"Just home?"
Demian's steps stopped. However, he was reluctant to turn his head. It was too easy for Demian to guess what the owner of the voice wanted to say.
"Today I met with one of the shareholders." Dylan flatly stared at the back of the man who had his back to him. There was longing, but he could not express it. "He offered me a position with a rather lucrative salary."
"So?"
Silence. Dylan's mouth clamped shut at his brother's cold reaction after he finished his story. It was always like this. Never once did this man want to be respectful. Though Dylan really hoped that his brother would give a friendly response. Or if not pretend to think it was okay. However, the reality was far from what he expected.
(What should I do to make you care about me? I'm younger brother. Why are you treating me like a stranger? We're brothers, asshole)
"Go in and rest in the room. I don't have time to listen to your incoherent ramblings!" Demian said coldly. He didn't want to hear the complaints of a snot-nosed kid who could only make trouble. Dylan was indeed his younger brother, but they were born from different mothers. It was only natural that the bond between them was not very strong. Maybe even none at all.
"Just once. Can't you just act like you care about me?" protested Dylan while clenching his fists. "None of you have ever cared about my future. Why, I'm still part of the Stewart family. Please don't ignore me!"
"Don't start. It's already late. Go to sleep. Tomorrow everything will go back to the way it was."
"Again and again and again. Not you, Dad and Mom, you're just being selfish and self-centered. I'm not a child!"
(Why is this child hysterical? What a nuisance!)
Indifferent, Demian waltzed away leaving Dylan in a tantrum. He was too lazy to deal with her childish behavior. Every day, if not to hear his complaints about causing trouble, he would come begging for attention in a very annoying way. Meeting with one of the shareholders in B&F Corporation and then showing off a meager salary offer. Is it appropriate for a member of the Stewart family to do something like this?
"Ridiculous," muttered Demian.
Check
The door opened. Once inside, Demian immediately looked around the room. His gaze then stopped on the old man sitting on the edge of the bed. It was his father. What was this old man doing in his room?
"Are you ignoring him again?" Morgan asked, looking at his eldest son who had just walked into the room. "Dylan's your brother. Take care of him once in a while. Poor thing."
"I never asked her to be my brother. If you don't like it, just kick him and his mother out of this house. It's easy for me to take care of you by myself."
"Dem, how long are you going to keep bringing this up?"
"Until I get tired of it!"
Demian sat down. Unconcerned with his father's unwell state, he lit a cigar and blew the smoke into the air. The tiredness of a long day's work instantly disappeared when discussing family matters. Demian wanted to be angry, but it was useless. His father would definitely keep Dylan and his mother in this house.
"Decades have passed and I've handed over all the assets in your name. What else do you want? I'm tired, Dem. I'd love to see you get along with Dylan and your mom," Morgan choked out. His chest was a little tight from inhaling the cigar smoke his son was puffing out. Morgan knew this was a form of pent-up anger. That's why he didn't move. Let it be. Who knew this way Demian's heart would melt a little.
"Why are you bringing this up?" Demian asked. The look on his face was very flat. It didn't show that he was talking to his parents at all. His tone and gesture were foreign, as if they had no blood ties.
"Because you and Dylan are my sons."
"Cihhh,"
The harsh screech that came out of Demian's mouth was like a dagger that instantly tore through every centimeter of Morgan's body. It was so painful. If crying could solve the problem between them, he wouldn't hesitate to do so. Too bad it couldn't be done.
"I'm the eldest son in the Stewart family. It's only natural that I should inherit all the wealth in our family. And as for that child, I don't care what kind of life he'll lead. You think of him as a child, don't you?" said Demian mockingly. "Enjoy your fir family story. I'm not interested in getting involved."
"Demian!"
"Before she died, Mom always taught me how to hold on to what God had destined to be mine. They're strangers, so don't ever ask me to treat these two well. Just you, not them!"
"Why are you this stubborn? Your mom and dad didn't get married because of infidelity, but because dad needed a partner for life. Please stop thinking that your mother is a bad woman. She loves you very much, Demian. Believe me!"
