Lucas was still on the ground when Emily walked over to him, with a small bruise on her face. She had gotten the bruise after falling to the ground somewhere in the room. “Lucas!” She called out and ran over to meet with him, tears rolling out of her eyes and excitement crawling to her heart. He pulled her into a warm hug and for the next minute, they remained in each others arms. “I got so scared. Did they hurt you?” Lucas asked as he caressed her cheeks lovingly. She shook her head negatively and looked at him intently. She could tell that he did something huge to get her out.
He didn't bother checking if he had locked the door the moment he got in. Normally, for coming in at such a late hour, he would sneak in, make sure he didn't make any noise while coming in to attract anyone's attention, including the house helps and those who worked in their mansion. No one could be trusted. Lucas looked like one of the most dejected humans anyone could imagine. His suit was hung over his shoulder, and his hair scattered, while he wore an exhausting look on his face. His tie was no longer knotted neatly like it had been from the beginning. Instead, he had loosened it down, looking like a drunkard.He walked straight to the dining room and sat on the chair. But not before pouring himself a glass of vodka. At least, he could make use of a drink. As he drank, the hurting events of the day played in his head. With each sip came the memories. One he wasn't sure his grandfather was going to love hearing. “I had not expected you to leave the crowning event in such a manne
“Well, someone decided to finally join us.” Denver's voice boomed, filling the dining room. “Isn't that lovely, grandpa?” He asked, smiling at his grandfather. But the old man didn't give a response. He just kept on having breakfast. It was already morning in the Belcraft's house, and Lucas was strong enough to join the rest of the family for breakfast. Despite not having a pleasant night, he couldn't deny the burning hunger. The moment he heard Denver's voice, he groaned. Couldn't he get by a day without Denver in his way? He had not bargained to have breakfast with Denver around, knowing how much he loved playing his games. However, his hunger was greater. So, he dragged his chair out and sat. At the sight of the enticing meals set on the table, his mouth watered. “Do you like what you see? I understand that since you had been living in the slums, you might not have seen food like this.” Denver said, snickering. He knew perfectly that his words were directed at him to hurt him b
It's been a week since the kidnapping, and also a few days since the fight with Denver. Yet, the bruises still felt like it had just been yesterday. He could recall Emily telling him that it looked like Denver had beat him harder. However, he knew it was a joke, but for some reason, it irritated him. He sat on the sofa, his eyes on the TV, as if he was watching what was being displayed. But he wasn't. His eyes were fixed on it, yet he couldn't tell whatever it was they were doing because he was absentmindedly watching the TV. All thanks to the worries of a man. However, he knew he couldn't keep looking like the only man with a huge problem since he was at his lover's house. Women were known to easily sense when something was wrong. And Emily was one of those women. In fact, she was excellent at it.He remembered the moment he had walked into the living room, she had asked if he had been attacked. Although he guessed it was because of the bruises he sustained, but, he was mistaken. S
“What a lovely surprise! I didn't expect you to really come.” Denver said as he dragged out a chair to sit across Emily. She watched him with clear disgust visible on her face. Meeting with him had never been something she had thought of doing for a long time since she knew about him. But, sometimes, one had to sacrifice. He drew himself closer to the table, almost choking himself. While he bent over to her with a smile on his face. “Why did you ask to meet with me? Have you decided to leave Lucas?” He smirked, chuckling a bit. “You'll be so dumb to think I'd ever do that.” She finally spoke. Immediately, he let out a loud laugh. The more he acted nonchalant and happy, Emily found herself getting extremely irritated. “Nothing is funny.” She stated. “Oh, a lot of things seem funny to me here.” He said. “Have you seen your face?” He asked immediately. She hissed and turned to look out the window. To avoid any complications or misunderstandings, she had chosen to meet with him in
She winced again in pain as she used the ice in reducing the pain of the bruise. It was just a few hours ago since the fight. And she was thankful she had been able to leave the house to avoid any further complications. Claire was unexceptionally furious, so she had seen. And it hurt her that she didn't want to believe everything she was telling her. As she began to think about the fight, her mind strolled down to the picture. Who might have taken the picture? She had not expected something of such to happen. The Malibu's Restaurant was a restaurant that was located in a secluded area. It was only those who lived around that knew of it. So, how did it happen? Or, had Denver planned it? She thought. If there was one person she could never trust, it was Denver. After all the recent happenings, she believed he was strongly linked to it. “I'll stop right there sir.” She pointed out to the cab driver the moment she saw that he had gotten close to her stop. Within a few seconds, he st
As soon as he watched her board a cab back to her place, he was set to get back inside. However, he wasn't cool with the idea of her going back home, especially after the big fight with Claire. They had not settled the issue yet. And from what it looked like, Claire was not lending her a listening ear. Besides that, he should have followed her home too. They had to begin safety measures after the kidnap issues. But as usual, Emily had stubbornly disagreed. One way or the other, his pleas for her to stay back to spend the night with him didn't work out. She believed she could sort out whatever issue she had with Claire. But, he was aware that her strong reason for not wanting to stay back was because of his grandfather. She knew he hated her and would chase her out if he saw her in his mansion. Or, he could even do worse.With that in mind, he knew he had to work on a plan to make his grandfather see Emily as a better woman for him and not a slut he thinks she is. It was time they cle
The loud blaring of the alarm woke him up the third time. This time, he angrily threw the clock on the floor, not bothered about the damage. He couldn't condone his precious sleep getting interrupted continuously.He tried to go back to sleep, but after a few minutes of no result, he groaned and sat up on his bed, yawning and stretching. Likewise, he had decided not to wake up as early as he used to due to how tired he had been from the previous night's charade and every other problem that he had been going through since the week. However, he couldn't. Not when his alarm disrupted the whole thing. After some time of reasoning, he pulled off his blankets from his legs, and stood up to walk to his window. He dragged the curtains open and the sharp, blinding ray of sunlight hit him so hard that he groaned immediately. “Oh, God. Has the morning gotten so bright already?” He groaned, and closed back the curtains. Even if the sunlight brightened his room, he didn't find it soothing enoug
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