His eyes begin to well up with tears. If he could go back in time, he would do everything differently. He and Kyndra would stay together forever. Instead, they wasted years, and their marriage only ended in misery and sorrow.
“Why is the young man crying?”
Rohan’s eyes go to an old man by the door. He is holding a pitcher with a small cup on top. And on his other hand is a water basin with a towel hanging on its side.
“So, angels look like that?”
The old man chuckles. “Are you disappointed?”
“N-No!” Rohan sobs, shaking his head. He doesn’t know what to say. Is this heaven? Or hell?
“Good, because I will be the only one you will see around here.”
“So, this is heaven?”
The old man laughs again. “No, this is earth.”
Rohan wipes the sweat from his brow. It is hot in the little room. Thatched roof, wooden walls, and basic furniture, and is that the sound of the ocean?
“Heaven is hot and by the side of the sea?”
This time, the old man bellows in laughter. “I think the gods let me live until today to meet a hilarious man like you.”
Rohan frowns at him. He looks at himself and realizes his body is in pain. He is also thinner than before. There are bandages around his body, including his face.
“Priests say that there should be no pain in heaven. So, why am I covered in bandages, and my body is in pain?”
“Because you are not in heaven or hell. I told you that you are still on earth. You are still alive, young man.”
Rohan scowls. The old man wears sandals and an old kilt made of linen. His beard covers most of his face, but he gives the appearance of an elderly wise man.
“Don’t get confused,” the old man snickers as he pours water into a glass and hands it to him. “You are not dead yet. Your heart is still beating. You are durable.”
Rohan gulps down the water.
“Slowly now, don’t drown yourself,” the old man warns. “By the way, my name is Crete, and you are currently in Amarillo.”
“Why am I alive?”
“My daughter and I brought you here.”
“Daughter?”
He nods. “My daughter already left, though. So, there’s only the two of us.”
Rohan wipes his mouth. “Why did you save me?”
“They threw you into the ocean. And you were dying. We saw it, so our instinct is to save you. But only after the ship left.”
“How long have I been here?”
“Three weeks. You are slipping in and out.”
Rohan groans. He is starving and needs to eat.
As if reading his mind, the old man offers, “I have some soup. Do you want it?”
He nods.
“I hope you like fish soup.”
He frowns. “I don’t think I am in any position to be picky.”
“Well then, I’ll bring it here.” The old man stands up. “While I am away, I think you’d like to check yourself out?” He points at a small cabinet. “I left clean clothes there. You can change by yourself.”
The old man leaves the room. Rohan stands up. His muscles are still sore, and every part of his body aches. He tries to stretch out his arms and legs but he feels pain everywhere.
He limps towards the cabinet and opens it. Inside, he finds a white shirt, black pants, and slippers. He removes his clothes and puts on the new ones while wiping himself with the towel.
When he finishes changing, he looks at himself in the mirror. Instead of seeing a bruised face and swollen lips, bandages cover his entire face. It’s only his eyes that he can see. It looks dark and tired.
When the door opens, he scrambles for the bandage, wanting to remove it. He shifts his attention to the old man.
“Can I remove this?”
The old man narrows his eyes at how Rohan’s hands are raised. “I advise you against taking off the bandage. Your wounds are still not healing. Give it another month or so.”
“But... I think I need to go back home.”
“What home? You have one?”
Rohan’s jaw tightens as a flash of pain pierces his heart. His memories come like an avalanche. He remembers the Waltons and their malicious intent–to take his inheritance away from him—no matter the cost! Fury courses through his veins as he realizes they gone so far as to kill Kyndra, their own blood!
“Yes, I had a home,” he hisses.
The old man chuckles. “Well, you will have to wait till you heal before you can leave.”
“But I don’t anymore. It’s been taken from me and I need to take it back.”
