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
It was late at night when he got the response of what he had requested from the employee at the office. The moment he had dinner in silence with everyone, he went back into his room, and locked the door to go through it. He brought out the handful of anonymous notes from the envelope. “Wow.” He exclaimed. He was seeing a lot, more than what he had expected to see. Before he began going through the notes, the words of the employee ringed in his ear. And he thought of the possibility of him being right? What if he found out that he was truly hated and there was no one to support him? What would become of him? Would he be bold enough to bear the hurtful words?He found himself beginning to think of a lot of things. That was the negative outcome of going back to the past. Nevertheless, he ignored his thoughts and went on to open up the notes to read. The first one read…“Rumors have been flying around that he is one of the grandsons of Mr. Belcraft. But, he doesn't act like one, whic
The moment they both got in, the sight of the cleaners still fixing and cleaning the hall, stopped them from taking any further steps. “No press conference yet. Let's go into the restroom.” She dragged her colleague away. “Why? What do we have to do there? Why not wait somewhere else?” Cynthia asked.“I've got business to do.” Her colleague said. Soon enough, they got into the restroom, and she pulled out her makeup from her purse immediately. While Cynthia rolled her eyes as she watched her.“You should have just said this was what you wanted to do.” Cynthia hissed, but she ignored it. “ But come to think of it, I've never heard of anyone from Belcraft's holding a press conference. What do you think it might be for?” Cynthia asked her colleague who was still busy applying a touch up on her makeup. She had dragged her down to the ladies' restroom just so that she could complete her make — up. “I have no idea. However, I think it's being organized by Sir Lucas. Probably he read ou
The loud knock on the door disrupted his thoughts, and he arose from his bed and walked to open it. “Who is it?” He stopped to ask as soon as he got close. “Are you expecting someone else?” He heard the familiar voice. Immediately, he opened the door that ushered his grandfather into his room. He locked the door right behind him, the moment he was in completely.“Grandpa, I wasn't expecting you to come. Is something wrong?” Lucas asked, watching him intently as he scanned the room. The old man, however, hesitated in providing a response. He just kept mute and continued scanning his grandson's room. While Lucas, on the other hand, wondered what could be the reason for his sudden visit. “Why didn't you join us downstairs for breakfast?” He asked and turned to face him. “Err… I lost track of time while sleeping.” Lucas lied freely. He couldn't let his grandfather know about the threatening message he had received last night that made him lose his appetite.“You seem to have had a he
It was just a few minutes since Denver had left his office, but his words couldn't get off Mr. Belcraft's head. He kept thinking of it as the words kept ringing in his ears. What he had said rhymed with Lucas recent attitude towards holding a new crowning event. But he found it difficult to believe it. Or, it was just him afraid of it all becoming true. Immediately, he picked up the telephone placed beside him on his table, and placed a call to his secretary. “Is Lucas in his office?” “Yes sir. He just arrived a few minutes ago.”“Good. Tell him I want him in my office right away.” He said and hung up immediately. He was beginning to get tired of all the drama that had been playing with his boys. One way or the other, he needed to sort the whole issue. He didn't plan to watch the second crowning event get ruined again. At least, not while he was still alive. Soon, he heard the door open. “Grandpa, you called for me.” He heard Lucas say, standing outside and peeping into his off
His hands caressed her cheeks, while he kissed her forehead. She smiled at him and returned the kiss back on his lips. They had sneaked out to meet each other since Lucas had been banned from meeting with her. Emily stood up from the bed, and went on to lock the door of her room. While she made steps to the door, Lucas watched her from behind, admiring her curvy figure. “What are you looking at?” She asked as soon as she turned back to join him back in bed. He pulled her into his arms, smiling. “I'm looking at the beautiful woman I'm going to spend the rest of my life with.” He answered, and heard her giggle. “You're always full of jokes.” She commented.“Do you think I'm making a joke?” He asked, and turned to look at her in the face. “Maybe. You know, your grandfather would not give his blessings to us if we decide to tie the knot. He doesn't like me, and he has never liked me for you. One evidence is the fact that he banned you from meeting with me.” She said, while Lucas wen
It's been about three hours since he had received the invitation to his own crowning event that his grandfather had adamantly organized. He had taken his bath and still requested to have dinner on time before anyone arrived. He couldn't stand facing his grandfather anymore. Not after what he had just done. With such an action, there was no way the old man was going to go back on his words. He was pretty sure almost everyone had gotten the invitation. Now, he was back in his room, roaming around every corner of his room thinking of his next steps. There was one thing Lucas was sure of. If he went ahead just like his grandfather wanted, with the crowning event, he won't get crowned as the heir because whoever might have made him sign the document would reveal himself. And that would be the end of it all. At that moment, he also wondered if the kidnappers had gotten wind of the news too, since they always knew about his movement.Frustrated at the whole situation, he sat down forcefully
After every plan he had made that didn't yield any sensible results, and the other plans he couldn't think of because he went blank most times, Lucas walked into the venue for the crowning event with Ann by his side. He felt his heart beating in fear and not even anger. No matter what he planned to display currently, his grandfather was hell-bent on crowning him.As he found his way towards his position, he couldn't help but feel worried because he knew that countless things could go wrong since he had not tried to fish out the culprit. Everywhere was bustling with people, those who had been invited, and others who were there to work. Most of the guests were chitchatting among themselves, while others could be seen drinking and dancing to the slow tone music that was on. He looked around, but couldn't find his grandfather anywhere. He began to wonder where he had gone to. For some reason, he needed to make sure his grandfather, and everyone he loved and cared for, was safe. Suddenly
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