"Of course we remember," one of the men snapped, his frustration evident. "He was disowned and banished after his father discovered he was behind the attack and framed his own brother for it. But what does that have to do with saving ourselves?""Gosh, how can you be so shortsighted?" Mr. Turner groaned, slamming his hand against his forehead. "If Mr. Wade were still here, he'd understand exactly what I mean. The rest of you are no better than children!”Mr. Turner sighed, lowering his voice to a near whisper. “We all know how obsessed Alexander has always been with becoming the heir. What if we join forces with him, convince him to reclaim what he believes is rightfully his? He’s selfish and ruthless—he’ll agree. Not only would we save ourselves, but we’d also form a powerful alliance with the new Gibson heir once he takes control.”The other three men exchanged uneasy glances, they were clearly not buying with Mr. Turner’s idea."How is that even possible?" Mr. Kingsley snapped. "No
"Nice question. That’s what you should’ve asked earlier, instead of throwing insults at us," Mr. Turner sneered. He leaned back, then added calmly, "Aren’t you going to offer us a seat first? Maybe some wine? Then we can start talking." “Why should I? You are not welcome guests in my house,” Alexander snapped.“Believe me we are, you will consider us the most valuable guests in eight years after you’ve heard what we have to say”.Still frowning, Alexander hesitantly gestured towards a couch without saying a word and the men made themselves comfortable."And what about the wine? Haven’t you had your servants bring it yet?" the obese Mr. Montclair asked, his tone laced with curiosity."No one’s giving you anything—not even water," Alexander snapped, his voice edged with irritation. "Now, tell me why you’re here and leave!""Relax, Alexander," Mr. Turner interjected, trying to lighten the mood. "Don’t mind Montclair, the man’s always hungry. His wife even complains that he wakes up in t
The atmosphere was calm and steady when a convoy of ten cars arrived and parked in the parking lot of a certain restaurant in the city.A total of thirty to forty security men dressed in sleek black suits with black glasses on emerged from the vehicles. They scanned the surroundings with sharp precision before one of them opened a car door, revealing August.Since he wasn’t hiding his identity anymore, Mr. Kane insisted he took so much security with him.The onlookers were stunned by the grandeur of the convoy, so they began to gather around, curious to see which powerful figure would emerge from the cars."Look! It's the Gibson heir!" one exclaimed, pointing towards August with wide eyes as recognition spread through the crowd. “Oh my, he’s even more handsome in person. I can’t stop blushing,” one of the women in the crowd gushed.“I need to get a picture with him. The most powerful man in the city! That’ll blow up my social media for sure,” another chimed in as he eagerly retrieved
“Tell me, Tina,” Mia continued, her words even more accusing. "Does our friendship, the one we’ve had since childhood, mean nothing to you? How could you betray me like this?" "Mia?!" Tina’s face twisted with confusion, her chest tightening as she struggled to make sense of her friend’s words."It’s only been four months, Tina. Four months!" Mia hissed, holding up four fingers as she stepped closer, her voice barely a whisper. "And already, you’re flirting with my husband. Don’t you have any shame?"Tina’s jaw dropped with the weight of the accusation hanging in the air. She opened her mouth to speak but the words were stuck in her throat.August frowned, he was already angered enough that Mia walked in to disrupt this special moment. Accusing Tina even made him angrier. Husband? What was Mia even talking about?"Is it really so hard for you to find your own man? Why must you meddle in my marriage?" Mia’s voice rang with bitterness, each word laced with disappointment.Tina was not j
Chapter one"Hey waiter! Bring us a bottle of Champagne, and make sure it’s the expensive stuff!""We need another round of caviar, pronto!"The cacophony of calls for more food and drinks were like symphony to the Manager’s ear, as the night was already signaling to be a historic sale for the restaurant.August was just one among the almost dozen waiters that had lost count of how many times they exited the VIP section carrying orders with them and returned with trays, it looked like they were not stopping anytime soon. He returned with a bottle of Champagne headed to the table that still had more than ten untouched cognac bottles comfortably seated between five menAs he approached the table he could hear one of them say, “Just two more bottles and am done. I have an appointment with my girlfriend tonight, it’s been three long years and I don’t want to… You know what I mean” The man said jokingly and the men erupted into laughter.Clink! Clink! Clink!“Attention everyone!” a voice c
Chapter TwoMia quickly pushed the man off her body, and reached for the blanket to cover her naked self. “Au-August! You are back already?” She stammered.August was having a battle between his eyes and brain at the moment. Could his eyes be deceiving him? His jaw dropped, leaving his mouth widely open like he could swallow an entire watermelon in one gulp. He tried to voice out his disbelief, but no words came out. The jewelry pack in his hands dropped to the floor in shock. Was it truly his wife engaged with another man? Or was it her look-alike? Or maybe was he dreaming.“Who the f*ck are you?” The man asked angrily, hastily grabbing his innerwear from the floor to cover himself. “Mia! Please tell me this is a dream. I am dreaming right? Tell me this is not reality, please!”August didn’t care about the man’s identity, he did not even bother to stare at his face. His frustrations and questions were directed towards his wife.Mia couldn’t even raise her head to stare her husband
