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
Tom's POV I proceeded to stamp the photos of the company and my targets on the board, ensuring each stamp was firmly imprinted. "These are the three companies owned by Mr. Ray that I want to attack," I explained. "First, there's Bradon Technology and Engineering. Then, there's Brandon Welfare and Care, which was supposed to help people, but it seems they're doing the opposite. And finally, there's Brandon Investment and Financial, mainly focused on investing. Our primary target is the first one." Riley remarked, "Tiger should have found something by now." "Yes, he should. They won't see this coming. It will be a surprise," I responded, a bewildered expression on my face. "I can't wait to see it successful." "What about the wife you told me about? she betrayed you too "Riley inquired. Ariana also deserves to be punished. She led our son to his death. But why can't I do it myself? I hesitated. my reluctance evident. Riley noticed my hesitation and asked, "Okay, where should we beg
As Aiden finishes talking, Mr. Ray accidentally drops his tea, clearly taken aback by the revelation. "What do you mean? The prosecutor is onto you? What have you done?" he asks simultaneously, urging Aiden to be honest if he wants to survive. Aiden has no choice but to come clean, confessing about the app and the money laundering. Mr. Ray sternly reprimands him, "How could you engage in something so illegal without consulting me?" Aiden trembles, kneeling before his father, pleading for help. "Dad, please, I didn't anticipate it would go wrong. I need your assistance this time." Mr. Ray scoffs in anguish, "You're trying to be clever, huh? Is this the project that you believe will make you billions? You want it all for yourself, and now look at the mess you've created." Aiden keeps pleading, but his father continues to scold him. "The reason I am where I am today is that I work diligently, legally, and avoid investing in foolishly risky ventures," he yells at him. As they are st
As the door swings open, Aiden and Max step into the room. The weariness etched on Aiden's face is evident, a consequence of a long and difficult day in lockup. Upon catching sight of Aiden, Mrs. Ray is taken aback and immediately filled with sympathy for him. She can't help but express her concern, saying, "Oh no," as she approaches him, gently guiding him to take a seat. Max follows suit, pulling up a chair and joining them in the room. With genuine gratitude, Mrs. Ray turns to Max and says, "Thank you, Max." As the room settles into an air of tension, Mr. Ray, seated with a cup of tea in hand, suddenly lifts his head and delivers a stern remark, his tone laced with authority and dissatisfaction. "You better be careful next time before you waste my hard-earned money on something unreasonable," he warns Aiden, who respectfully bows his head and replies with a simple, "Okay, sir." It's evident that Aiden has somehow managed to misuse or squander Mr. Ray's funds, an act that does