The Abandoned Son's Rehabilitation

On the edge of a skyscraper, a man stands still, emotionless as he embraces the cold air. The cool wind blows a tendril of hair in his face as he stares down at the crowd below. “Don’t jump.” EMS calls out from several paces away. “Stay right where you are.” Snickering to himself, The man takes off his glasses and lets himself fall backwards over the building. Succumbing to gravity, he allows his body to tumble in the air, crashing against the wind as he aproaches his final destination. As the man is falling he can see a figure standing at the top floor balcony looking down with an expression that reads as if she's been waiting for this exact moment. She raises her hand up into the air and waves it back and forth like someone playing a game on their phone. As she does so an odd box containing a message appears in front of his face. It reads: "Do you truly wish to end things this way? Do you not wish to take revenge against those that have stripped you of your dignity?" The man abs

Luke enters his aunt's hospital room and shuts the door behind him. The sight that greeted him upon opening the door was quite surprising. His aunt lay motionless underneath her covers. Her skin appears pale and lifeless. A thin layer of sweat covered her forehead. He could see beads of perspiration forming on her brow and running down her cheeks. "Auntie?" Luke calls out to her. His aunt didn't respond. "Don't tell me that you've already kicked the bucket." Still nothing. Luke walks over to her bedside and gently touches her arm. She doesn't stir. He takes his finger and places them on her neck. She was still breathing but he doubted that she would live for much longer. "What do I do?" He whispers to himself. If she died here and now, he couldn't let anyone know. Not unless he wanted to be locked up in this place forever. And besides, he hadn't gotten what he came for yet. Making a quick decision in his mind, Luke takes the syringe that he had stored in his clothes and injec

Luke knew very well what his sister was like behind closed doors. She was promiscuous, selfish, and completely spoiled. Everything was hers and nobody dared touch it. All because his parents treated her like royalty growing up. She had even managed to marry into one of the wealthiest families in the state, yet still continued her relationships with other men in secret. Despite having a kid together, she refused to acknowledge her roles as a mother and prioritized living a lavish life instead. Her husband, on the other hand, worked hard to provide for his wife and child, unaware of what she had been doing behind his back. While he hated his sister for many reasons, he admired her husband for putting his family first. For him, raising his daughter was his number one priority and he made sure to spend quality time with her whenever possible. If ruining his sister's life meant saving that girl from suffering as he did, then he'd gladly put her through whatever pain he needed to inflic

Setting his bags in front of the couch, Luke gets ready to leave the two girls to their business. However, before he can escape, Aria quickly jumps up and wraps her arms around Luke's waist. "How can you leave after seeing two cute girls like us devouring each other?" She purrs suggestively as she rubs her hand on his pelvis. Luke freezes for a brief moment as his cock throbs painfully. "Let me guess, you're feeling rather horny too? Don't worry; I won't tell anyone." Aria teases, biting on his ear. Luke swallows thickly as he realizes how deadly this girl could be. "Come here and show Ella just how beautiful she is. It's your fault she's like this anyways. Maybe you should give her an apology." Aria suggests with an evil grin as she continues to stroke Luke's dick through his pants. Luke hesitates for a moment but soon gives in to temptation and walks over to Ella. She still sat on the couch dripping sweat and panting heavily. “What do you mean by ‘it's his fault?' And who's re

Driving out from the estate, Luke heads out to his first stop of the day. He had planned on keeping tabs on his sister so he needed someone who could discreetly watch over her without being detected. This gave him the idea of hiring some form of private eye. Luckily for him the media had no interest in his personal life which allowed him to go to such places without worry of his actions being leaked. Entering the office, Luke scans the intricately designed interior of the building. The walls were lined with pictures of famous people including politicians, actors, athletes and musicians. There was also a large wall dedicated solely to celebrities that died recently. The receptionist that greeted Luke stood tall and proud with long dark brown hair that cascaded down to the small of her back. She wore a pair of black glasses that sat delicately upon her nose. She appeared to be in her late thirties and was quite attractive. "Hello sir. How may we help you today?" She asked politely af