Chapter ThreeIf Mia got the police to arrest him he was definitely going to rot in jail, he had nobody else to bail him. Considering the fact that Tom was a Turner made matters worse, the family would use their influence to make sure he is never released.The thought of it made August consider an alternative, to run. He hurriedly ran to the outside leaving Tom still groaning on the floor while Mia yelled from behind him. “Where are you going August? You can run but you can’t hide forever, the police will definitely find you”.But it was worth a try, he ran as fast as he could and managed to exit the house before the police arrived. At that moment he wished he had done more than break Tom’s nose, maybe broke a few fingers in addition. The damage was done, he only broke his nose but the whole police in the Aurora Bay were searching for him.Walking on the open streets would increase the chances of the cops sighting him, so he laid low and took the back alleys instead. Mia’s betraya
Chapter FourGetting to his feet, the man passed the old photograph to August. His jaw dropped as he gazed at the image; it depicted a man striking resemblance to him alongside a woman cradling a baby boy who had yet to walk. “Where…where did you get this?” August stammered as he identified the three persons in the picture to be his late parents cradling him when he was still an infant. Emotions weighed on him as the picture reminded him of the sad passing away of his parents eight years ago.The man stared him in the eyes as he narrated. “Your father Steve Gibson was the eldest son of my master who happens to be your grandfather, Mr Gibson. My master had two children; your father and his younger brother Alexander. Your grandfather was the richest man in the whole continent and owned many properties worth several billions of dollars all over the world. Your father loved Alexander just like a brother should, but Alexander returned the love with conceit hatred because your father was
“Tell me, Tina,” Mia continued, her words even more accusing. "Does our friendship, the one we’ve had since childhood, mean nothing to you? How could you betray me like this?" "Mia?!" Tina’s face twisted with confusion, her chest tightening as she struggled to make sense of her friend’s words."It’s only been four months, Tina. Four months!" Mia hissed, holding up four fingers as she stepped closer, her voice barely a whisper. "And already, you’re flirting with my husband. Don’t you have any shame?"Tina’s jaw dropped with the weight of the accusation hanging in the air. She opened her mouth to speak but the words were stuck in her throat.August frowned, he was already angered enough that Mia walked in to disrupt this special moment. Accusing Tina even made him angrier. Husband? What was Mia even talking about?"Is it really so hard for you to find your own man? Why must you meddle in my marriage?" Mia’s voice rang with bitterness, each word laced with disappointment.Tina was not j
The atmosphere was calm and steady when a convoy of ten cars arrived and parked in the parking lot of a certain restaurant in the city.A total of thirty to forty security men dressed in sleek black suits with black glasses on emerged from the vehicles. They scanned the surroundings with sharp precision before one of them opened a car door, revealing August.Since he wasn’t hiding his identity anymore, Mr. Kane insisted he took so much security with him.The onlookers were stunned by the grandeur of the convoy, so they began to gather around, curious to see which powerful figure would emerge from the cars."Look! It's the Gibson heir!" one exclaimed, pointing towards August with wide eyes as recognition spread through the crowd. “Oh my, he’s even more handsome in person. I can’t stop blushing,” one of the women in the crowd gushed.“I need to get a picture with him. The most powerful man in the city! That’ll blow up my social media for sure,” another chimed in as he eagerly retrieved
"Nice question. That’s what you should’ve asked earlier, instead of throwing insults at us," Mr. Turner sneered. He leaned back, then added calmly, "Aren’t you going to offer us a seat first? Maybe some wine? Then we can start talking." “Why should I? You are not welcome guests in my house,” Alexander snapped.“Believe me we are, you will consider us the most valuable guests in eight years after you’ve heard what we have to say”.Still frowning, Alexander hesitantly gestured towards a couch without saying a word and the men made themselves comfortable."And what about the wine? Haven’t you had your servants bring it yet?" the obese Mr. Montclair asked, his tone laced with curiosity."No one’s giving you anything—not even water," Alexander snapped, his voice edged with irritation. "Now, tell me why you’re here and leave!""Relax, Alexander," Mr. Turner interjected, trying to lighten the mood. "Don’t mind Montclair, the man’s always hungry. His wife even complains that he wakes up in t