There was no response. Demian's skin crawled when his father said that she loved him. How disgusting. Armed with a sweet demeanor and also a master of theatrics, it turned out to be able to make someone as smart as his father stupid. Didn't his father realize that she was just pretending?
"Today Dylan threw a tantrum. He had to deal with the law after beating someone's child to death. I'm is not feeling well. Please find a lawyer to handle his case, okay?" said Morgan as she tried to stand up. His body was weak, but he had to stay strong so that his son's anger would not escalate.
Instead of answering, Demian undressed and walked to the bathroom. He turned on the shower, letting his athletic body soak in the cold water.
"Don't expect me to help that useless kid. The company needs my presence far more than it needs to deal with this vague problem. It's all about giving orders," Demian said grumpily. Had it not been his father, he would have beaten the man to a pulp. He punched the wall as he remembered his father saying that Dylan's mother loved him. "Damn witch! What does she mean by talking to you like that? Did she think I would be so easily fooled by her hypocrisy? A snake is still a snake. No matter how much it is fed, it will still endanger the life of the person who keeps it. Cihhh!"
When Demian was twelve years old, he was forced to accept the harsh reality that his father married his own secretary after his mother passed away due to illness. Although he was old enough to understand the meaning of life, he still couldn't accept the new member of the Stewart family. Moreover, her mother had previously told her to protect her father from a woman named Katty. No matter how hard Demian persuaded her, the snake woman was still brought into this house. Demian was disappointed. So before Dylan was born, he forced his father to transfer all of the Stewart family's assets to him alone.
"Katty, you may win my father's heart. But me? Don't expect it. Even if the world comes to an end, I will not be willing to share my rights with you two. Go ahead and do as many tricks as you can, it won't have any effect on my life. Because of what? Because I am Demian Stewart. No matter how hard you want to subvert me, it will only end in vain!"
***
Knock knock knockDemian, who had just come out of the bathroom, swore harshly when someone knocked on the door. I don't know which human dared to disturb his resting time. That's really presumptuous."It's me. Please open the door."Demian's expression instantly darkened when he realized who the person behind the door was. He flinched, just staring flatly at the door that was constantly being knocked on. Annoying. What did that snot-nosed kid want? "Don't be afraid. I'm not here to force you to sign the transfer of inheritance papers. Relax," Dylan taunted when the door to his brother's room didn't open. Deliberately provoking him to get angry. "Ten minutes. Give me ten minutes to bi ...."CheckDylan's words were interrupted when the door to the room opened. In front of him was the cold look of his brother who was so damn handsome. Dylan then thought to himself."Five minutes. Then leave!" Short, cold, and firm. Demian was indifferent to Dylan's reaction as he stared at his body.
Katty couldn't stop glancing at Demian who looked so angry since arriving at the dining table. What was wrong with him? Her stepson never put on a good face, but this time was different. The tinge of anger and hatred was clearly visible on his cold, handsome features. Katty was curious.(Did Demian find out about my plan to bring Dylan into the company? Damn it! It's useless for me to bribe the shareholders to persuade Dylan to join B&F Corporation if it gets out this quickly. Arggggg!)"You're supposed to pay attention to the food on your plate when you eat, not my face!" said Demian while chewing his food. He didn't know that Katty had been watching him. "Behavior may be low, but etiquette must be maintained considering you live in the Stewart family residence.""Dem, what are you talking about? Who are you referring to as unethical?" asked Morgan, surprised to hear such a harsh sentence. He had to stop breakfast because he wanted to know why his son was talking like that.Demian di
"When can I join the company?""As soon as possible. Whether your brother will allow it or not is a matter for us.""Is my mom involved?"Silence. Two men in neat suits kept their mouths shut when Dylan asked about Mrs.Katty's involvement. As per the agreement, once the money was transferred, they had to behave as if she was not involved in any way. (Your silence is an answer that it's true that Mom was involved in my entry into B&F Corporation. But for once I agree with your plan. I can't stand to keep giving in and letting that bastard do whatever he wants. It's time to take my rights as the Stewart family heir)"I accept your offer." Dylan spoke in such a cold tone. "Make sure I can sit in a position that threatens Demian.""What does that mean?""You two are on my side, right?""That's right, Mr.Dylan. Otherwise, we wouldn't have asked you to join the company.""Well, then you should support me. I want to get a position that can make Demian feel threatened. I want that arrogant h
