Later that evening, Melissa, Damian, and several other Eldwolf family members gathered in the luxurious living room of the Eldwolf mansion. Melissa paced back and forth as she was furious.
"That worthless Rick... How dare he stand up to me like that?" she hissed through her clenched teeth. "And to think my father had the audacity to leave him the hotel! This must be some sick joke!"
Damian leaned back in his chair, arms crossed and a scowled.
"We can't let this slide, Mother. That hotel should belong to us. Rick and Laura are nothing but parasites. We need to figure out a way to ruin him and take back what’s rightfully ours."
Aunt Vivian, who had been silently observing, finally spoke up. "We need to be careful. Rick may be a fool, but he’s now in a powerful position. If we’re going to take him down, we need to do it strategically."
Melissa paused her pacing and turned to face them, a wicked smile slowly spreading across her face.
"I know exactly what to do," she said as she placed her hands on her chin.
Meanwhile, Rick and Laura were seated in a quiet corner of a small restaurant. Laura had been silent for most of the meal, her mind troubled by the day’s events.
"I'm not sure I can go back to that house, Rick," Laura finally confessed as she stared at her toes under the table.
"They despise us, and now with you inheriting the hotel... I fear they’ll never forgive us."
Rick reached across the table and gently took her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
"Laura, I know it’s difficult. But we’re in a much stronger position now. They might be acting all high and mighty, but deep down, their egos have been bruised. Their anger is a sign that they’re afraid of losing control. We can’t let them intimidate us."
Laura looked into his eyes, searching for the strength she desperately needed. "But what if they try to take it from you? What if they find a way to destroy you?"
Rick sighed and gave her a comforting smile.
"It’s possible they’ll try something, but we can’t run away. We need to face them head-on. If we show fear, they’ll exploit it. But if we stand firm and play along, we might catch them off guard. We’ll have to be smart about this."
Laura hesitated, then nodded slowly.
"I just don’t want to lose you, Rick."
"You won’t," Rick promised, squeezing her hand tighter. "We’ll be careful. We’ll be ready for whatever they throw at us."
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They made their way back to the Eldwolf mansion. As they approached the grand entrance, they were surprised to be greeted warmly by the family members who had earlier treated them with such disdain. Even Aunt Vivian, who had been cold and distant, offered them a pleasant smile.
Placing a hand on Rick’s shoulder, her voice calm but with hidden intent, she said,
“Rick, I must say, we were all surprised when Father decided to leave the company to you. But I’ve come to terms with it. After all, we’re family, aren’t we? We should support each other through everything.”
Rick smiled politely but remained slightly wary.
“Uh, thanks, Mother-in-law. That means a lot.”
Damian chimed in with a smirk.
“Yes, to new beginnings. You’ve certainly earned it. We’re all behind you... aren’t we, Mother?”
Laura eyed her mother, unsure of the sudden change in demeanor. She thought maybe her mother had truly regretted her previous actions.
“Mom... you’ve been pretty upset about this all week. Are you really okay?” Laura asked slowly, afraid her mother might still do something unthinkable, like slapping her.
But, to her surprise, Melissa giggled condescendingly,
“Oh, Laura, don’t be so suspicious. This is a time to come together, not tear each other apart. I’ve reflected on everything, and I realize holding grudges won’t help us. We should celebrate. In fact...” she immediately turned to the maid.
“...let’s open the best wine we have.” Melissa motioned for them.
“To family, to success, and to... new leadership.” She handed a glass to Rick, who hesitated slightly.
Laura, catching Rick’s hesitation, gave him a look.
“Rick, maybe we should let go of the previous grudges. You’ve had a long day, and you need this.”
“Oh, don’t be so tense, Rick. It’s a celebration! Besides...” She lifted her drink and took a sip.
“Maybe they’re just trying to please me since I have power now. After all, they can't poison me. It would surely get out that it was them.”
Rick lowered his guard and accepted the glass, smiling at Laura reassuringly.
Damian grinned slyly as he watched Rick drink everything in the glass in one gulp.
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"Drink! Drink! Drink!" the audience shouted as Damian and Rick competed in a drinking contest to see who could down the most tumblers. It was already noon.
Damian and Rick were grabbing glasses from the table and scooping them in one go. But Damian couldn’t hold his back and vomited it out.
"Hahahaha!" Everyone laughed at drunken Damian.