When the gauze is unwrapped from Rohan’s face, he realizes he is looking at a stranger in the mirror. His terrified eyes scan his new features, feeling the unfamiliarity of his changed jaw, cheeks, and eyebrows.“I am sorry, but your face is too beat up that I had no choice but to completely change it,” Crete informs him too late.“Why...”“It’s also safer for you. If those people realize that you are still alive—”Fury boils within him as he snatches Crete’s collar, cutting his sentence off. He balls his hands into meaty fists. He lifts his arms, ready to unleash his wrath, when he holds back with great effort, leaving the air quivering with his anger.“Don’t worry, I understand,” Crete says.Rohan’s face contorts with rage. A sea of white-hot anger engulfs him. His jaw clenches. He can feel his heart pounding as every ounce of his being is consumed by the fierce desire for vengeance.Without warning, he storms over to the chair and unleashes a furious onslaught of kicks, obliteratin
The city is still the same as before. Heavy traffic. Pickpockets. Vendors on the side of the street. Women having a catfight on the side. It is chaos. Yet, there is a certain sense of comfort in him. Rohan has been here for a few months. He’s been studying the elites, taking information, and planning his next moves.Rohan walks down the busy streets. He spots a few men in black suits going to his destination: the fitness center. He follows them until they enter the gym.Rohan enters the lobby and looks around. There is a woman behind the counter checking people out. He approaches.“Good morning, I am Rudi Rowe. I am here to apply as one of the gym trainers or cleaners,” Rohan starts. “I just need a job.”The woman looks at him from head to toe and back again. “If you can wait there,” she says, pointing at one of the couches. “You are just in time. I believe the boss is looking for a new personal trainer.”Rohan nods and obeys the woman. He sits on the couch and replays his separation
Three months later...Rohan is in front of Yu’s employees. He is the first quarter’s top awardee because he’s got a couple of clients and is earning decently. James approaches him with a smile on his face. “Congratulations, Rudi! You’ve done well.”Rohan nods. “Thank you.”“You are welcome. I was wondering if you would like to join my team. I am looking for a personal trainer to help me manage the other trainers.”Rohan is stunned. This is precisely what he wanted–the opportunity to work under him. That way, his revenge will be easier. “I’m interested.”“Great!” James claps his hands together. “You start tomorrow morning.”James turns his attention back to the other employee and says, “For anyone who would like to have the same position. Work hard, and I will include you in the team that I am building.”The employees cheer. “Now, let’s celebrate!” James shouts. “To a successful first quarter!”**************The next day, Rohan arrives at the gym early in the morning and sees James s
The day of the show has arrived. The audience watches the program while waiting for the host to call on James. He is the recent winner of another fitness reality show competition. A few minutes later, when the emcee announces James, he comes out wearing a shirt and pants instead of his usual suit. He sits down in front of the camera and smiles at the audience. “Hello, everyone!” he chirps.The host starts with the interview, while Rohan stands on the side. He watches closely how James presents himself to the public and tries to memorize everything he does. He could use it against him later.“You won last year’s competition. How did you prepare yourself for this season?” the host asks.“I trained harder than before.”“What kind of results did you get?”“I was able to increase my muscle mass by two percent.”“That’s an appreciable increase.”“Not so much. That is why, for this season, I hired a personal trainer to help me reach my goals.”“How many trainers do you have?”“Only one, but
A multi-step plan. Kyndra had always told him that to win, he needed more than one alternative plan in case Plan A fell apart.Now, Plan A has fallen apart. Kyndra mentioned that James was a closet homosexual. So Rohan expected that after that scene with the hired whore, James would force him to become his lover. That way, he will offer a different male to be his lover.“Rudi, don’t just stand there. Open the door,” James orders.That’s when Rohan realizes he’s been standing and staring at nothing for a while. He is inside James Yu’s office pretending to be a good employee.Gathering himself up, he walks up to the door and opens it. Mr. Dugal enters the room with a young man behind him. A new personal trainer, his hired male escort. The man is tall, muscular, and very handsome. He has short brown hair and dark brown eyes. His lips are full and pouty. He wears a tight black tank top underneath a polo shirt and grey slacks.He glances at him and gives a single bow as acknowledgment. The
A sweet trap. That’s exactly what James has fallen into. The retreat is for his stamina, but he is being trained in the pleasures of bed instead. Which means that Rohan has time for his revenge. Irving is proving himself to be useful to his plans. So useful, in fact, that Rohan gets out of the house because James’ moans of pleasure have become annoying.Every night, though, Irving still reports to him. He mentions that James is insecure about the power and influence of his mother. He also can’t admit to his mother that he is homosexual.And at the very few moments he finds them training, Irving always gives him cold water. It’s as if it’s his showing that he cares for James.“Here,” Irving will say. “You need to hydrate.”“Oh, thank you,” James responds and accepts the offered water.However, it will only take an hour. Soon, they are already kissing and making love again. And Rohan is getting a lot of resources. He has already finished a couple of videos and released them to the inter
