Jason wondered why Eric didn't help him. He has told him to prove himself; only then is he going to help him, but he was just a student, a high school teenager with nothing at the moment. Jason looked around to make sure the street was not crowded. The same was unbearable. He grabbed his bagpack and flagged down a taxi. He was soon on his way to his old and tartarred house. Jason knew he had toknow the secret his grandfather was hiding and what he was dying to tell him even on his sick bed. He knew his aunt and stepmother wouldn't allow him into the Carter's mansion again, but he was going to find other means; there has to be a way. Jason lay on his small bed with his thoughts focused on how he was going to scale through the heartbreak. His phone beeped again, and he picked it up from who messaged him, but it was another news flash. "When will these people ever stop?" Jason shouted, flinging his phone towards the car end of the bed. The dragging of his name as a faker was embarrass
Jason's heart thud with fear. He initially wanted to take a leak after washing his clothes, but then, like magic, the urnine ceased. "Who is that?" Jason said in a shaky voice, although he knew who it was. It was the last day of Ethan's suspension, and he was already on the school premises. Jason cursed under his breath for meeting Fiona that morning. While cursing, he also said some silent prayers, hoping it wasn't Ethan. "Can you please come out? I really need to poo!" The student shouted, releasing some poisonous gas in the air. Jason covered his nose as he looked at the chubby student. " Jeez! What did you eat this morning, Pete?" Jason asked with anger. Pete ran inside and jammed the door right behind him. Jason wiped the brooding sweat off his forehead and walked to the front of the mirror. He suddenly felt the urge to pee and quickly walked to the white porcelain sink to take a leak. He was now the underdog of the school, and he knew everyone would want to pick on him.Jaso
"You know your place, Jason. You are nothing compared to what I am!. I can't believe I thought you could outdone me for a second." Ethan laughed, making all the other students laugh alongside him. None of them were bold enough to confront him. Elena looked at Jason with a look that meant death if he ever tried to call him. The loud honk from the school broadcast made the students disperse each heading for their classes. Jason lay on the ground bleeding. He blamed himself for believing the old man that came into his life to give him a false hole. Make him believe he was something of note when I He was nothing. Jason looked at his rumpled uniform and tucked-out shirt. He got up wincing. He wanted to grab his backpack, but then he couldn't. A hand slowly bent down to help him pick it up. "Thank you." Jason said slowly without looking at the person's face. "Can you hold that for me? Why am I quickly tucking my clothes?" The voice said nothing, allowing Jason to tuck, and when he final
Jason stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his uniform. His body still ached from the fight with Ethan, but he pushed through the pain. He needed to focus on the task Fiona had given him. The promise of money was tempting, especially after the humiliation he had faced. He glanced at the crumpled bills in his pocket, thinking about how he could use that money to pay his tuition and maybe even buy a few things he wanted. But the memory of Irene lingered in his mind. She had helped him when he was down, and her smile made him feel seen. He didn’t know why he thought about her, especially after all the trouble Elena, Linda, and Fiona had caused him. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. Now was not the time for distractions. He had to figure out how to retrieve the safe that Fiona wanted. Jason took a deep breath and grabbed his backpack. He headed out of his small apartment, ready to face the day. The sun was bright, and students were everywhere, chatting and laughing
Jason woke up early, though he hadn’t slept much. The weight of his promise to Fiona was all he could think about. Ethan and his minions had released Thier grip over him a little, making it easy for him to walk freely inside the school. Maybe they forgot all about him, or maybe Ethan was planning something bigger or wicked for him.He had agreed to get the safe, and Fiona wasn’t the type to let things slide. Still, Irene’s smile flashed in his mind. She had given him a moment of peace, a reason to think maybe things could be different. But this task would pull him right back into the mess he was trying to escape. His mind went back to Eric, who hasn't reached out to him ever since he was thrown out of the mansion.Jason dressed quickly, grabbing his backpack, and checked his phone. No new messages from Fiona, but he knew she was waiting. She was always watching.At school, Jason tried to blend into the crowd, but as he walked toward his locker, he spotted Fiona leaning against the wal
Jason's heart thudded faster, hoping to see who it was. His heart nearly collapsing at the thought of Aunt Camilla finding out that he was the thief hiding behind the curtain. He was now a stranger, having no link to the Carter's family. The sound of the beeping lock was heard, and the door finally opened. Jason froze when he saw that it was Eric. A lot of thoughts ran through his mind. "What was Erick looking for? Did he know about the safe all along?" He looked at him as he glanced at the top of the shelf. Eric closed the door behind him and later walked out. Jason knew it was his time to act. He quickly brought out his back and hid the age inside it. He opened the door slowly and made sure no one was around the hallway. He stealthily walked through the corridor down to the path he came in. Once outside the mansion, he sighed and immediately flagged down a taxi to take him home. Jason felt elated; he was on top of the world as he looked at the safe right under his nose. His mi