"Of course we remember," one of the men snapped, his frustration evident. "He was disowned and banished after his father discovered he was behind the attack and framed his own brother for it. But what does that have to do with saving ourselves?""Gosh, how can you be so shortsighted?" Mr. Turner groaned, slamming his hand against his forehead. "If Mr. Wade were still here, he'd understand exactly what I mean. The rest of you are no better than children!”Mr. Turner sighed, lowering his voice to a near whisper. “We all know how obsessed Alexander has always been with becoming the heir. What if we join forces with him, convince him to reclaim what he believes is rightfully his? He’s selfish and ruthless—he’ll agree. Not only would we save ourselves, but we’d also form a powerful alliance with the new Gibson heir once he takes control.”The other three men exchanged uneasy glances, they were clearly not buying with Mr. Turner’s idea."How is that even possible?" Mr. Kingsley snapped. "No
****In the living room of the Turner mansion, Mr. Turner lounged comfortably on the couch, his face hidden behind a newspaper as the television played softly in the background."These damn headlines again!" he spat, tossing the paper aside in frustration. "Six days, same nonsense. I'm done with it."He stood up, gesturing towards the television he frowned, "Even the news on TV is boring these days. I’d rather go fry in the sun than watch another second of this mind-numbing news," he muttered under his breath as he prepared to leave the room.Just as he turned to walk away, something on the television made him halt in his tracks."It's no secret to anyone in this country that the Gibson family's heir, Mr. Gibson, tragically passed away a few months ago..." Mr. Kane's voice came through the speakers."Mr. Kane? What's he doing on the news now?" Mr. Turner's brows knitted in confusion as he turned back to face the television. "At last, finally the Gibson heir has decided to unveil himse
Boris's heart pounded in terror as he caught the burning rage in Mr. Kane’s eyes. "Him... the Gibson heir? Impossible!" he stammered, clutching his chin in disbelief.Mr. Kane, seething with fury, unleashed a brutal kick to Boris’s stomach, knocking the air from his lungs. Boris doubled over, groaning in agony. "You ignorant fool!" Kane spat, delivering another vicious kick. "You're only breathing because of the young master. How dare you disrespect him like that?"Grabbing Boris by the collar, Mr. Kane yanked him up to his feet with a rough pull. As soon as Boris stood, Kane slapped him twice across the face with resounding force."Just a few days ago, your coward of a father was on the phone with me, begging for your life, too scared to face Don Maxino himself. I refused, but the young master? He went. He's the reason you were spared that day. Frankly, he should have let you die!" Mr. Kane sneered before going ahead to slap his face a few more.While Mr. Kane continued to punish Bor
"What do you mean?" Boris frowned, his brows knitting together as he looked both offended and confused.August smiled nonchalantly and shook his head mockingly. "Despite how bad you’ve treated me, I’d be generous and tell you to escape through the backdoor before the next two minutes," he said, his smile fading."Or else what?" Boris growled, his eyes narrowing with rage."You have one minute left," August replied ignorantly, his chuckle sly.James, flushed red with fury, stormed up to August and slapped him hard across the face. "You piece of shit! Will it kill you to stop bluffing?" he spat, seething. Gesturing to one of his men, he added, "Go get the sedatives and psyche-twisters. Since he can't keep quiet, we’ll make sure he does."Boris scoffed. "Such a shame, August, you’ll not be awake to hear our pleasure moans. By the time you wake up, we'll be long gone, and you'll be surrounded by the police. Maybe you should've kept your mouth shut." With a mocking laugh, he gripped the ri
August was exasperated, despite being at the mercy of Boris and James, he didn't seem to be afraid of them. "I wouldn't threaten me if I were you!"Boris's face flushed red with rage, he frowned and slapped August two more times. "Don't test me, you filthy waiter. You are at my mercy yet you dare to speak such nonsense. With just a snap of my fingers; these men will hit you to death," Boris warned, his voice trembling with rage."Try, if you have the balls," August sneered slyly. He knew Boris and James needed him alive too well to take all the blame for what they planned to do to Tina. No matter how far he pushed Boris, all he got was a slap or two across the face."That's enough, Boris," James interjected, gripping Boris’s arm as he prepared to strike August again. "I see what he’s trying to do, but what’s the point of hitting him? He’s already in a worse position. The charge for rape and murder is death by hanging—unless the judge is feeling generous, in which case it might be life
Seeing that August was no longer a threat as he was tied to a chair, a smug smile painted on Boris face."I thought you were the almighty Iron fist; you knocked me out with just a punch and look at what you did to James' face. I was beginning to think you would knock all these men down with your Iron fist. But Maybe I overrated you, you are not as strong as I thought"August seethed with rage. If he could untie just one of his hand, then he would've shown Boris just how much he deserved to be called Iron fist like he was mocking him. "I swear this time I'll make sure I knock you off for good" August growled.Boris then frowned and slapped his face hard. "You are lucky we need you alive for our plan or I would've killed you already!" Boris spat angrily yanking August's chin before slapping it again."Stop hitting him," Tina protested defensively. "Your problem is with me, right? You already have me, what do you want from him?" She asked frustratingly.James then approached Tina and ru