After Claire and Ella's brawl, Denver was in a fix. It was all over social media– a picture of him in between Claire and Ella. He'd stopped coming to the company for a while till the fire he'd started died down.Lucas, on the other hand, was both angry and indifferent. Angry because Denver was under the disguise of the heir to Belcraft, and this wasn't good for him. Indifferent because, he didn't give two fucks about Denver, he could go to hell for all he cared…not like he did in the first place.Lucas' phone rang while he was at the library, he arched his eyebrows when he saw the caller's ID. He stole a glance at the person sitting next to him, with a scowl on her face. Lucas apologized and left the library."Yes grandfather," he said, when he picked the call on the third ring.Lord Randolph paused and let out a deep sigh, "Lucas where are you?" He questioned, even without seeing him, Lucas could feel the concern in his voice.This was his company for crying out loud and some careles
Everyone, Lucas inclusive, was having a hard time trying to settle into the reality that befell them– Denver's scandal with both Claire and Ella. But, maybe some got it worse than the others– Emily Gold.When the notification of the news first popped on her home page on Instagram, she'd felt so embarrassed, she couldn't believe what she was seeing, it even made it worse that her step sister was in the picture.She made her way to Lucas' room later that day, she turned the doorknob but it was locked. Lucas' was the only one she could turn to when she was down and now, he was nowhere near her.Emily brought out her phone and dialed his number, but it wasn't going through. She sighed and started making her way out of the dormitory, he was probably facing the struggles life threw at him and it would only be selfishness if she made him share in her pain.On her way out, she bumped into Lucas who looked a bit angry. When he saw her, his face brightened up a little but she could still see t
Lucas did all he could to lighten Emily's mood up, before she left they had switched the topic of conversation and he'd even made her laugh, even though it was forced."We'll see tomorrow, yeah?" Emily had said as he was walking her out of his dormitory, even though it was more like a question, Lucas knew she really wanted to see him.They had a great attraction between them and they both knew it, but perhaps none was bold enough to speak out. Lucas' on the other hand wanted to put things in place before he officially asked her out to be his girlfriend, and until then, he was a common poor boy who struggled through college.He picked up his phone as soon as he stepped into his room and he dialed Blake's number, "Meet me at the spot," he said and hung up. Lucas grabbed his jacket and made his way out in the chilly weather to the private spot he and Blake always met to discuss in private.By the time he got there, Blake was already seated by the corner waiting for him. A part of Lucas w
"You wanted to say something," Emily noted.Crap! Lucas slapped his forehead in frustration as he tried to think of a way to cover up, "I'm sure he'd be better than Denver, I mean he thought his wise to clear his name despite the fact people don't know him," he heaved a deep sigh, the lie had come in handy and good enough for Emily not to notice anything strange.There was silent from Emily's end and Lucas had to look at the phone screen to make sure she was still on the line, "You know I never thought about that, I was just happy that at least the image of Belcraft group was still a little bit intact even though Denver is doing his best to break it," she said."Yeah, Emily…" Lucas began, he exhaled and continued, "I don't want you to worry about–" he was cut off track by her sigh, still he continued, "I don't want you worrying over someone like Denver, I know what you felt for him was real. Too bad he was too stupid to notice it," he said.Emily hesitated for a while at the other end
"Oh my goodness!" Emily exclaimed when she finally got her tongue back, she let out a soft gasp, "I-I-I…" she stuttered, not exactly sure the next thing to say.She looked down at the card in her hands. This was real and it was happening this instant, it wasn't a fragment of her imagination, that would possibly be an illusion.Lucas was tempted to pull off the mask and reveal himself to her…not yet. It took him every atom of self discipline to stop him."Ahem…" he cleared his throat to grab her attention. Emily slowly raised her head to face the masked man in front of her."You could use that card anytime you need my help," he said.Emily paused to stare at him, "Why are you doing all of these?" She questioned.He shrugged, "You'll find out in due time," he replied. There was no need rushing it, he just wanted to clear his name of any dent and he'd just done that."One more thing…" he said, when he didn't get any response from Emily, "I'd want us to go out on a date," he said.At firs
Emily's hands trembled slightly as the guard led her to the topmost floor of the hotel. The guard stopped in front of the elevator that led to the penthouse."You may go in ma'am," he ushered her in and stepped aside for her to enter.She held her breath, "Thank you…" she said as the guard gave her a slight nod and stood till the door of the elevator jammed.As she made her way to meet with the masked heir, she silently prayed that everything turned out well. Emily's mind suddenly drifted to Lucas, she should have kept a friend posted about her whereabouts that way it'll be easy to find her if things went wrong– and for some reason, Emily wasn't so scared that anything would go wrong.She brought out her phone and typed a text, she thought against it and cleared the message. This was her cross she and she was going to carry it, she chosen to come for the date, whatever comes after should be her responsibility and moreover Lucas had a whole lot to deal with and another fact that he'd b
Emily didn't know what to make of it. Perhaps it was a coincidence that Lucas had the same scar.Lucas led her towards the door. This was their first meeting together in a while and neither of them knew what to make of it. Lucas was glad he'd cleared his reputation, but sad because he couldn't reveal himself to her.Emily on the other hand couldn't stop thinking about the event that just took place, especially the scar she'd noticed, different thoughts flooded through her mind as she tried to make sense of it.Lucas held the car door as she stepped into the car. "Thank you so much for today," she said. He closed the door when she suddenly held it tight, "Wait…""What's your name?" She questioned, in her silvery voice that sounded like music.Lucas veins bunched– he was so caught in proving he wasn't like his brother that he totally forgot about a tag.He swallowed hard, "My name is–" just as he was about to finish his statement, Emily's phone rang distracting her."Oh no…I have to go
Days quickly rolled by, with Emily taking in all the harsh treatment her father and stepmother and sister meted out to her. The punishment didn't quite hurt anymore, not when her heart was heavy with the thought of the masked heir– the similarities between him and Lucas was too much.It's just the scar Emily. A little voice taunted in her head. But still, she couldn't bring herself to let go of the intuitive thought. She made a mental note, to look closely at Lucas, she was already suspecting him, majorly for the fact that no two persons could have the same scar on the same spot.This time, before she left for college, she made sure to hide the gifts she'd received from the heir– she didn't want to get into trouble with her father or anyone else."Have you tidy up the garden and scrubbed the floor?" Her stepmother asked as she made her way to the door.Emily spun around to face her stepmother who had a scowl on her face. She nodded, "Yes ma'am…I have done everything around the house?"
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