And so she watched, helpless and frustrated, as Rhys fought with his life.Rhys was a force to be reckoned with, his fists flying as he took on Nikolai, Christopher, and Atlas. The three men were no match for his skill and determination, and soon they were all on the ground, defeated. Rhys didn’t even notice Elena, who was tied up and helpless, tears streaming down her face. She couldn’t believe her ears as she heard Rhys’ voice, strong and confident, as he fought for his life.“Rhys?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.But Rhys didn’t hear her. He was too busy taking down his enemies, his focus solely on the task at hand.Elena’s heart ached as she watched Rhys, her love for him overflowing. She had thought she would never see him again, and yet here he was. She struggled against her bonds, trying to break free, but they were too tight. She was trapped, unable to move or escape.And so she watched, helpless and frustrated, as Rhys fought for his life. She knew that he was stron
All he felt at that moment was the impact of the car hitting him, throwing him off balance and him being slammed on the wet walkway. Just a few meters away, a man stepped out of a car with an umbrella, he looked around carefully, probably worried that someone had seen his act. Upon seeing no bystanders or eyewitness, he approached the man who was laying of the walkway in a pool of his own blood which was being washed away by the rain. He lets out a maniac laugh seeing the man’s dire state. “You should only blame yourself for trying to keep what does not belong to you. You are nothing but a toad trying to eat swan meat.”Rhys groggily opened his eyes, he found the act of opening his eyelids very hard, coupled with the pain that was shooting from every corner of his body, the raindrops felt like whiplashes on his numerous wounds, he could only hiss in pain. When he could finally open his eyes, everything before him was blurry, a few steps close to him was a pair of glasses, shattered b
It was the seventieth birthday party of Cecilia Meyers, the matriarch of the Meyers family. It was a big party and a lot of people who were invited to the party took this chance to show off their wealth, in order to impress her. The party was full of life, drinks and laughter, snacks and gossips, Clarissa and Brian Meyers had huge smiles on their faces as they chatted lightly with people, being the main hosts of the party, they had to oversee each happenings and activities. They looked like the perfect society couple, being that there were a aristocrats attending the party, they used this opportunity to show off Malia, their daughter who was a beauty.Well…Malia being Malia felt so full of herself, she looked around the room and upon not seeing the person that she least wanted to see, she had a huge smile on her face, which caused most of the men present to be entranced by her beauty.She was indeed a beauty, the red gown she was putting on had a long train at the back, it hugged he
Rhys felt hurt and embarrassed as he leaves the hall but he doesn’t let it show. Seeing his wife in the arms of another man was a big slap to his face. His and Malia’s married was just an arranged one, something that was arranged by Malia’s grandfather before he passed away so there was no love in it but still he gave her the respect she deserved as his wife even though she simply didn’t care.She didn’t want them living in the same room, he respected that and moved to a different room, in the end, he was nothing but a live in son in law who had to rely on his wife’s family for everything. In the end, he still had to work like a slave of the family to earn his keep. There was no difference between him and a hired help. This was a bruise to his ego that was why he still took up petty jobs to make some cash but it was nothing to the one that Malia earned. She had brought up divorce too many times but he never agreed, in fact there were divorce papers in his room with Malia’s signature
As more memories poured into his mind, the golden book shrank and became smaller and smaller. The pain in Rhys head did not reduce as more information appeared in his mind, he kept bleeding from his seven orifices, fell to his knees but his hand wasn’t released from the book, it was stuck like a glue.At some point, Rhys could no longer take the pain anymore and directly passed out. This didn’t stop the process but instead sped it up. It felt like days but in reality, minutes has just passed. The book shrank until it completely disappeared, Rhys was motionless in the ground, only the rise and fall of his chest was an indication that he was still alive.When he eventually opened his eyes, Rhys was no longer in a foggy area, instead he was in a garden; it didn’t seem like a typical garden, at a glance, he could tell that it was an herb garden. “Nine petal orchid, seven colored lotus, ginseng plant- huh?” He was surprised when he realized that he could list some of the herbs in the gard
Rhys gritted his teeth as his body landed in the lake, for some unknown reason the water was hot, completely different from what he presumed. He bit on his lip as he felt so much pain all over his body, it felt as if a thousands ants were gnawing on his bones. He clenched his fist, his eyes became bloodshot as he stared at the sleeping Rio fiercely. Rio who was asleep felt shivers under Rhys stare but doesn’t wake up.‘He never told me that this would be painful.’ Rhys clenched his fist, fighting the urge to cry out in pain. Compared to the pain from when he received so much information from the book, this was a different level of pain.Black fluid seeped out of his skin into the water but it completely disappeared, Rhys doesn’t notice this as he was busy trying to remain conscious. The pain soon stopped, Rhys wobbles out of the lake. “I don’t think I can take one more round of this.” He stared hatefully at the lake, recalling Rio’s word, he tried to imagine himself in his bathroom.T