Two weeks later, Irving arrives at the agreed spot with a briefcase. He hands it over to Rohan after they shake hands.“It’s all here,” he tells him. “I hope this is enough to keep your silence.”Rohan grins and opens the case. Inside are stacks of hundred-dollar bills. “It’s more than enough, Irving.”“Here,” he says. “James, also give you a plane ticket to get out of the country.”“To keep track of me?” Rohan smirks. “I don’t think that’s needed.”“He just wants to make sure.”Rohan whistles. “But I think you will soon ask for my help.”Irving stares at him. “What do you mean?”A cruel look appears on Rohan’s face. “Be careful dealing with the elites, Irving. They are people you won’t be able to handle.”“I can handle James just fine.”Rohan guffaws. “If you say so, be happy with your partner.”“And good luck with your plans,” Irving says before walking away.Rohan waves at him. He has already planned his next move. He needs to take care of some other people first. And soon, he will
The TV blares in the background while Rohan prepares his food and beer. He sits on the couch and watches the news. The anchorperson reports how the police discovered that James Yu died of a steroid overdose. Prolonged usage has made James healthy on the outside, but unhealthy and weak on the inside. “James Yu. The sole heir of the Yu dynasty died today,” the anchor said. “It will be remembered that James Yu has a problem with—” A knock comes on the door. Rohan smirks. Just about time. Hera did a good job, huh? He stands up from the couch and opens the door, revealing a distraught Irving. “They will kill me,” he greets. “I guess it’s not a good day for you?” He glances at the TV. “You already know.” “As you can hear.” Rohan opens the door wider for him. “Come in.” Irving enters the house and looks around. “I am glad you are still here.” “Why are you here, Irving?” “I need money to get out of the country.” “Why? You have James Yu’s fortune.” “If he is alive! But if he’s dead,
As Pablo finishes his testimony, the courtroom is in shock. Gertrude’s face is twisted in anger and disbelief, while her lawyer looks defeated.“Your honor, I object to these baseless accusations against my client!” Gertrude’s lawyer exclaims.The judge raises an eyebrow. “I have heard enough evidence from Mr. Pablo and the other witnesses to proceed with this trial. Do you have any more witnesses or evidence to present on behalf of your client?”Gertrude’s lawyer shakes his head, knowing that there is no way to defend against the overwhelming evidence presented by Rohan and his team.The prosecutor steps forward confidently. “Your honor, we have shown with irrefutable evidence that Ms. Gertrude is involved in various illegal activities. We request that she be taken into custody immediately.”The judge bangs his gavel. “Ms. Gertrude, you are under arrest for drug trafficking, money laundering, and human trafficking.”The court erupts into cheers as Gertrude is led away by police offic
After a while, Tyrianne comes out of her room wearing a skimpy outfit. “Oh, I didn’t know you were awake,” she comments, lowering down the volume of the television. “Who could sleep with that kind of noise?!” he snaps, straightening from the sofa. She chuckles, unaffected by his irritation. “We might have a little too much fun.” “A little?” Rohan’s voice rises in disbelief. “That was not a little. You two were practically screaming your lungs out!” Tyrianne just shrugs nonchalantly. “Well, we can’t help it if we enjoy each other’s company,” she smirks. Rohan rolls his eyes and huffs in annoyance. “I swear, you two have no sense of decency.” “Decency?” Tyrianne repeats, raising an eyebrow at him. “You’re one to talk about decency when you are watching TV at such a loud volume.” He gives her a pointed look before turning back to the TV. He doesn’t want to admit that he was trying to drown out the scandalous sounds coming from her room. She walks over and sits beside him on the co
They spend the rest of the evening coming up with a plan to gather evidence against Gertrude. They decide that Douglas will sneak into her office during business hours and retrieve any incriminating documents or emails from her computer. The following day, Rohan watches from a safe distance as Douglas makes his move. He sees him looking around before slipping inside Gertrude’s office. Rohan can feel his heart racing with anticipation, knowing that this could make or break their case against Gertrude. Inside the office, Douglas quickly moves towards Gertrude’s computer and begins typing furiously. Rohan can see that he is nervous, but determined, as he sifts through files and folders on the computer. Then, there is a loud noise outside the office and Douglas freezes, looking around frantically for a place to hide. The door swings open, revealing Gertrude herself. Douglas hides behind the desk before Gertrude can see him. But as she heads straight for the desk, Rohan holds his breath
Rohan adjusts his tailored tuxedo jacket and straightens his silk tie as he enters the grand ballroom. “You look stunning,” he whispers to his partner, Tyrianne, as they make their way through the lavish crowd. “Thank you, darling,” Tyrianne replies with a smug grin, flaunting her designer gown that hugs her curves perfectly. “I can’t believe we blended in so well with these wealthy elites,” he chuckles, scanning the room for their target. “But I have a feeling Gertrude will stand out like a sore thumb.” Tyrianne mumbles something, her eyes already searching for their target. Rohan mimics her. They are using crystal glasses and extravagant decorations. There is also a huge chandelier above, which gives off a more opulent atmosphere that matches Gertrude’s persona. “She loves to show off her wealth and power? I guess this is a great place to do it.” As they carefully navigate through the throngs of people, Rohan and Tyrianne keep up a steady stream of discreet conversation, keepi
Rohan and Tyrianne quickly make their way towards their safe-house, the injured mercenary slung over Rohan’s shoulder. They have no time to waste, as they need answers from this man before he succumbs to his wounds. As they enter the safe-house, Rohan sets the injured man down in a chair while Tyrianne begins to prepare for the interrogation. She brings out various tools, including ropes and knives, that she knows will be effective in getting information out of someone. She also prepares medicines and bandages — another path for the mercenary if he chooses to cooperate. When the mercenary wakes up, he struggles weakly against his restraints as Rohan takes a seat across from him. His eyes flicker with fear and pain, but he remains silent. “Who hired you?” Rohan starts off calmly. The mercenary remains silent, his gaze shifting between Rohan and Tyrianne. “Are you not going to answer?” