. “I was able to go into the city. That was the only place I could think of finding him since no one here knew who he was. And I had to start from where we had found you. When there was nothing positive there, I moved further. Along the line, I was able to find a group of people, young boys especially who had an idea of him. According to the people I found, he used to be a student at one Belmont Academy.” The old man explained to Emily.At first, when he had come into the house with the good news of having found the man in the picture and knowing his location, Emily felt her heart gladden. Even if they were on a maybe part of finding him, she believed a clue was worth something. But as it stood, she had just one question… how would she find him in a big school just as the old man described? From the look of the young man in the picture, he didn't look like one to still be in school. So, wh
It was two days gone in her new place, and Emily still couldn't remember who she was or where she came from. All she had with her was her name which sometimes she questions if it might truly be her name. And also the picture which she had given to Mr. Shaw to help her find the truth behind it. Ever since the date she found the picture, she took it upon herself to search every nook and cranny of the bag said to belong to her, with the intention of finding anything else that could tell her who she truly was. Unfortunately, there was nothing. It was just a bunch of make up kit, the name tag, and the picture. However, what Emily was truly focused on at the moment was finding out who the man in the picture was. She believed that if she found out who he truly was, it could be a lead to her real identity.Now, she was home alone like the previous days. Mrs. Shaw had gone to her place of business, insisting that she had to fully recover before she would start working for her as they had agre
Blake stood to stare at his friend in confusion. He didn't want to believe what he had just heard from him. But then, he was forced to believe him, owning to the seriousness on his face. “I have a lot of questions concerning this if you're actually serious about it.” Blake finally opened up to say.There was a reign of silence as Lucas didn't respond to him. “How did you leave to find Emily? Where did you also go to find her, Lucas?” Blake asked, hoping he would still get a response from him because definitely, he was curious.“When you all were asleep, foolishly believing that she is actually gone for good.” Lucas answered, a sting of betrayal playing in his voice. “Lucas, you're endangering your life.” Blake said, concern glaring in his voice.“I don't care if I had to do that. All I want is to find my woman.” Lucas said forcefully, turning to look back at Blake.“Let me remind you that this supposed woman is dead.” Blake said. “Her body was not found. That doesn't mean that she
“Is he still locked up in his room?” Mr. Belcraft asked Blake the moment he walked in. Blake let out a deep sigh firstly before he could respond.“I'm just coming in. But I bet he would still be locked up in his room.” Blake finally answered. The old man was the next on line to let out a deep sigh. When Blake watched him closely, he could see the wrinkles which had appeared on his face. It was clear to him that the old man was more stressed up than anyone else could be.And truth be told, he just had to be, owning to the fact that he deeply cared about his grandson.“Will you help me go check up on him?” Mr. Belcraft opened up again, pleadingly.“Of course Mr. Belcraft. I would do that.” Blake said, and he nodded his head in approval. Blake then turned in the attempt of doing what he had come to do as well as what he had been pleaded to do. However, just when he was about to take further steps upstairs, leading to Lucas room, he suddenly stopped. He quickly turned back to him. “Mr. B
All through the ride last night, Emily couldn't get her head off the fact that she was about to go start a new life in a village she knew no one or nothing about. Although underneath the scary feeling, she felt thrilled to go start a new life. When she thought deeper about the bold step she had taken towards an unknown destination, she pushed aside the fear that clunged onto her. After all, she couldn't remember who she was. There was a possibility her new journey could make it all happen. The clattering sound she had heard caused her to open her eyes, and sit on the bed. "Oh, God." She yawned deeply. For a minute, she had forgotten that she was now in the home of her saviors, the old woman and her husband. After she had pleaded with her to let her leave with them, the old woman had thought of it wise to inform her husband. Clearly, Emily didn't object to it. All she did was pray inwardly that the old man was going to accept it. And he did. While they took it upon themselves t
She had thought that the smell of drugs, syringe, and possible vomit had only conjured in her dream. However, she was all wrong when she opened up her eyes. Her first sight was the bulb producing light which was on, and the rolling fan. She stayed put for a while as she tried hard to realize where she was. Sadly, the harder she tried, the more pain she felt. The young lady closed her eyes shut again. This was in a bid to calm her hurting head, and also see if she could get anything. When she did it for the longest time she could remember, and nothing happened, she opened back her eyes. It was at that time she used the opportunity to look around where she was. Definitely, she had not been wrong when the smell told her she could be in a hospital. Even if her memory had a bit of lagging behind, she could as well recognize what an hospital looked like. But, she still couldn't think past the question she had. Why was she in a hospital? She thought. Despite the struggles, she finally