Mason got to Samantha's room and he knew he had been there before but coming into it now that his brain was on the right side of his head brought a distinct feeling to him. This was just how his sister's room was. Incredibly large and had more pink colors.His mind had wandered back to his little sister who wasn't as little as he thought anymore. His face lit up with a warm smile as he recollected her explanation of how she led his team in his absence.The aforementioned warm smile that was on his face perished as soon as his thoughts were filled with how she became his enemies' prey. "How dare you hurt my little girl, Drake?!" he spoke out between gritted teeth."Who are you talking to?" Samantha, who had seen him talking to himself, walked into the room. Mason, unbothered by her presence and still in anger, lowered his head, thinking of the cruelest way of vengeance. Now he had three people to avenge. His parents and his little sister. No, let's make that four people, himsel
It was already daybreak and Mason scarcely got any sleep. With the loud chattering and stomping of feet, he was forced to wake up.Grunting, Mason lifted his body from the stiff bed. After going through a brief session of stretching and yawning, he made his way toward the door.He opened up the door only to be met by lancing hazel eyes. Mason's orbs popped out as they saw whom those eyes were owned by."U-uncle Roger," Mason stuttered as he recalled what he saw. Uncle Roger who had a void expression on his face stood like he had not noticed the surprised look on Mason's face.Mason on the other hand thought that if he threatened to blackmail Uncle Roger, he might let him off the leash."Madam Quinn has requested your presence," Uncle Roger told sternly and Mason nodded, trailing behind him as they walked. Mason could already hear Quinn's voice, nearly bringing down the roofs and he knew it had everything single thing to do with him. "Here he is Madam Quinn," Uncle Roger said, motio
After back-and-forth arguments, Mason gave up eventually.Immediately they stepped out into the courtyard, the fiery sun shone on them and Mason felt every bit of it."The sun is scorching," Mason complained."Get to work," Uncle Roger said instead, ignoring Mason's remark.Demoralized, Mason threw the tools in his, gaining a look from Uncle Roger."This is all your fault, Uncle Roger! If I had not seen you that night, I would have completed my work!" he wailed. "Don't let me draw Madam Quinn's attention to you, you had better start working," Uncle Roger declared.Maybe it was time to get dirty, Mason thought. "Yes, then I'll let her know you have been f*cking someone in her home, " Mason lashed out. "I advised you to do what has been asked of you and not get involved in what has nothing to do with you," Uncle Roger warned, looking unconcerned. "I will -" Mason was interrupted."I don't care what you do with that little information. Make yourself useful and stop wasting my time
Mason just smiled at her. This was probably his first time smiling genuinely in the Huttons' household, for four solid years. "You don't have to think that, we're all slaves to the Huttons," Mason chuckled. "You are not a slave here Sir Mason, you are Missus Samantha's husband and -" Mason interrupted her sharply. "Ex-husband," he corrected.A frown settled on Octavia's face, she seemed not to be relaxed with Mason being comfortable with the way he was treated by the Huttons."And what are you doing helping that embarrassment called a man, Octavia?" Uncle Roger asked as he walked into the kitchen and saw the two.Octavia threw a malicious look at Uncle Roger and was about to cuss out when Mason stopped her, pleading with his eyes. Mason nodded towards the exit for her to leave, and she did but not before pushing Uncle Roger out of her way and cursing at him.She had gotten so tired of Uncle Roger's narcissistic attitude that she did not care anymore to respect him. Her hate for
The car returned to being noiseless as they waited for the lights to turn green. Mason's eyes peered at the traffic light until it gave a sign for him to go. He stepped on the acceleration and the car zoomed off with a high sweep. They drove for twenty-five more minutes until Mason finally halted the car.He noticed there were no motions or words or even any attentiveness from Samantha for a couple of minutes. His head slanted to the back, redirecting his eyes to Samantha. "We're here?" he announced and those words echoed in Samantha's head."The keys," Samantha ordered instead. Mason moaned under his breath, biting on his bottom lips to prevent himself from saying anything. "Have you gone deaf? I said give the keys to me!" Samantha exclaimed. Did Mason have a choice? Of course not.Without any protest from him, he surrendered the keys to Samantha and got out of the car.He placed his hands on his waist and quickly scanned around. He knew very well that he wasn't supposed to sh
Mason walked hastily into the kitchen, leaving the staff there both baffled and scared as they all thought he might be a psychopath. Amidst the panic, Mason found two doors, the back was the easiest and only way of escape. Mason walked out the door that had 'EXIT' inscribed boldly on it.With bated breath, Mason pushed open the heavy door leading to the back alley.Carefully he peeked outside to see if his attackers were still out there.Unfortunately for Mason, they were lingering around and had everywhere guarded, pretending they were just normal citizens. "Shit" Mason's curse died in his throat.Mason's mind raced as he considered his options. He knew that simply fleeing through the alley would be too risky— they could easily catch up to him. His gaze fell upon a fire escape ladder, extending vertically against the restaurant's brick wall. This was a risk he was taking. If he doesn't move carefully, the gang will notice him.Summoning his courage, Mason gripped the ladder and
Just when Mason thought he had successfully escaped Quinn, he bumped into Uncle Roger. A perfect way to ruin the rest of his day.His eyes wandered, looking for a way to hide from him. Mason's urge to escape made him fail to notice the low table situated at the corner, where a golden flower pot, adorned with beautiful gems sat.As Mason turned to leave, his foot caught on the table's leg, sending it wobbling and crashing the unsuspecting flower pot. The once tranquil scene shattered in an instant. Fragments of porcelain and shards of petals scattered across the ground, leaving behind a trail of broken beauty.Horrified, Mason knelt, his hands trembling as he surveyed the damage he had unintentionally caused. He felt a pang of guilt, knowing that this accident had disrupted the beauty of that unnoticeable corner. The delicate roses, once a symbol to remember old man Hutton, now lay in disarray.Mason began gathering the broken pieces, careful to avoid harming himself further. As h
Mason sat at the edge of the front porch, his eyes fixed on the horizon. As the sun began its slow descent, a symphony of colors emerged, casting a spell over the landscape.The first brushstrokes of the sunset painted the sky in soft pastel pinks and purples, like a gentle caress. The fading light transformed the atmosphere into a realm of enchantment, casting long shadows that danced across the Huttons' mansion.Mason's gaze remained steadfast, his spirit uplifted by the magical display. He imagined himself as a part of the vibrant scene, twirling and dancing amidst the ever-changing colors, feeling the warmth of the fading sun on his face.'This is relaxing,' he thought.As the sun sank lower, the palette intensified. Streaks of fiery orange and brilliant gold ignited the sky, as if setting the heavens ablaze. The clouds, mere wisps of cotton, glowed with an ethereal radiance, their edges kissed by the golden light.Mason closed his eyes, allowing the symphony of colors to perm