Fiona was hard to resist. She was persistent and always got what she wanted. They weren't related anyway, so why should Jason hold back? Fiona was surprised as her tongue found its way into his mouth. He was not rejecting her and was accepting her instead. Fiona closed her eyes as her hands found their way into Jason's pants. "I want all of you. I want now." Fiona said, slowly giving in to the pleasure. Jason took off his shirt, revealing his tough muscles. He carried Fiona onto the little bed he had in a corner of the room. "I want you to take it off." She said it with fire in her eyes. "Have you done it before?" Fiona asked Jason knew he was a virgin, and this would be his first time. "No, I haven't, but I am willing to try." The word was enticing to Fiona. She was going to be the first to disinfect him. "Okay then, follow my lead." She said slowly getting up from the bed.She pushed Jason to the bed and slowly took off her clothes. Jason's heart raced; he had never see
Jason leaned forward, his eyes steady and serious, as he gave Fiona the passcode. Fiona's confidence wavered for a second, a look of doubt flickering across her face. She never expected Jason, the guy she thought she could control, to know something so valuable."Try it," Jason said calmly, leaning back against the old sofa.Fiona approached the safe, her fingers tapping out the numbers he’d given her. The lock beeped, and then, with a soft click, the safe opened. Fiona’s eyes widened in surprise. She couldn’t hide the shock from her face as she pulled out a stack of documents."What is all this?" she demanded, her voice filled with disbelief. She had expected the safe to hold something more meaningful than what she was staring at. But these documents seemed important.Jason stood up, keeping his gaze fixed on her. "It’s everything your family wanted to hide. All the dirty secrets, the deals that could ruin them if they got out. You think you have control, Fiona, but maybe you never d
The convoy screeched to a halt, the air thick with the acrid smell of burnt rubber. George's heart sank as he peered out of the limousine, his eyes narrowing at the chaos unfolding ahead. A black SUV had slammed into the rear vehicle of their convoy, effectively blocking their escape."Zeek, Evelyn, get ready!" George’s voice was sharp as he reached for the pistol under his seat. Beaded sweat formed on his forehead. Evelyn stepped out first, her movements calm but deliberate as she scanned the street. "Stay in the car, Mr. George," she said firmly. "We’ll handle this."Masked figures emerged from the SUV, each armed and advancing toward the van carrying Jason. Venom stood among them, his calm attitude sending a chill through the air."Hand over Jason Carter, and no one else needs to die," Venom called out, his voice carrying over the street. The people ran helter skelter as rounds of bullets were let into the air to send a warning message to George and his entourage. George pushed
"Make sure no one comes close enough to this van." George looked at his personal guards. The nurses all watched as Jason was moved through the hospital hallway. The view was glamorous, and it looks like they were moving the president of the nation. "Be careful." Mr. George shouted occasionally as Jason was lifted into the back of the van where some specialists were seated waiting for him. "I'm coming with you, Dad." Marcus said, looking at his father. "No, you are not." George replied. "Why not? He is my best friend, and I am not going to leave him alone." Marcus said angrily. "You wanted me to handle it from here onwards; that is why you came to me. Now leave the rest to me and go to school like a normal teenager. Zeek and Evelyn are going to help and make sure we get to the safe house in one piece." Marcus sighed, "Call me when you get to the safe house." "We need to leave now before the reporters get a wind of what was happening. The escort trooped out of the hospital one by
"He said nothing as he closed his eyes. Shouldn't you be out there finding who his shooter was?" Marcus looked at the man standing before him in anger. "I think we need to help ourselves here, Mr. Marcus. I want the same thing you want." The police officer said again. "And what is that?" Marcus asked, staring at him. "You uncover the mystery surrounding Jason Carter. My name is George, and if you are ready to let me assist you, then let me know. Here is my card. Feel free to call me anytime you want." Marcus looked at the card and back at the man walking away from his sight. He got inside the car and drove out of the hospital grounds. [ BACK AT SCHOOL ] The following day was hectic with a lot of reporters going in and out of the school to cover an exclusive story about the shootout. "Do you think he is going to make it?" One of the students looked at her friend. "Why? I have seen many people bounce back from gunshot wounds." Marcus walked into the school premises and immediatel
