The Last Heir Of The Bastien Empire

Chapter 1.

Being a twenty five-year old young man with no job, and not even the slightest bit of predicted hope along your path, was definitely a scary thing to be.

Brad Jones Bastien was a young man and a graduate of banking and finance from a local university in the US. Too bad though that he had no job and no money!

He asked himself a lot of the time, 'is it a crime to marry for love?'

Brad was married to a lovely and beautiful woman named Emily Wilson, who was two years younger than him. And although Brad had never for once regretted his decision, life would always torment him at times, revealing to him a glimpse of the life he would have gotten if he hadn't gotten married into the Wilson's household.

The Wilson household was one of the mighty and powerful families in New York, one of the US biggest towns. Unfortunately for him, they also happened to be the family his wife was born into.

And what disturbed him the most was that she was not bothered by his low status. She cared less and always tried her every possible best to ensure their marriage grow and flourished even more!

She was the best pick for him as a life partner, he wouldn't deny that.

That morning had been the last day of the weekday, Friday, and Brad had rushed down the streets of New York for an interview.

He did that nearly everyday; submitted his CV across a wide range of companies, then waited until they called him for an interview. And sadly, everyone of them always declined his offer!

That morning though, he had hoped to be lucky. His wife had mentioned that they enjoyed their day together and he shouldn't bother going for the interview until the next week, but of course Brad had been stubborn.

'You never know when luck can kick in,' he always said.

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When Emily woke up, there was no one beside her on the bed. She immediately scanned around for a quick search and when she couldn't find her husband, she knew already that he had left for the interview she had clearly told him not to go for!.

"Oh dear Lord," she muttered to herself. "He's just too stubborn! Please I do wish him luck. Dear Lord," and with that she changed into something more comforting than her strapless nightgown and began to do some early morning chores.

Minutes later and she was done. She headed straight to the kitchen to make her husband his favorite delicacy; Breakfast burrito. 

He usually said the meal was a unique variety of a burrito, consisting of a tortilla loaded with ingredients that were usually a breakfast staple such as scrambled egg, sausages, cheese, bacon, ham, and a homemade avocado-tomato salsa. He as well would normally compliment his wife for creating such wonders, applauding her every time for being a wonderful chef.

The door opened up, and since the kitchen was opposite to the living room, she caught a distressed looking man at the entrance.

Brad was a tall man with messy fringe that somehow managed to highlight the comely gracefulness in his face. But lately, he had been stressed, and Emily couldn't blame him. Immediately, she left what she had been doing and hurried straight to embrace him. 

His eyes were red like he'd been crying, and the way his whole body slouched, ohh he must have been miserable.

Emily brought him to the sofa, then took off his shoes and removed his bag from his shoulders. "It's alright, huh?" She said in her soothing and calm voice. "Don't you worry. I'm sure we'll be fine. You'll have the last laugh, I promise." 

Brad could do nothing other than to stare. "Emily?" He called, and she lifted her gaze to meet his eyes. She had brown eyes that pierced straight to his soul, and they held such divine greatness that calmed him each time he met them. Her long black hair was tied into a ponytail. "I'm really sick and tired of all of this," he confessed. "It hurts... everywhere." 

Emily threw herself around him, wrapping him into a big hug. It seemed to have comforted him because soon he was not saying anything again. Then, she began to whisper in his ears, "Honey," she called and it wasn't until she heard a muffled reply before she continued. "I was thinking that maybe we should head over to my mother's and ask for her help! Don't you think?" 

Immediately Brad head his wife, he pulled away from her embrace. "Are you being for real? Let me remind you of my story." He said, and Emily rolled her eyes. 

"So dramatic," she scoffed. 

Brad didn't listen. For some reasons, Emily didn't really believe just how evil her family was, and she just always innocently assumed there was still some good left in them. 

"I was just a helpless little boy with an amnesia, adopted by your family, and I've lived with them for ten years now. And they have done nothing but to treat me all bad and horrible. Then, sometime after about five years, I fell in love with their only daughter, and three years later, we got married! Remember that they hate me, still, I got married to their daughter. Now, they hate me even more. The end." A low applaud followed after his little story. 

"He even manages an applaud. How nice." Scoffed Emily, rolling her eyes in disbelief. Her husband could sure be dramatic at times. "But maybe that's not the end of the story. It doesn't have to end that way. There can still be more chapters, Brad." 

It was always so easy for her to say, and very difficult for him to believe. But he said nothing again. 

"So please, do try to meet her. We can go together if you wish." She said, and her husband only nodded. Although she wasn't too contented with his reply, she still gave her best smile. 

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That evening, Brad decided to journey on one of his casual evening strolls. It always helped him cool his mind whenever he was feeling distressed. 

He hadn't even began five minutes into his walk when his phone began to ring. He brought up the phone to look at its caller, and saw that it had been the same number he always ignored for days now.

"Why won't you just leave me alone," he frowned, then did what he normally did every time he received a call from the particular number. 

He declined, and went on about his normal life.