"I'm the winner!" Rick declared, standing up happily in his drunken state.
It was one of the happiest nights for Laura. This was the first time her family had truly accepted her. She couldn’t contain her immense joy at seeing Rick and her family getting along.
Melissa interjected with a smile as she turned to Laura,
“Relax, Laura. You worry too much. Why don’t you and Rick head upstairs and get some rest? We’ll clean up down here.”
Rick, feeling the effects of the alcohol, couldn’t control his urge to drink more as he tried to stop himself.
"I’ll... fini...sh this gla...ss, and then we can call it a night," Rick said, swaying.
"Mom, could you help me with Rick?" Laura asked as she tried to carry him upstairs.
But Melissa leaned back in her chair,
"Oh, I’m sure you can handle him, Laura. You know I need to take care of your brother."
"Yes, Mom... I understand." Laura smiled as she went to Rick and put his arm over her shoulder.
"Laura... leave me alone! I need one last drink!" Rick shouted as he tried to push Laura away.
"Stop it." Laura held him still. He struggled but finally relented, allowing her to guide him without further resistance.
Once inside, Laura shut the door behind them and smiled, feeling extremely happy.
She turned to see Rick looking at her with a seductive gaze, drawing closer to her.
“Laura... you’ve been so... distant lately.” He stepped toward her, his desire palpable.
Laura backed away, her heart pounding as she realized how much Rick had changed in just a few hours.
“Rick, what’s going on? This isn’t you. You’re not acting like yourself.”
Rick laughed as he reached for her hand.
“Come on, Laura. We’re married. Why are you always pushing me away?” He pulled her against his chest.
“Stop it, Rick. I’m serious! Something’s wrong with you. Please, just go to sleep.” Laura tried to escape from his tight embrace.
Ignoring her, he became more forceful, his grip tightening as he pulled her toward the bed.
“No, you’re always saying no. I don’t understand... I’m your husband. I deserve this.”
Laura rushed to the door, but it was locked from the outside.
"Open this door! Help! Help me!" Laura screamed at the top of her lungs.
Rick awoke to the bright sunlight of a new day, his head pounding from the remnants of the previous night’s alcohol. As his eyes adjusted to the brightness, he noticed the room was in complete disarray. Clothes were strewn across the floor—Laura’s dresses, and all her inner wears too now lay on the ground.The sight of her garments, especially the soft pink dress she had worn the night before, sent a chill down his spine. Something was terribly wrong.He sat up, realizing he was wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. His mind struggled to piece together the events of the night before, but it was all a blur. “What happened?” he muttered to himself. He couldn’t recall anything, no matter how hard he tried. His heart raced as he scanned the room, his eyes landing on Laura.She was lying on the floor, partially covered by a blanket. Her hair was disheveled, and her makeup was smeared across her face, which could tell that she had been crying for hours. The sight of her in such a state mad
Rick stood frozen, still trying to process what was happening. The man in the suit knelt before him, his head bowed, pleading for forgiveness."Young master, please forgive me for coming so late. I know I can’t take back the time you spent in jail; please have mercy on me. I tried everything possible to find you, but I couldn’t." The man’s voice trembled slightly, as he knelt down.Rick’s brow furrowed. He had no memory of this man, "What's going on? Do I know you? And why are you calling me 'young master'? I'm just a poor orphan."The man, still kneeling, looked up with sorrow in his eyes. "Young Master, my name is Charles, and I served your grandfather for over fifty years. I was his personal butler and confidant. Twenty years ago, your grandfather made a bold investment in a company—a company that he believed would secure the future of your family for generations."Rick remained silent, as Charles continued."Your grandfather put everything he had into that company. He even took
Rick sat back in his chair, as he had just finished his meal and the remnants still laid out before him on the large dining table in the grand estate. The house, with its massive rooms, expensive furniture, and quiet elegance, was far removed from the cold, sterile walls of the prison he had known for years. Yet, despite the luxury that surrounded him, Rick’s expression was calm, almost indifferent. The years behind bars had hardened him, molded him into someone who could no longer be fazed by wealth or grandeur. It was as if the hardships of prison life had prepared him for this exact moment.He wiped his face with the napkin, placed it neatly on the table, and called out, “Mr. Charles.”The butler appeared almost instantly, stepping quietly into the room with his hands folded neatly in front of him. “Yes, young master?”Rick leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table as he fixed his eyes on Charles. “I want to know if you have any information about my wife. How is Lau
