All of a sudden, Lydia’s body became cold, her face pale and her lips blue. From where he was sitting beside her, Rhys could feel the cold emanating from her body, “Mum?” He shook her quite a few times but there was no response from her… the only possibility was that she was-Lydia started coughing, before she opened her eyes, Rhys had brought her back to the normal world. Her body temperature returned back to normal, her body had very obvious changes like her hair were longer and sifter, she looked like she was in her late twenties. “Now I know where I got my looks from.” He instantly understood that the poison in her must have triggered the sudden changes in her appearance too.“Son??” Lydia’s eyelids fluttered open, her eyes were vibrant and fill of life. She slowly sat up on the bed. “Mum, I cured the poison in you.” Rhys gave her a meaningful look.“What are you-” Her eyes fell on a wardrobe but the most important thing was there was a mirror right in front. “Is that me?” Lydia
Rhys didn’t have any good feeling about this Chris, and from the way Lydia had addressed him, he realized that it was his uncle. Christopher coughed lightly to bury the nervousness in his heart. “Of course I’m happy. Sister in law’s recovery is a blessing to the family But I’m curious about who you are? What does an outsider want from the Fernandez family, money? Power?” He sneered at Rhys. “Shut up Christopher Fernandez!” Grandpa Harrison lost his temper at his oldest son. “ How dare you speak to our benefactor in that manner?”“Benefactor?” He was perplexed.“Of course, this person here is the one who healed Lydia,” Alessandro hugged his wife warmly. “He is our benefactor and no matter what he requests, I’ll do my best to fulfill them.”Rhys almost laughed, he was trying to see what his father and grandfather were playing at.Christopher was still not convinced, he knew how dire Lydia’s situation was but seeing her hale and healthy was a huge blow. “Then how did you do it? How can
As soon as he walked in, Malia’s eyes was on him as if she was expecting him. Rhys was taken aback, it was too late to turn around and leave so he could only walk in with a sigh. ‘I didn’t expect to meet them so soon. I wonder what they want this time?’ His wife Malia stood from her chair, and walked over to him, a sexy little strut in her steps that had Rhys rolling his eyes. She approached him slowly, she had a smile on her face, a pout on her red painted lips and a dress that hugged her figure. Malia leaned forward as she was standing before Rhys, her floral perfume washed over him and he recoiled back. She pouted softly. Rhys rolled his eyes at her special appearance and was glad to note that he didn't feel a shred of attraction to the beautiful body that held the devious mind. “Rhys, I’m so sorry for what happened yesterday, Grandmother has warned about being rude to you, I promise that it would never happen again.” Her eyes were down casted as if she was genuinely apologizing
Rhys was oblivious of the thoughts and plots going on in Malia’s head and even if he was aware, he won’t be bothered, knowing that there was hardly anything she could do that would affect him. As he returned to his room, he laid back on the bed, then quickly entered the interdimensional space to see Rio harvesting some herbs. As the little spirit notices his presence, he ran towards Rhys, bursting into tears. “Master! Did you forget all about me?”Rhys tried not to burst into laughter, upon hearing his childish tone. “No I did not, why would you say that?” “Master where is the chicken?” Rio asked with an aggrieved expression on his face.“Uh?” Rhys contemplated on what to say to placate him. “I didn’t forget about it.”“Then where is it?” Rio looked around suspiciously.“I left it in the outside world.” Rhys had no other choice but to lie with a straight face.Rio gave him a disbelieving look before bursting into tears. “Master doesn’t like me anymore, you want to replace me.”Rhys
Rhys had the best sleep of his life that night, as soon as he woke up, he started packing his measly person items into a duffle bag, he took a document from one of the cupboards. With a smile, he signed his name on the document. “There is going to be a big show today, there’s no reason for me to return here.” He had no sentimental feeling for the Meyers family.“Master.” He heard an aggrieved tone in his mind. He almost laughed, he had forgotten about Rio again. Rhys let’s out a sigh, he then imagined bringing Rio out of the space. A young boy suddenly lands on the bed with tearstained face. He was about to let out a cry when he noticed the difference in his surrounding. “I’m out!” Rio tried to get to the door by teleporting but soon realized that he couldn’t do it.As Rio fell on the ground, Rhys burst into laughter, noticing his intentions. “You are now like a mortal child out here, let’s get out of here and get you the chicken you keep insisting on.”“Yes master. If anyone asks y
As the manager led Rhys away, he casts a sympathetic glance at Zain who was leaving… in other words, he was trying to escape. Manager Clark knew that Rhys was someone that Zain couldn’t afford to offend even though he had his family backing him. He could only pray that Zain’s actions were not enough to incur Rhys wrath.The manager directly took Rhys to the penthouse, Rio suddenly let go of Rhys, running back and forth, letting out sounds of exclamation. Rhys smiled at the sight. “Young Master, I would like to know what other orders you might have for me.”Rhys thought for a while. “I need a laptop, also chicken wings with something else for the kid. Asides from that, I wouldn’t like to be disturbed for the next few hours. I have an event to attend at seven, send a tuxedo for myself and the kid, add the matching accessories needed. Most importantly, add an appropriate present for someone who is about to become my ex wife” He smirked at the manager. “Yes sir!” The man silently noted
Hours passed by. He glanced at his watch as his hands kept typing on the keyboard, he was running late and would not make it in time for his soon to be ex wife’s birthday party, the thought of that brought a frown to his face. “Almost done” Rhys said to no one in particular as his fingers moved faster than earlier. Sweat appeared on his brows.After a few minutes, he was done. He glanced at the information he had intercepted and decoded, a wry smile appeared on his face, and the pressure in the room dropped. “Thought you were pretty foxy huh. It’s game over for you Rafael.” After a moment of silence, he checked up on Rio who was still asleep in the space after eating two boxes of chicken wings. Rhys was astonished by his appetite. He turned off the laptop and stood up, glancing at the time once again. It was just a few minutes after seven. Malia’s birthday party had already begun but Rhys didn’t plan on showing up early. He had a good show planned in mind. He whispered to himself.
Rhys was confused by the show both the mother and daughter were putting up, he became amused by it. Ever since he and Malia got married, they had never spoken kind words to him, neither have they accepted him in public. He began to wonder what they were up to.Amidst the crowd, a young boy suddenly appeared, he shuddered as soon as his eyes fell on Rhys straight back which had regal bearing. It was Zain. The manager had informed him about where Rhys would be and he chose to show up in person. He contemplated on approaching him to apologize but decided against it when he noticed the strange tension in the air, not wanting to be dragged in the whirlpool of public drama. “What is the point of this drama?” Rhys asked coldly. “I don’t think we are very familiar with one another.”“How can you say that Rhys,” Malia looked at the ground ‘shyly’, tugging on the side of her gown. “You didn’t forget that it’s my birthday right.”“Of course not, your mother made a lot of effort to inform me,” H
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