As Rhys turned around, instead of a woman who he assumed was stalking him, he found himself face to face with a middle aged man. The man’s jaw dropped, his eyes were twitching, his mouth letting out incoherent words. “You- you- who are you?” The man inquired.Rhys raised an eyebrow, he looked around but the man wasn’t talking to anyone else but him, he pointed at himself. “Are you referring to me?”The man nodded with a huge grin on his face, his eyes were glossy with tears. “Yes, who are you? What is your name? Where is your family?”Rhys took a good look at the stranger, the man was well dressed in an expensive Armani suit, his hair well gelled and styled, his wristwatch screamed a eight figure sum. At first glance, you could tell that the man was rich, but on a normal day, this sort of personal would not even give Rhys a second glance not to talk of speaking to him. “My name is Rhys Meyers, do you know me?”No matter how many times he searched his memory, Rhys knew he had never me
Alessandro and Rhys were surrounded by bodyguards as they stepped out of the car, at first glance, Rhys could tell that it was a top class hospital, and they got bodyguards to accompany them thanks to Alessandro’s identity, no one was willing to bear the risks but Alessandro himself who simply drove an expensive car without guards or a driver.A group of doctor stepped out of the main entrance and lined on both sides to welcome the pair. “Mr Alessandro, what brings you here?” All of the doctors on the sides looked fidgety, knowing that a big shot had showed up but one doctor simply strolled out to meet Alessandro with a calm expression, he was even wearing a smile on his face.“Do I have to repeat myself Damian, the same procedures obviously.” Alessandro pulled Rhys forward, as he walked up to him.“Again?” The doctor mentally facepalmed. This wasn’t the first time his friend was showing up at his hospital; every time he appeared in the hospital, it was all for the same reason.“Yes.
And so she watched, helpless and frustrated, as Rhys fought with his life.Rhys was a force to be reckoned with, his fists flying as he took on Nikolai, Christopher, and Atlas. The three men were no match for his skill and determination, and soon they were all on the ground, defeated. Rhys didn’t even notice Elena, who was tied up and helpless, tears streaming down her face. She couldn’t believe her ears as she heard Rhys’ voice, strong and confident, as he fought for his life.“Rhys?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.But Rhys didn’t hear her. He was too busy taking down his enemies, his focus solely on the task at hand.Elena’s heart ached as she watched Rhys, her love for him overflowing. She had thought she would never see him again, and yet here he was. She struggled against her bonds, trying to break free, but they were too tight. She was trapped, unable to move or escape.And so she watched, helpless and frustrated, as Rhys fought for his life. She knew that he was stron
The helplessness was suffocating, crushing her beneath its weight. Nikolai gloated, his eyes gleaming with triumph. “You see, I’ve always wanted to gain control of the Fernandez family. And now, with you in my grasp, I can finally do it.”Christopher stepped forward, his eyes cold and calculating. “Yes, Lydia, you’re a valuable pawn in our game. And soon, you’ll be nothing more than a memory.”Lydia’s eyes widened in shock as she realized that Christopher was a traitor, a betrayer of the worst kind. The revelation was like a punch to the gut, leaving her breathless and reeling. “You’re a monster,” she spat, her voice muffled by the gag.Christopher just laughed, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Oh, Lydia, you have no idea what I’m capable of. I’ve been playing a long game, and you’re just a small part of it.”Nikolai chuckled, his eyes gleaming with approval. “Yes, Christopher has been very helpful in our plans. He’s been instrumental in capturing Rhys as a child, and also in poison
The room seemed to darken, as if the shadows themselves were closing in around them, suffocating them with an unseen force. The air was thick with anticipation, heavy with the weight of unspoken words. “When did this happen?” Jonathan asked, his voice firm, but laced with a hint of desperation.Rhys’ eyes narrowed, his mind racing with possibilities. He could feel the tension building, like a storm about to break. “What’s going on?” Rhys mouthed to Jonathan, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his own heart.Jonathan held up a hand, signaling Rhys to wait, his eyes fixed on some unseen point, as if trying to will the answer into existence. The silence was oppressive, a physical force that pressed down upon them, making it hard to breathe. Rhys felt like he was drowning in a sea of uncertainty.“I’ll mobilize my men, Uncle. We’ll find them,” Jonathan said, his voice reassuring, but laced with a hint of doubt.Rhys’ eyes widened, his heart racing with fear. He knew that someth
Rhys’ eyes widened in surprise, and he leaned forward, eager to hear more. “What? That’s not possible. I’m the rightful heir.”“I know,” Jonathan said, nodding. “But Harrison seemed convinced that Atlas was the better choice. And Christopher, your uncle, has been backing him up.”Rhys’ face darkened with anger, and he clenched his fists. “I’ll deal with them,” he growled.Jonathan placed a hand on Rhys’ shoulder. “I know you will, Rhys. But you need to be careful. They’re not going to give up easily.”Rhys nodded, his expression serious. “I know. But I’m not going to let them get away with this. I’m going to fight for what’s rightfully mine.”Jonathan smiled, feeling a sense of pride and admiration for his friend. “I know you will, Rhys. And I’ll be right there beside you.”As they sat there, Jonathan couldn’t help but think about how much Rhys had been through. He had lost his family, his home, and his identity. But he was still standing, still fighting. “Rhys, I’m sorry,” Jonathan s
Rhys chuckled and shook his head. “I’m not a ghost, Jonathan. I’m alive.”But Jonathan refused to believe it. He took a step back, his eyes fixed on Rhys as if he was seeing a specter. “No, no, no,” Jonathan muttered to himself. “This can’t be real. You’re dead. I saw your dead body. Who the hell is trying to mess with me.” Jonathan hurriedly took out a gun from his jacket and pointed it at Rhys. “Who the fuck are you and why do you look like him?” His voice was cold and unfeeling Rhys stood up and took a step forward, his hands outstretched. “Jonathan, listen to me. I’m alive. I know it’s hard to believe, but I’m here. I’m flesh and blood.”Jonathan’s eyes welled up with tears as he looked at Rhys. He wanted to believe him, but his mind was struggling to accept the truth.Rhys took another step forward, his voice gentle and reassuring. “Jonathan, I know this is a lot to take in. But I’m here. I’m alive. And I’m not going anywhere.”A vast array of emotions swirled within Jonathan a
Rhys and Zephyr drifted off to sleep on the boat, the gentle rocking motion and the sound of the waves lulling them into a deep slumber. But as they slept, a warm light enveloped them, and they vanished from the ship. Rhys opened his eyes to find himself in a strange room. He was lying on a comfortable couch, and Zephyr was still asleep beside him. But as he looked around, he realized that they were no longer on the boat. They were in a study room, filled with books and strange artifacts.Rhys sat up, his mind racing with confusion. Where were they? How did they get there? He looked around the room, trying to find some answers. But there was no one there apart from him and Zephyr.“Rio, what’s going on?” Rhys asked, his voice shaking slightly.“I’m the one who teleported you here,” Rio replied, his voice calm and reassuring. “You’re safe, Rhys. You’re in a safe place.”Rhys’ eyes widened in shock. “But how did we get here? And where is here?”“You needed to get back to your family,” R
Zephyr’s face lit up with joy, her eyes shining like stars. “Thank you, Rhys! I won’t let you down, I promise!”Rhys smiled, feeling a sense of trepidation mixed with excitement. What had he just gotten himself into? Only time would tell. As they prepared to leave the island, Rhys couldn’t help but wonder what lay ahead. He pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on the task at hand.Rhys asked Rio, his mind still connected to his friend’s. “How are we going to leave the island?” he asked, his thoughts transmitted directly to Rio.“Break the barrier,” Rio replied, his voice clear and confident in Rhys’ mind. “It’s the only way off the island.”Rhys looked around, trying to locate the barrier. He saw a shimmering wall of light a few meters away, pulsing with a gentle blue energy. The barrier seemed to hum with power, its surface rippling like water.“That’s it?” Rhys asked, his doubts creeping in. “It looks so fragile.”“It’s not as easy as it looks,” Rio warned. “The barrier is powerful,
As they meditated, Zephyr could feel her connection to the island beginning to weaken since the disappearance of the Starheart. She knew that she would have to find a way leave soon, to return to the human world and create an identity for herself. But for now, she was content to sit beside Rhys, to focus on her own energy, and to help him heal. Zephyr’s thoughts turned to her own journey, to the island that she had been on for as long as she could remember. She really could not fault her parents for abandoning her but she really wished that they had found a better place for her. As she meditated, Zephyr could feel her energy growing stronger, more vibrant. She knew that she would be able to leave the island soon, to return to a new world. Zephyr’s eyes opened, and she looked at Rhys. He was still meditating, his eyes closed, his face peaceful. She smiled, feeling a sense of connection to him, of friendship even though throughout the time that they spent together, he was unconscious.
Rhys had his mind set on breaking the barrier and leaving the island behind. He thought of his family , how worried they were after the had found out about his disappearance. He lets out a huge sigh and rubbed his forehead. “How long was I unconscious?” He inquired from Zephyr “A year and two days.” Zephyr sat down next to him as she responded.What? The response came as a shock to him, he found it hard to believe that he had been unconscious and away from his family for more than a year. This fueled his resolve to break the barrier and return home. Zephyr’s voice broke the silence, her words soft and gentle. “Don’t worry, human. I’ll help you. We’ll figure out a way to break the barrier together.”Rhys’ gaze snapped back to Zephyr, his eyes searching hers. He saw a determination there, a sense of purpose that mirrored his own. “Thank you,” Rhys said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.Zephyr smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “We’ll do it, Rhys. I promise.”“Rhys.”“Wh