Laura’s tears flowed freely now, her body trembling in Rick’s arms. She had never imagined he would return, let alone find her in such a pitiful state. And the little boy—their son—stood quietly at her side, watching the sceneElvis tugged at Rick’s pant leg and looked up at him with innocence only a child could have. “Daddy,” he said softly, “I don’t want Mommy to suffer anymore.”Rick’s heart shattered at the boy’s words. He had never thought he would have a child, and during his five long years in prison, he had been completely unaware that Laura had borne him a son. The weight of it all crashed down on him, and for the first time in a long time, Rick wept. He held Elvis tightly in his arms, holding him close, as he embraced Laura too. “I swear to both of you,” Rick said, his voice trembling, “I will never let you suffer again. Never. Under my watch, no one will harm you. I’m sorry, Laura. I’m sorry for leaving you all alone, for everything.”Laura, still overwhelmed by everything
Rick sat in his office, sipping a glass of whiskey while staring out of the large windows that framed the view of the city below. His mind wandered, though it always circled back to the same thoughts—his family, the struggles he had endured.When he heard a soft knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, and his butler, Charles, stepped in, his posture as impeccable as ever."Sir," Charles began, "there's an important event this evening that you may want to attend. It’s a gathering of several influential figures—one of those boat parties that serve as a social event for business discussions. It’s important for you to show your presence as the new heir."Rick sighed, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. "I’m not interested in showing my face to the world as the heir, Charles. I prefer to stay out of the spotlight for now."Charles smiled softly, unfazed. "You don’t need to make an entrance as the heir, sir. You could simply attend for fun, enjoy the party, and remain incognito. It
As Laura stared at the luxury cruiser, she turned to Rick, as she was completely confused"Is this really the venue?" she asked, pointing toward the large boat where people were walking up the stairs leading onto the deck. Everything about the scene seemed larger than life, and it felt surreal to her.Rick smiled warmly at her and nodded. "Yes, Laura, this is the place," he said with a playful tone. "This is a big surprise."Still stunned, Laura narrowed her eyes slightly and asked, "Why did you keep it a secret? You could’ve told me."Rick chuckled, leaning in closer to her. "I wanted to see the look on your face when I surprised you," he admitted, "And trust me, it was worth it."Laura let out a small laugh, though a nervous one. She looked up at the cruiser. She had never been to an affluent party like this, so she felt a pulse pound in her wrist. Rick, sensing her fear, placed his hand gently on her lower back. "You shouldn't be frightened..it's just a party" he reassured her.
As Rick calmly sipped his drink, a slight smirk on his face, the room remained silent, shocked by the sudden turn of events. Damian, now lying on the floor, blood trickling from his nose and lip, groaned in pain as he tried to push himself up. “Y-you idiot!” Damian shuttered as his voice was strained. “I didn’t do anything—this wasn’t my fault!”Mark glared down at him, his chest pounding up and down “You’ve embarrassed my family! You’ve ruined the deal with the Tycoon Business Empire, all because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut!”From the corner of the room, a group of security guards rushed in. Two of the guards moved toward Damian, lifting him up by the arms.“Take him out of here,” Mark commanded, as he thought that he was in control.The guards nodded and began dragging Damian toward the exit. Damian struggled weakly against their grip, but he was too dazed and battered to put up much of a fight. His eyes darted around the room, searching for some form of support, but everyon
With the tension in the cruiser building, Rick’s heart raced from a need to protect Laura from those threats that were becoming more apparent. Rick turned to Mark’s condescending smirk, twisting his gut, and took a step closer to lessen the space between them.“You come in here and think you’re going to charm her with the money in your pocket or that you know people in the right places?” The intensity under the surface of Rick’s voice was palpable, though his voice was low and controlled. “I don’t think Laura deserves your empty promises.”Mark's chuckle was hollow, but not with amusement.“Oh, I’m sure she does, Rick. This is a world of influence and power, but look around you. They still see you as a criminal, a shadow of the real men. You believe you can shield her? You’re just a pawn in this game.”“Enough!” Laura’s voice carried above the heated exchange, like a knife. Shaking her head with frustration, she moved forward. “Mark, you’re not helping. I don’t want any of this! You’v