"He's dead," Dylan repeated.Dwayne stood frozen on his feet, his eyes bulging out of their sockets. He couldn't wrap his head around what Dylan said so he asked, "What did you say again? How - how do you know that?"Dylan shrugged like it didn't matter to him. "The man did a wonderful job for me but it was sad that he was among those who killed my parents in cold blood. I'm sure you don't need me to complete the math for you."Dwayne shook his head, refusing to believe any word of it. "No. No, you're bluffing! You - there's nothing you can do! You are just a boy! You're nothing compared to Jackson. Everything you just said now is bullsh*t! It makes no f*king sense!!"Dylan stared at him for a while, his mouth curved in a small smirk. Then he became serious, his face hardened before saying, "But I'm not just a boy anymore. I'm not that boy you could easily throw out – out of his own home!!"Then he looked at Elena who knelt down, quivering in fear and sobbing softly. "You see, I don't
"Your father is not my son, you bastard!!"Dylan's heart sank, his gaze darted around the room, as if searching for some kind of confirmation or explanation, while his thoughts raced and swirled like a whirlwind. He blinked and lowered his gaze, a frown appearing on his face as it began to all make sense.Of course, or else why would they treat him badly? Why would they toss him aside like he was nothing? He helped this family reach their peak while he crumbled down from it and fell dead.That was something the elders like Anthony, Caroline, Bertha, and Killian knew. Everything Dwayne told them got into their head, especially at the fact that Robert was accused of fraud. They decided the family was better off away from their lives.Princess Mane let out a harsh breath and said, "This is honestly a cause for celebration, Dylan. At least, you know you're not biologically part of this mental family."Dylan looked at Princess Mane and realized she was right. They are not his family and w
Dylan was shocked and sat frozen in his car. His eyes were wide as he stared at Dwayne throwing more grenades into the company.His mouth hung open in shock, unable to process what he was seeing. The sounds of explosions echoed in the air as Dwayne threw more and more grenades, each one adding to the destruction, and an evil laugh was heard around the whole place.He watched as the building burned and he felt a sense of despair wash over him. It was his parents' blood sweat and tears. They poured everything they had into this company, sacrificing years to make it a success, but there it is, crumbling to the ground.Even some people driving past, saw it. It was a shocking sight.The crumbling building was also seen from afar since it was a tall building. The sounds echoed around the place"This is way evil that I thought your uncle would be, Dylan." Princess Mane said, also in surprise. "What if someone is inside?!"Dylan opened the door and was about to come out, but Princess Mane dra
[I sincerely apologize that I updated the same chapters yesterday. I had network issues and didn't know that it was already published so I did it again and it doubled.If I could delete it, I would have.So please, accept my apologies.]...The next day, Melrovia was clouded by the news of the Cliffords' unfortunate demise. Everyone was shocked, everyone had something to say about it. It was unbelievable.It turned out Robert Clifford wasn't a fraud. He was framed by his brother who happened to be the fraud in the family and now the reason why Gregory Clifford died of a stroke.And it gets better, Dwayne Clifford was the murderer of Robert Clifford and his wife. He is an evil man."But why did he have to burn down the company? Was it necessary?" Someone asked as they watched the TV in a restaurant."The man is evil, man! Burning down that company means Dwayne Clifford will always be a loser! The unfortunate guy still has nothing! That man made sure of it!""You're right. It doesn't
Dylan was at Red's Wings since Lord Owens asked to see him. He was in Lord Owen's office sitting on the chair opposite his.The question on everyone's mind is was it over?He's been getting endless calls from Sean but he's been ignoring it since he didn't want to talk to Sean. Who cares if he's going through a lot?The house he's living in is now his and soon he will render him homeless."So how have you been?" Lord Owens began the conversation. "Things have happened in the span of one or two days."Dylan nodded and said, "Indeed. I had everything to end everything. I didn't see any reason to keep prolonging things, especially knowing that I could end up dead before getting my revenge. And I have a daughter too. Things had to happen.'"Now, what next?" Lord Owens asked. "Or weren't you in disguise so you can avenge your parents' death?"Dylan sighed at the question. He has had a lot of things in mind and he realized he was done with in-laws yet. Should he even keep caring?But then he
Dylan arrived at Stephanie’s place and inside he saw Hermione drinking the tea Stephanie offered her. Hermione stood up from the couch as he entered and a look of relief was evident on her face.It was like a huge burden suddenly left her just by seeing Dylan alone. A smile appeared on her face, enough to weird Dylan out.Dylan walked up to her and asked, “What are you doing here?” Hermione let out a shaky breath since Dylan’s voice came out cold. Her gaze dropped on Maya and she waved at her. “Hi. Maya, right?”Maya nodded without giving her a reply.“Do you know who I am? I am your stepmother, remember?” Hermione asked with a smile on her face.Maya just nodded, slightly showing her dislike toward Hermione.Stephanie walked toward them, feeling the awkward tension emanating from the air. She said, “I'll take Maya so you guys can talk freely.”Dylan looked at her, he nodded and handed over Maya to her then she walked further away and into the kitchen.He sighed before looking back a
Dylan woke up early, feeling rested and ready to start the day. He quietly made his way to the kitchen, determined to make breakfast for Maya before dressing her for school. He took out a carton of eggs, a pack of bacon, and some sliced bread from the fridge and started cooking.He cracked the eggs into a bowl and whisked them together, adding a splash of milk and a pinch of salt. He then fried the bacon in a pan until it was crispy and golden brown. As the bacon sizzled, he toasted the bread in the toaster and spread a generous amount of butter on each slice.When everything was ready, he plated the food and set the table. He poured some orange juice into a glass and placed it beside Maya's plate.After a few minutes, he made his way to Maya's room and gently shook her shoulder. "Good morning, honey," he said softly. "It's time to wake up. I made you breakfast.”Maya stirred without opening her eyes. “I don't want to eat.”Dylan furrowed his brows and noticed she was restless. He ra
Dylan looked up as the door opened and Dr. Lydia stepped out. He stood up, his heart beating faster in anticipation."How is she?" he asked, his voice a little shaky.Dr. Lydia smiled at him reassuringly. "She's going to be fine," she said. "The fever has come down a little bit, and we've given her some medicine to bring it down further."Dylan breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God," he said. "Can I see her?"Dr. Lydia nodded. "Of course. Follow me."She led him down a long corridor and through a set of double doors, and into a small private room where Maya was lying on a hospital bed, her eyes closed. Dylan rushed to her side and took her small hand."She's still sleeping," Dr. Lydia said softly. "But she should be waking up soon. We'll keep her here for a few more hours just to make sure the fever doesn't come back."Dylan nodded, his eyes never leaving his daughter's face. "Yeah, thank you, Dr. Lydia," he said gratefully. "Scared the shit out of me."Dr. Lydia nodded in understandi