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The Richest Heir CHAPTER 12
Within the desolate walls of an abandoned factory, three girls found themselves bound to stools, surrounded by menacing thugs. "Who are you, and what do you want?" Tracy mustered the courage to ask, recognizing one of the men as the drunk they had beaten the night before. In his sober state, he looked considerably more dangerous. The scar-faced man seated next to him exuded an even more lethal aura, both eyeing the terrified girls with lust."Who are we?" the scarred man hissed, a sinister grin playing on his lips. "We're those who shouldn't be messed with. Men piss in their pants when they hear our names – Marcus and Mario. I'm the mobster boss in this area!"His hand slammed down on the table with a thunderous impact, sending ripples through the beer glasses resting on its surface. The sudden force jolted the girls, causing them to startle in their seats."You three had the audacity to beat up my little brother when he was drunk and unable to defend himself!"Fear gripped them as
The Richest Heir CHAPTER 13
Time stretched like an eternity as Marcus's impatience grew. He angrily shoved a chair, making everyone in the room flinch."Where the hell is this guy? It's been over an hour!" Marcus bellowed, his frustration boiling over.Mario, with a smirk, approached Jessica, his words laced with a sinister tone. "He's not coming Bro, so forget it and let's have some fun." He walked up behind her, the unsettling scent of arrogance lingering as he audaciously sniffed her hair. "Hm, you smell so good," he murmured, his words hanging in the air with an unsettling air of predatory intent. "I think we've already wasted enough time, right, guys?"The cheers from the men echoed through the dimly lit room, intensifying the sense of impending dread."No stop! He'll come, just please give him more time," Jessica pleaded, her voice trembling with anxiety.Marcus turned to his brother, Mario, who simply shook his head."What do think Little Bro, should we give them more time?""No way! I don't think this g
The Richest Heir CHAPTER 14
"Amanda, come back! Amanda!" Jessica's desperate calls fell on deaf ears as Amanda got into a taxi and left.Jessica cursed under her breath, then turned to Caleb, who seemed utterly bored by the unfolding drama."Look, delivery boy..." Jessica attempted to command the situation."Oh, I intend to look.... all night," Caleb replied, allowing his eyes to leisurely trace her body from head to toe. "Now, follow me."The thought of anything remotely intimate with Caleb made her stomach churn, but she clenched her fists and did as she was told.Ten minutes later, Caleb and Jessica entered a room in the dimly lit motel.She hesitated, glancing around the cheap surroundings. "Seriously, this hotel is so cheap. Then again, what would you know about anything classy?" She clung to her arrogance, despite the fact that he had just saved her.Caleb took off his jacket and glared at her. "You better watch your words, Jessica, or I might just send you back to those gangsters and let them deal with yo
The Richest Heir CHAPTER 15
Caleb's gaze turned icy as Mario shouted, "Are you deaf? I said lick my shoes, delivery boy!"Ignoring him, Caleb eyes swept across the dimly lit room, meeting the defiant stares of each of Mario's men. Finally, his gaze settled back on Mario, a subtle smirk playing on Caleb's lips, radiating a quiet confidence that sent a shiver through the tense atmosphere of the bar."Actually, it's you who is going to lick my shoes," Caleb replied, his voice carrying a no-nonsense tone.His words echoed through the room, creating ripples of disbelief among the gangsters. Laughter erupted, but only Mario perceived it as a direct humiliation. He glared at his men, and they instantly fell silent."What did you just say?" Mario pushed the woman off his lap, standing up with a menacing look."You heard me. You will be the one licking my shoes," Caleb stated, his tone threatening.Mario, dissatisfaction written all over his face, took a deliberate step closer"Do you know who I am delivery boy.""Oh,
The Richest Heir CHAPTER 16
Caleb gazed out the car window, the passing scenery a blur, as Frank navigated the road to college."Those Bennett brothers are the worst kind. Marcus thinks he's some big shot because he's got a bit of influence in the underworld, and Mario, well, he's just a loudmouth with a penchant for causing trouble," Frank explained with a scoff. "They thrive on preying on the vulnerable, using fear to maintain their shaky dominance."His tone suggested a personal distaste for their actions and attitudes."But what irks me the most is their lack of honor. No code, no principles—just a couple of opportunistic thugs trying to act tough," he added, shaking his head in disapproval. "I've seen their kind before, and they don't deserve an ounce of respect."Frank's words painted a vivid picture of his contempt for the Bennett brothers and their lack of integrity in the criminal underworld.As the car sped through the city, Frank couldn't help but express his thoughts about Caleb."You know, Caleb,
The Richest Heir CHAPTER 17
The room's temperature surged, an unexpected warmth enveloping Caleb as he stood, utterly captivated by the enchanting image of his professor.Her lips painted a deep shade of red added a touch of allure, making her appear even more captivating as she meticulously wiped away the remnants of coffee from her body. Oblivious to the profound effect of her half-naked presence, she continued the ritual, unaware of the spell she unwittingly cast on Caleb.A full-length mirror on the wall beside the kitchen island reflected her as she engaged in a quiet celebration of self-appreciation. She delicately traced the contours of her body with a tissue, each movement accentuating her alluring curves. Catching her reflection, she turned to the side, admiring her silhouette, a smile of satisfaction playing on her lips.In a moment of genuine delight, her gaze lingered on her own reflection, particularly appreciating the results of her dedication at the gym. "Looking fabulous, Professor Hanks!" sh
The Richest Heir CHAPTER 18
Caleb, after drying both his body and hair, skillfully wrapped the towel around his waist. With the washroom door unlocked, he strolled confidently to his closet.Amid the array of freshly acquired clothes, he zeroed in on a pair of dark blue denim jeans and a polo t-shirt, his choice for the party.As he tried on the outfit, he couldn't deny he looked pretty good in the mirror.He sighed while assessing his reflection. The idea of attending a party with those rich, entitled folks who had always made him feel inferior bothered him. It was like diving into a gathering with the very people who had a knack for making him uncomfortable, leaving his stomach in knots as he imagined the event.Susan, wasn't like the other rich entitled pricks. She was a constant source of sweetness, who had gone out of her way to invite him personally, he couldn't bear to let her down, especially on her birthday. ""I'll just pop in and out," he mused.With that thought, he got ready for what promised to be
The Richest Heir CHAPTER 19
Professor Hanks advanced with deliberate steps, closing the gap until she stood nearly chest to chest with Caleb.Caleb responded with a mischievous grin, his right hand gripping her shirt tightly, poised to unleash a passionate encounter that would make her scream his name."Caleb, we really shouldn't," her voice quivered, a contradiction to her actions as she leaned into him.Her eyes revealed a mix of bewilderment, desire, and an unspoken need."Why not?" Caleb swiftly pulled her t-shirt over her head, guiding her back onto the mattress, where the cool sheet embraced her. Dark hair cascaded like a waterfall against the white pillow, and parted lips hinted at anticipation for what was to come."I'm going to take you to heaven," Caleb whispered huskily, skillfully undressing her as he explored her exposed skin."Heaven, huh?" Amusement clouded her features."Yes," he whispered in her ear, trailing his fingertips down her skin, unhooking her bra, then moving his hands to her skirt."B