THE HEIR'S VENDETTA

CHAPTER 097

As Alphonse opened his eyes he came face to face with the beautiful lights of the chandelier hanging from the ceiling and when he turned he faced the vintage walls of his living room.

He slowly picked himself up from the makeshift bed on his couch and wondered what happened and how he got here.

"Peter" he called for his butler weakly but the old man was nowhere to be found.

Alphonse picked up the glass of water on the table beside him and drank the cold content inside of it.

"Charlotte" he called again for the other occupant of the house forgetting what happened and had transpired between them in the early hours of the day.

Gently but slowly he picked himself up from the couch and headed upstairs where he would lay comfortably and figure out what was going on.

He stumbled towards his bedroom, still weak but needing to lay in his bed and relax his weak limbs.

At the top of the stairs he stood and wondered why his house was empty, where was Peter and where was Charlotte and what happene