Dylan opened the door widely for Amelia, "You can come in." Amelia was shy, she smiled and stepped into the beautiful and massive living room, everywhere was sparkling with beautiful light. The furniture was well set. "Wow, it's beautiful," Amelia exclaimed. "Mm, yeah, let me go and call father," Dylan stated as he rushed upstairs. Amelia looked around, he was already planning on settling down with Dylan. **** Dylan entered his dad's room, to find him having sex with someone unknown. "uhm, my bad... sorry dad." His dad flashed him with. an angry eyes as he covered up himself. the lady shamelessly sat, still naked. , "What the hell do you think you are doing! why can't you knock". his father growled. "Uhm, this is urgent," Dylan stated. "Not urgent than what I'm doing, it is going to wait," Mr. Hamos stated. "No, dad, my fiancée is waiting for you outside," he announced. Mr. hamos immediately rushed up,"what!, is that truth," he inquired as he wore his clothes
Dylan opened the door widely for Amelia, "You can come in."Amelia was shy, she smiled and stepped into the beautiful and massive living room, everywhere was sparkling with beautiful light. The furniture was well set. "Wow, it's beautiful," Amelia exclaimed."Mm, yeah, let me go and call father," Dylan stated as he rushed upstairs.Amelia looked around, he was already planning on settling down with Dylan.****Dylan entered his dad's room, to find him having sex with someone unknown."uhm, my bad... sorry dad."His dad flashed him with. an angry eyes as he covered up himself. the lady shamelessly sat, still naked., "What the hell do you think you are doing! why can't you knock". his father growled."Uhm, this is urgent," Dylan stated."Not urgent than what I'm doing, it is going to wait," Mr. Hamos stated."No, dad, my fiancée is waiting for you outside," he announced.Mr. hamos immediately rushed up,"what!, is that truth," he inquired as he wore his clothes in a minuteand kissed th
Dylan opened the door widely for Amelia, "You can come in." Amelia was shy, she smiled and stepped into the beautiful and massive living room, everywhere was sparkling with beautiful light. The furniture was well set. "Wow, it's beautiful," Amelia exclaimed. "Mm, yeah, let me go and call father," Dylan stated as he rushed upstairs. Amelia looked around, he was already planning on settling down with Dylan. **** Dylan entered his dad's room, to find him having sex with someone unknown. "uhm, my bad... sorry dad." His dad flashed him with. an angry eyes as he covered up himself. the lady shamelessly sat, still naked. , "What the hell do you think you are doing! why can't you knock". his father growled. "Uhm, this is urgent," Dylan stated. "Not urgent than what I'm doing, it is going to wait," Mr. Hamos stated. "No, dad, my fiancée is waiting for you outside," he announced. Mr. hamos immediately rushed up,"what!, is that truth," he inquired as he wore his clothes in a minute
Tom POV. The best way to seek revenge doesn't involve violence or physical fights. Instead, the real power lies in causing emotional distress to your adversaries, catching them off guard with unexpected actions that leave them shaken. Show them that you are capable of achieving great things, making them feel small and regretful. Make them beg for forgiveness and apologize continuously. But most importantly, don't give them the comfort of forgiveness. This is my mission, my unwavering purpose. My revenge. ***** A flashback from five years ago. Kneeling down has become a familiar position for me. Within this family, I find myself trapped, unable to survive independently. I lack any place to turn to, devoid of any other family to seek solace from. "Please, allow me to stay. I promise I will repay your money," I pleaded desperately. "You have brought disgrace upon us, and it's impossible for you to repay such a sum, given your impoverished state," my father-in-law sneered.
Tom's POVAs the night draped itself in a cloak of darkness, I remained on my knees, enduring the searing pain and the crimson stains of blood.Cradled in my arms, my son, Liam slept soundly, oblivious to the turmoil unfolding around him. My determination held strong—I refused to rise until they reconsidered their decision."You're still here, but this changes nothing. The verdict has been passed," Ariana uttered with a mix of frustration and resignation."How could you do this? I placed my trust in you, and yet you... you abandoned our son," I mustered the last remnants of energy within me to speak."You are despicable. You are poor. My love for you remains, unchangeable. But I cannot bear being dragged down into the mud," she responded, tears streaming down her face."Can't you plead with your father on my behalf? I'm certain he will listen to you," I implored, desperately grasping at any sliver of hope."Listen, you just don't understand. My father has already forced me to choose s
Tom's POV Now faced with the daunting question of where to go, my mind swirled with uncertainty. I had no place to call my own, only that old shabby grandma's hut, even a pig can't survive there. This predicament should have been mine alone to endure, but now it involved both me and my son, Liam. Determined to find a temporary refuge, we continued walking towards the bus terminal, our only hope of escaping the encroaching darkness that would soon cloak the city. "Dad," Liam called out, his young voice filled with a mixture of fear and hope. "Everything will be okay," I reassured him, trying to offer comfort in the midst of our dire circumstances. Although he was only four years old, Liam possessed a keen understanding of the gravity of our situation. Yet, deep down, I knew that "okay" was a distant concept—a luxury we could no longer afford. Liam groaned in pain, clutching his stomach tightly. "Dad... my stomach hurts," he whimpered, his distress growing more evident with ea
Tom's POV Let me express the sentiment that being a billionaire entails a remarkable level of control and influence, where one possesses the ability to command anything they desire and have it at their disposal, essentially reigning supreme. This extraordinary feeling currently permeates my being. With an air of elegance, I descend majestically from my luxurious car, its door promptly opened for me. The staff members, already lined up, eagerly await my arrival. Flanking me are two bodyguards, standing steadfastly by my side, as well as my ever-loyal secretary, Riley, who is the very reason I find myself in this place. As I pass through the line of staff members, making my way into the office, I inquire about the state of affairs from Riley. "How are things?" I ask with a sense of authority. She responds with a smile, assuring me that everything is going according to plan. Then she adds, "Sky lord wants to see you." Having just returned, I hope that no problems have arisen in my
They stood there, numbed by the sudden appearance of a person who had seemingly caught them off guard. At first glance, he didn't seem entirely human – a man in his sixties, frail and thin. His plea for help trembled in the air with his shaky voice. Glancing at each other, they noticed something odd about his eyes; he was blind. Surveying his surroundings, he continued, "Please, anyone there?" Without hesitation, Jeremy grabbed the shovel and swung it forcefully, knocking the man to the ground, causing him to lose consciousness and bleed from his head. Before he could strike again, Max intervened. "What do you think you're doing?" Max questioned, his tone filled with concern. Jeremy's gaze turned cold as he responded, "He just witnessed us." "He's blind, he saw nothing," Max reasoned, trying to diffuse the situation. "It's better to eliminate any possibility. What if he heard us?" Jeremy argued, raising the shovel once more. "I can't let you do that," Max firmly declared, dete