The Hidden Heir

“I didn’t tell that puppet I’ll be here.” “I only wondered what he’s feeling like. Like he already has you. He isn’t worth a pair of your shoes.”“He’s such a loser.”The voices echoed from a room at the club. Ryan could identify the voices, it was Jessica, his two-year-old girlfriend, and her friends, Emily and Rashy.”“You should enjoy your life, Jessica. That man definitely isn't worth you and that’s the gospel truth.”Ryan could recognize who owned that voice, that particular voice was from Emily. The cell phone in his hand vibrated. He checked and saw another message from their friend group chats“We’re in the closet room to the club room, in case anyone is coming again! It’s a blast here! Jessica is flexing and enjoying her life.”Jessica had left the phone with Ryan in the evening. He was able to trace her location from the messages sent to the phone. It was Jessica's birthday, and she had told Ryan she wasn’t celebrating it but now, the contrary is the case. Ryan had taken

He quickly typed a response, demanding to know who was sending such cryptic messages, but received no reply. There was no response. Turner had just advised him to stay lowkey, and here there’s someone who seemed to know something. The night was silent as he stepped into his modest apartment. Ryan’s phone buzzed again, startling him. It was Turner's number. He answered the call, his voice slightly shaky."Ryan, I know this is overwhelming," Turner began, his voice steady and reassuring. "But you must stay vigilant. The shadows of the past have a way of resurfacing at unexpected times."Ryan listened intently, his grip tightening on the phone. He felt a strange feeling of fear and determination, like a fire burning in his belly. "Be cautious," Turner continued. "There are those who would stop at nothing to keep the secrets buried. Trust no one completely until you're certain of their intentions."A chill ran down Ryan's spine at the gravity of Turner's words. “Someone messaged me.”

“Yes baby, quicker.”“Just that spot. Hit it.”“Fuck!! Damn! I love that.”“Uhn huhn.”and that particular moan sent shivers down Ryan’s spine. It was a sound he recognized but didn’t want to accept.He cautiously stepped closer, pressing his ears against the door, listening intently to confirm what he dreaded might be true.“Oh fuck,” The sounds of heavy breathing and panting filled the air, causing Ryan’s heart to race. He strained his ears, trying to identify the owner of that voice, desperately hoping he was mistaken.A tense pause hung in the air, making his anxiety intensify. “I want you to stroke yourself like you were doing the day I was watching you, except this time, I want it to be while you’re looking at me.” The macular voice echoed from the restroom. A few seconds later, the suspense hung in the air. Ryan waited, his nerves on edge, ready for whatever sound would come next.“Tell me you want me to fuck you, say it, Jessica.” Right! It was Jessica. His ears hadn’t dec

"No, I swear, I didn't forge this," Ryan pleaded, his confusion growing."Has it truly come to this for a pauper like you?" Ella taunted."Leave this bank immediately before I call the police and have you charged for fraud, you fraudster!" she added.Ryan stared at the cheque, thousands of emotions crashing within him—confusion, sadness, and a deep sense of hurt.He walked out of the hotel. “Spend your $10 well.” The security guard mocked. He ignored him and he started to wonder why Smith had done something like that. “Was he trying to deceive me? Or set me up for fraud and have me rot in jail? Why? What have I done to deserve that cruel treatment?”His mind raced with these questions. Smith had set him up for fraud, Turner had lied to him, and this situation has left him in a state of disbelief. Whom could he trust now? Is he safe? Thank his goodness for not going to meet Turner, he would have probably been a dead man by now. As Ryan's mind raced with confusion and questions, h

The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows that made it feel as if the very air held tension. Mr. Smith was growing visibly frustrated. He had gathered his most trusted henchmen, essential pieces in the dangerous game they played, when their call seemed to take forever, it made him very uncomfortable. The leader of this tough gang, with a face showing deep frustration, allowed his annoyance to fill the room. He kept walking back and forth, his impatience was clear from his restless movements, and his fingers drummed on the table. He said, "fuck! How could we have lost him." His voice was full of irritation and pain. As he voiced his disappointment, his gang members exchanged worried glances, sharing the unease their leader felt. They weren't used to failing, and their mission was so close to being successful. They started to talk about how they had almost captured Ryan, the person they were after. Their initial confidence had now faded due to the strange turn of events. One gan