In front of the entrance of B&F Corporation, employees were lined up waiting for their big boss to arrive. Being the number one most influential company, everyone had to abide by the rules of the man whose orders could not be disobeyed. Especially for employees who occupy important positions in the company, they must deposit their faces every morning. Not because they are looked down upon, but for the sake of alertness. As soon as they show up, their boss will immediately ask about work. And they must be quick to answer if they still want to work at the company."Arrived, sir." Niel glanced at the back seat through the rearview mirror. "Mr.Kim is present. He doesn't seem to know that he's made a big splash in the media."Wearing a suit from a famous fashion house, paired with a brand-new Rolex watch, made Demian look very expensive. Coupled with the black glasses that are perched on a sharp nose, it is guaranteed to make the women who look at it hysterical. Too bad Demian hates creatu
"So this is what you did while I was on a business trip abroad?"Demian cast a sharp gaze at his subordinate who was standing with his head bowed. His jaw tightened. Furious. "I asked you to supervise the project beside the harbor, not to be a customer of the prostitution place there. Look at this!"One newspaper flew right into the face of Mr. Kim, the manager of B&F Corporation. Beads of sweat were clearly pouring down his body. Don't ask him how anxious he was right now. He was so anxious that he was speechless. Mr.Kim never thought that the night he had fun with a group of comfort women would be covered by the media. And because of this faux pas, he now has to face the wrath of Demian Stewart, the heir and big boss of the company where he makes his money.(How is this? Mr.Demian is so angry. It feels like it will be useless even if I say a thousand excuses to defend myself. Argghh, how could I not know that there were reporters stalking me that night? Stupid stupid stupid!)"Mute,
"Welcome, Mr.Demian."Two guards respectfully greeted a man in an expensive suit who had just gotten out of a car. It was their boss."Where is he?" Demian asked coldly."He's inside. He's been making so much noise that he's overwhelmed us.""Why don't you just give him a lethal injection? Isn't he old?"Niel listened silently. How unfortunate for the old lady who had to suffer kidnapping for refusing to be evacuated from the location where B&F Corporation wanted to carry out project construction. If she had not been stubborn, the old lady's fate would not have been as bad as it is now. That old lady just didn't know how terrible money and power are. These two things can make people lose their dignity and even their lives."Troublesome!" Demian threw away the remaining half of the cigar. He then reached out to the side, asking Niel to hand him the firearm. "I hate anything that hinders my work. Such a trivial matter still requires me to intervene. You're useless!""Mr, can't you just
Niel put his cell phone in his pants pocket after ending the call. After that, he approached his boss who had just come out of the bathroom."Mr.?"Demian didn't answer. He was focused on drying off and then putting on a shirt. Without having to ask, Demian could easily guess what Niel was going to say. If it wasn't about Dylan, it would be about someone who wanted to find trouble with him."The day after tomorrow, the shareholders want to hold a meeting. They're going to discuss Mr.Dylan joining the company." Niel cleared his throat softly. "Should it be allowed? Mr.Dylan doesn't have any experience. He'll just be a scapegoat for those greedy for money.""That's why God gave people brains. It's for thinking," Demian said casually. Casual on the outside, but he was actually angry. It looked like Dylan really had the guts to fight him. "What does that mean, Mr. I don't understand."There was a rough snort of breath after Niel spoke. Seeing that, he immediately realized he had offended