The news of the gunshot wound spread like wildfire with many speculations about who might want Jason Carter dead. The accident scene was immediately shielded, and students were asked to go back home. The new reporters were all over the scene with the police on standby. Jason was wheeled into the hospital with a lot of doctors at his disposal. "I told you not to let him out of your sight!_ K1 shouted at Evelyn. Marcus, who was still in shock with his hand soaked in his bed friend's blood, still couldn't believe his eyes. He remembered what he had seen on Jason's phone. " Benson and Jay are dead." Evelyn looked at K1. "What do you mean they are dead?" K1 looked at her face and then back at Marcus, who was still in shock. Marcus, without saying a word, brought out Jason's phone and handed it over to him. "Whoever killed them must have come for Jason," he said, sniffling. "Do you think they found something?" Evelyn looked at Marcus. "How should I know that? We are both in the dark h
Evelyn looked at Jason and nodded. She wasn't going to let him out of her sight, but then they were right inside the school. What was the worst that could go wrong? She hasn't heard anything from Eric or Aunt Camilla, so it was safe to assume they had forgotten all about the drama. Jason and Irene walked out of the party into the gentle breeze of the night. "So what now? You are into my sister Alessia?" Irene asked when they eventually stopped under the moonlight. "What? Why would you assume a thing like that?" Jason asked, raising an eyebrow to look at her face. "Maybe because I saw you in bed staring at her like you both have just had a steamy night." She looked back at Jason. "'Steamy night? I was drunk, and Alessia helped me get home. Definitely not my house. How was I supposed to know that she was your sister?" Jason asked "And what was that about her being my secretary back at work?" Jason added. "Wait, you work now?" Irene asked with a surprised look on her face. "Whoa, tha
Everyone at the party froze hearing what Fiona was asking Ethan to do to Linda. "You can't possibly leave me for her." Linda looked at Ethan. with a serious gaze. "Why not?" Ethan stared back at her with a meaner face. "You hate contributed to my life like I hope, and also you have fallen out of favor with him." He looked at Jason, who was enjoying the show. "Remind me again why I need to keep you?" Ethan asked with a smug look on his face. As he was about to finish his words, Alessia and Irene showed up. "Not now." Jason said slowly as his eyes feared between the crowds of students. "There you are. I have been looking all over for you." Marcus said, walking toward the party. They all gathered with each of them. trying to sort out their feelings. "What is it going to be, Ethan Mathew?" Fiona asked again, going back to the initial topic. "What are you feeling to offer if I said yes to you?" Ethan asked publicly "Offer? I have a lot. Just tell me I am yours and you are mine." Fio
"Where to, Mr. Carter?" K1 asked, staring at Jason at the back of the seat. The thought of the party crossed his mind again. Jason leaned back in the car, his eyes fixed on the city lights rushing past the window. The streets were alive with activity, but his mind was elsewhere. Alessia's coded words replayed in his head, each testing his patience. "What does she mean I'll change my mind with time?" he muttered under his breath, drawing a curious glance from K2. "Sir, you okay?" K1 asked, his hands steady on the wheel. Jason nodded, forcing a smile. "Just thinking about work." But it wasn’t work. Alessia's sudden appearance at his company wasn’t a coincidence, and Jason knew it. Her smug grin and the way she confidently walked around him—it was as if she knew exactly what she was doing. "Change of plans," Jason said abruptly. "Before the party, I need to stop by the Carter estate. I want to check something." K2 hesitated. "The estate? But, sir, isn’t that where—" "Yes, it is,
The door opened and Jason's face went pale. "I can't believe it, you." Jason said with a surprise in his voice. Alessia walked in with a smug grin on her face. "What are you doing here?" Jason asked in anger. "Are you stalking me now?" He asked with anger. "You do know all of this is wrong. You can't be here." Jason shouted at her again. The door opened and Mr. Nicholas walked in. He has heard his loud noise opposite his office. "Are you alright, Mr. Jason?" "I will be fine when you ask this lady to leave my office." Jason said, pointing at Alessia. Mr. Nicholas looked at Alessia and back at Jason. "Do you know each other?" He asked with surprise in his voice. "Yes." "No." Both of them replied almost at the same time. "Mr. Jason, I am sorry, but she is one of our best workers in here. She is your new secretary." Mr. Nicholas replied. "New what? That is impossible; her family is supposed to be rich, or they are rich. So how come?" "That is a long story, Mr. Jason. Just make
"Are you sure you want to take this on?" Nicholas asked, moving closer to Jason. "Don't worry, Nicholas. I have got this." Jason replied. The man walked out of the crowd as the other reporters paved the way for him. He looked up to meet Jason's gaze, and with a playful smile on his lips, he brought out a book. "What are your plans? And are you really the lost heir of the Carters?" Jason smiled. "Is that all, or are you having more questions to ask?" He stared at his face. "Can you answer that first? Or do you want me to dump the bombshell on you?" Jason's mind skipped a bit. "What bombshell?" He had managed to dodge the familial question about his relationship with Fiona, and now this. "I think I have the credibility now that I am indeed the lost son of Mr. Richard Carter. And my future plans are confidential and mine alone." Jason replied as he should. "Tell me, do you plan on finding your father's killer?" The man asked again. "You don't need to answer that, Jason." Mr.