The Return Of The Heir

Chapter 1

A handsome man was standing in front of the hotel glass with a bare chest. Staring at the big city under his skyscraper, the man's aura was so dominating, he was Harry, a man who had a scar extending from his forehead to almost his cheek. The wound was on the left side of his face, anyone who saw that wound would know. That he's not a nice guy.

Laura got out of bed after spending a tiring hot night, she was only wrapped in a thin hotel blanket when she approached Harry's body who was standing straight in front of the glass wall. He wrapped his hand around Harry's stomach, his fingers then explored every inch of Harry's large body, which was twice as big as his body.

“Why is your body covered in wounds?” asked the girl while tracing the scars on Harry's body that adorned almost every inch of his body.

“You know what kind of work got me to the top of the pyramid-like now, should I waste my time telling you where the history of this wound came from!”

The woman smiled faintly, she then hugged Harry's body, which was still sticky with the smell of sweat. Harry turned around, they were now facing each other. Harry's fingers opened the thin blanket covering Laura's body.

“Still want to play again?” he asked.

Laura smiled again, her fingers now increasingly exploring Harry's broad chest and continuing to move up to Harry's face.

“Where did you get this wound?” asked Laura, gently touching the long scar on Harry's left face.

The touch brought a stinging feeling to Harry's body, the girl was like opening an old wound that had dried up. Harry's face grew even colder.

“Keep your hands off there!” Harry shook off Laura's finger.

Laura became scared to see Harry's face turn cynical. The hot temperature in the room turned cold instantly.

“Get lost!” shrieked Harry.

“You can touch all of my body except for that part!”

Harry has many kinds of wounds on his body, sword cuts, bullet holes, and even cuts from sharpened toothpaste handles. It's just that the wound on Harry's face is the most forbidden area to touch.

“I-I'm sorry!” Laura stammered, she even knelt on the cold floor in front of Harry's feet. Laura realized that she had offended a human with a demon in her soul.

“Do you want to know where I got this wound?”

“N-not again! Please forgive me,”

Laura begged. His face pressed to the floor his body trembling.

“I want to avoid seeing you again, leave before I change my mind to take your life!”

Laura quickly picked up her clothes that were scattered on the floor. Dressed haphazardly, she even ran out with her high heels on.

“Bitch!” muttered Harry while sipping the wine in his hand. He turned back to the hotel glass and stared at the bright city lights.

“I got this wound from Hell. No one is allowed to touch him!” muttered Harry. The wound on that face is the reason Harry survived after falling to the bottom of Hell, by seeing the scar Harry will always remember his goal of still breathing until now, namely for the day of revenge.

Harry dialed number one on speed dial on his cell phone.

“Get ready everyone! I'm going back to greenwood town!”

“Is it time, sir?”

“Yes!”

“Fine, I'll prepare everything!”

A storm is coming soon to hit the city of greendwood, five years ago, a man named Harry became an insult that embarrassed the whole city and this time Harry will avenge it, and break the legs that once kicked Harry into the city's darkest prison.

*seven Years Ago

In a villa far from the settlement, a beautiful woman and limply on the bed. For almost 20 minutes Harry felt his heart being torn at the sound of screaming and despair from Angeline, who was in a locked room right in front of him.

“Let him go! Just punish me!” Harry shouted desperately. He didn't know how many times he screamed until the voice in his throat became hoarse. This villa is far from the settlement and no one will ever be able to hear the screams.

After all, was done, the bedroom door in front of Harry opened. He saw Angeline already limp helplessly on the bed. Beside the body was a man wearing his top, Harry remembered well that the man's left back had a tattoo with a wolf's head.

Harry went crazy after seeing Angeline, who was limp and messy.

“I will kill you!” shrieked Harry until all the muscles in his neck bulged.

The man who did not want to show his face smirked cynically.

“Fine, reply to me once you get out of prison. I bet you won't even be able to get out of there once you're in it!”

The man put his mask back on, then walked over to Harry.

“You should know yourself not to fall in love with women if you can't be strong, they paid a lot to make you break up with your lover, even using your friend Me as a victim too. Remember, My suffering is your fault too!”

Harry was full of anger, he wanted to tear the masked man in front of him, but the two bodyguards still locked his arms. No matter how strong Harry's efforts were, they seemed in vain and only made him more painful.

Angeline got up from the bed in vain to wrap her naked body, which was badly damaged with a light blanket. He grabbed the drink bottle beside the table, and unexpected, he slammed it right on the head of the man who had just taken her chastity. The bottle broke, and the sharp shard hit Harry's face, making a long wound that covered Harry's face.

The man in front of Harry felt a pain in his head, blood was seeping from his head until it flooded the left side of his face.

“You!” shrieked the man as he looked back.

Angeline tried to grab the wooden block under his feet, he immediately swung the block but as fast as lightning the masked man's long legs kicked Angeline in the stomach and fell backward. His head hit the edge of the table hard. Angeline was unconscious on the floor, fresh blood pooling under his head shortly after he collapsed.

“Angeline, no!” shrieked Harry.

“Leave him, the police will be here soon!” the masked man ordered to his two men.

When Harry's body was released, he was hit in the stomach with stabbing pain.

“Angeline, get up. I'm sorry! This is all my fault.”

Harry continued to creep closer to Angeline, desperately when he managed to grab the soles of Angeline's feet. He felt a cold sensation on those feet, Harry let out a roar after that.

Police car sirens were heard getting closer to this old warehouse. They immediately caught Harry and handcuffed him.

“You have been arrested on charges of rape with assault.”

“I'm not the culprit!” shrieked Harry.

“Please call an ambulance, save Angeline. Please!"

Some police began to approach Angeline's body, while Harry was kept in the midfield by getting into the police car. At the police station, Harry was put in jail without having timed to defend himself.

'So this is all a trap.' Harry thought with a cold face. He was so stupid when he realized that the police came not long after the gang left. He was taken away as a rapist without having the chance to defend himself or even investigate.