"Wow, what's going on? What boss would shoot his own assistant?"A scathing taunt escaped Dylan's mouth as soon as he walked into the meeting room. Standing there was Niel, his brother's confidant with a bandaged arm. Meanwhile, in the main seat, sat the arrogant man who would be his rival from today on. Dylan grinned. "What's going on, brother? What wrong has Niel done that you could hurt him?"Demian was indifferent. He was no longer surprised by Dylan's childish behavior."Mr. Dylan, please sit down," Niel said as he pulled out a chair. After that he stepped back, returning to stand beside his boss."Thank you, Niel. You sure are the best."Niel nodded. "Let's get straight to the point. I don't have time for all the silliness you want!" Demian said coldly, but with emphasis. Deliberately opening an opening for Dylan to join the B&F Corporation, of course he had mastered the terrain. And Demian had no intention of obstructing the wishes of the people who had teamed up with Katty, t
"Dad, how are you?"There was no reaction from Demian when Gwen, his son, said hello. He remained focused on the laptop screen, busy checking his work. "Is my arrival a bother?" Gwen asked disappointedly. Five years abroad and only this morning's return to her homeland had left her with a deep sense of longing for her father. However, Gwen had to be satisfied with swallowing back the longing when she found her father's very cold response. Disappointed, but still trying to be patient. "This morning mom said you weren't feeling well. How are you doing now? Is it much better?""I'm busy. Don't talk too much," Demian said in a very flat tone. He was too lazy to bother with this kid's questions."All these years we haven't said hello to each other, is there no longing in your heart? I'm your son, Dad. I even wish .... ""Enough!" Demian snorted harshly. He reluctantly looked at Gwen who just kept talking. "Don't ever expect anything from me because it will never materialize.""Why?""No co
"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday. Happy birthday to Gwen. Yeyyyyyyyy!!"Cheers of applause filled the front yard of the Stewart family home. Today is Gwen's one-year-old birthday celebration. Gwen Loreg Stewart. The name given to her by Dylan. It was a great fortune for Rosalind and Demian to have a son. And twelve months have passed with great joy. Dylan is now an art activist whose name has been recognized by many people. Katty and Morgan have a harmonious relationship with mutual love and affection. As for Rosalind, she spends her time taking care of her only son who is so cute and adorable. Then Demian .... "Sir, it's Gwen's birthday. Are you sure you don't want to go home?" asked Niel while looking at his boss who was enjoying a cigar. Making it through the big storm did not make this man willing to trust others. His boss was still suffering from a crisis of trust. It was even worse now that he was suspicious of his o
"Mr.Demian, congratulations on Ms.Rosalind's pregnancy. Soon B&F Corporation and the Stewart family will have a successor. You are very lucky,""That's right. You are an extraordinarily lucky man. Having such a beautiful and fertile wife, the goddess of fortune is always on your side. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why you are so secretive about your relationship. It must be because you already know that Ms.Rosalind has a very good hand line, right? Hahahaha,"Compliment after compliment Demian continued to receive from his business colleagues. However, these compliments did not make him feel happy. On the contrary, Demian felt threatened when these people kept mentioning the heir. (Their words sound like mockery that I have created my own competition. This is not true. How can a baby who is only as big as a corn kernel already be hailed as an heir? Me! I am the true heir. It's also thanks to my hard work that the company is number one in the country. Cihhh!) Niel secretly watche
After weathering quite a storm, the Stewart family finally got the news that excited me. Rosalind was positively pregnant. This made many people rejoice at the good news. "Finally our darling will soon have a grandchild," Katty said as she wiped away tears. She was so moved that she cried knowing that Rosalind was pregnant. "Yes, dear. I never thought that at my old and sickly age, God would still give me the opportunity to experience the joy of being a grandfather. Our family is truly blessed," Morgan said, equally moved. "Don't talk like that. It's only your physique that looks old, but you're actually still very handsome. That's why I can never move on to another heart. You're still the best that's ever stopped by my heart."Katty's answer just now made Morgan unable to help but smile. Since the incident some time ago, he decided to just forgive her. Because no matter what, the misunderstanding that happened was because she couldn't be assertive. Thinking too much about Demian's
