The flight was long, but Ryan hoped it would last longer. Not that he wanted to stay in Paris, but he figured things would get really different once he returned to the States. First, Violet would stay with him, as per their agreement, to take down the first confession video about Florent. To move out of the Crowne residence and live there with his wife alone was one of his deeply buried dreams. He never thought it'd become a reality – but here he was, phoning every real estate agent he could find on the internet for a suitable house. And now that they had landed and were about to exit the plane, he was a bit nervous about it. He wondered if he could ask Violet to sleep in the same room and on the same bed as him. Ryan shook his head to clear his thought. There's a big chance that he could pull it off, either by blackmailing Violet or using his recently acquired Special Ability – Hypnotize. However, he wasn't quite ready for that yet. Shit. He really was a coward, wasn't he? Bac
Ryan's breath hitched as he heard that word. "My son." Howard Ashford innocently said that as if he wasn't the lead role in every nightmare he had when he was a child. How dare he? Why was he here? How could he be here? [Target found.] [Please state your Objective.] TEETS's mechanical voice once again entered his mind. Ryan thought of the first thing that popped out to prevent himself from getting any more panic attacks. 'I want him dead.' [Objective submitted.] [Objective Four: Kill Howard Ashford.] "It really is you," Howard nodded in satisfaction. "I'm glad I find you now." "How did you know I'm here? No, that's not quite right. How did you know that I'm still alive?" Howard tapped his fingers against his thigh, "Why wouldn't I?" "Answer me." He sighed, surrendering at least for this once. "After you were trapped in that forest fire, I ordered my men to look for your corpse." "Why? Because you're afraid that I somehow survived and tell people what you did to me?"
Once upon a time, when Violet was not known as Violent Violet, or a promising rising star who was nominated for a grand award, she was just a little girl playing in her backyards. Divided by a high wire fence, a small woods laid ahead. And on the other side of the woods, a quiet boy peeked at her.She was the first to address him, suspecting that he was shy and was not a good boy, compared to her older brother. He was pretty miffed about it, so they bantered. That time, his name wasn’t Ryan Wilder – the scum, the ungrateful trash, the parasyte nobody wanted. That time, his name was Rayven Ashford – the bastard, the ungrateful son of a bitch, and the parasyte nobody wanted.Ryan was Howard’s son, that was for sure. His father was the only heir to a conglomerate, a tycoon himself. As the sole inheritor, having many multinational companies was his basic right. And as his son, Ryan was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. However, that was not the case.The silver spoon was covered i
Drops of water pitter-pattered against Ryan’s body. It felt good, like a thousand little massages, before they left wet patches and soaked him to the bone. His clothes clung to him like a second skin, and Ryan was glad that cold was the only thing he could feel. Howard Ashford had made a comeback into his life, barging and intruding. Now that he had a taste of freedom and to be his own person, his hated father returned to remind him of it all. A flash of red from the past crossed his mind, blinding him in an instant before another cold splash from the rain grounded him. It had almost been an hour since he stood under the cloudy, mourning sky. The rain itself, it almost felt like his current emotion now. Such coldness brings nothing but bad memories. Ryan didn’t want to remember his whole past, his whole bleak childhood. However, Violet’s presence through it all was the only bright thing in his past. And so, like a pathetic being, he wanted to remember it all – just for the sake of
Ryan couldn’t think straight. His mind kept reverting to his past, where he was nothing more than a punching bag for his own father. Days spent in the cold, dark room, hiding from the nightmare that could come to him even when the sky was bright and his eyes open. If he could get out before the beating session began, then he’d go to the woods behind their house. It had been seven days since his father returned to his life. It had been three days since the stack of papers sat in the corner of his room, where the Crowne’s house assistants used to stay. It had been three days since Howard’s assistant, Devon Kev, started calling him twice a day to ask if he had signed the documents Howard left behind. “I told you, I will never sign it!” Ryan said to his phone loudly before he ended the call. He didn’t know where Devon got his number, but it was to be expected. The Ashford wouldn’t be such a fearful family if they couldn’t even track someone’s number. However, unlike before, Devon didn
Ryan woke to a banging sound. He groggily opened his eyes, flinching as bright light attacked him at once.'Where am I?'TEETS didn't answer him, either because the System didn't have a GPS feature or because it had no obligation to tell him that.'What happened? I know I'm in a good health, so how could someone attacked me from behind when Danger Void is always active?'[Danger Void is an Ability to automatically dodge any physical attack on Host. However, it is only effective against one opponent only.]'Seriously? How could you never mention that Danger Void couldn't save me from two or more attackers at one?'[…]'Don't tell me you deliberately keep that information from me?' Ryan grumbled to himself. 'Is that why you're not as good as other System out there?'[…]Before he could berate the misleading System any further, he heard footsteps through the darkness in front."Oh, look who's just wake
It had been hours since Violet sat in her Porsche, staring at nothing but an abandoned warehouse about a mile from the port. No one else was in sight, but she knew at least three people were inside, somewhere, doing who knows what.The sky darkened, displaying orange and reddish colors from the sunset.Indeed, it was beautiful.If only she was somewhere else with Ashton or whoever she could sleep with later. Not that she didn't love him anymore, but Violet wanted to take a break from her relationship with the scandalous actor. In fact, she hadn't seen him since she left for London a few weeks ago.However, her current problem at hand was not about Ashton Bogart and his reckless behavior."Where are you, scum?" she murmured, annoyed and slightly regretting her decision to come here in the first place.For hours.She had been waiting here, in the middle of nowhere, for hours, just because she was curious about what Ryan would do.
Ryan had tested this kind of rush once, with Jared Crowne as his opponent.The empty road, left untraveled, had been their witness. It looked like a one-sided fight, with the arrogant CEO who kept attacking without landing a hit and Ryan, who always dodged without attacking even once. He turned the tide once and for all, after Jared lost all his energy and couldn’t move efficiently anymore.Using the same tactics when he fought Florent and succeeded, he utilized it again to fight Edric Ashford. It was kind of repetitive and boring, to be honest, but it was the only thing he could do at the moment. He swore, he had to get his shit together and learn how to fight like a man.But, that was for later thought.Now, with Edric trying to land hit after hit despite the impossibility, he had to figure things out for now.“How did you get the cuffs off?” the scarred half-brother asked after his ninth attack couldn’t reach him.“Curious now?” Ryan smirked. “Maybe I learned a thing or two from Ho