In a fairly dark room, there sat a silent man by the window. There was no visible expression on his face. One thing was for sure, this man was caught up in a thought. (Am I really like this because of the trauma of my mother's death? But how did Dylan know that? He wasn't even born when mom died. Am I mistaken?) Four days after his fight with Dylan, Demian hadn't shown up at home or at the company. His heart was too troubled, confused about what was really going on. Dylan's words made such an impression on him that he couldn't close his eyes for a moment. As a result, these four days Demian has transformed into a zombie who lacks blood. Drrt drrttThe cell phone on the table vibrated, but Demian remained in his position. He was ignorant. The person calling was probably Niel, so it was predictable what the man would ask. "What exactly happened to me? Why do I seem to have lost my zest for life? For days, I've been living in a dark place. How could a Demian break the discipline to w
"Sir, please don't be stubborn. Your condition is still very weak. Stay here and let the guards do the work. Okay?""Don't get in my way. Dylan is in danger, his life is at stake. How can I just lie back and relax when my son's life is on the line?!" shouted Morgan in frustration. The IV tube in his hand had been forcibly removed, causing blood to splatter on the floor and blanket. There was no more pain, no more weakness. All that remained was fear and worry. "Get out of the way. Let me get out of here. Demian's temper is very bad. Only I can prevent him from killing Dylan. Please get out of the way!"Knock knock knock"Dad, I... gosh, what's going on here?"Rosalind, who had guessed that her father-in-law must have made a mess after hearing the news that Demian wanted to kill Dylan, decided to come to the hospital immediately. And sure enough. Arriving in this room she found that her father-in-law was throwing a tantrum and rebelling to be let go. Immediately, he played a charade. N
Demian's body stiffened strongly. Suddenly a strange feeling rushed into his mind. Big brother? This wasn't the first time Dylan had called him that, but why did it feel different now? What was wrong? Couldn't it be because he felt sorry for him? "Big brother, is it okay if I call you this?" said Dylan again asking for permission. His defenses were weakening, and he realized death had arrived. "Ever since I understood that we were brothers, I've been hoping to be allowed to call you brother. Is this too whiny for a man of my stature?"Dylan's words were full of deep sadness. Unexpectedly, a clear liquid dripped from the corner of his eye, a sign of a hidden wound. With Dylan lying on the ground and his face bruised and bloody, he expressed his sadness accompanied by soft sobs. "I've waited so long for the moment to be able to talk to you as a brother, not as an enemy or someone you consider a stranger. Brother, I'm your younger brother, right?""Nonsense, don't try to make me think!"
Dylan and Demian stood facing each other. Their gazes were both sharp, implying no familial relationship behind it. "I didn't realize you and Niel were such traitors. It's lucky I came in time to expose your conspiracy!" Demian said without hesitation. "Don't just accuse. Niel is not a traitor!" countered Dylan. "He has nothing to do with what's going on. So don't try to hurt him or you'll be dealing directly with me!""Oh, getting defensive huh?"A faint smirk seemed to grace Demian's lips at Dylan's blatant defense of Niel. This was surprising. It was unexpected that the person he trusted the most had the heart to form an alliance with someone he considered an enemy. Fortunately, Demian hadn't let Niel go earlier. Otherwise, their rottenness would definitely not have been exposed. "Do you realize how arrogant and greedy you are? What did my mother and I do wrong? Why do you have the heart to sell them to bandits?""Whatever I want to do. This is the fruit of that snake woman's st
The valley of death, let's call it. Dylan sat quietly in the car as he stared at the screen of his cell phone that was constantly on. Since five minutes ago, someone had been calling him. But Dylan had no intention of answering. It was useless."Even if you cry blood, I will not leave this country. I am prepared for all the risks that will occur," Dylan said bitterly. His gaze was sad, helpless. "Niel, you might not be as cruel as Demian. Maybe if I had asked father for help, he would have asked you to tell me where mom was. However, I don't want to make you a traitor in Demian's eyes. It's enough that I sacrifice myself for his ego, you don't!"After years of holding out hope of being considered, Dylan finally came to the decision to end it all. Secretly stealing important data from one of the family's sources of wealth, blinded by too much heartache and disappointment. His mother was being held captive somewhere. As a child, it is only natural that Dylan is determined to use all kin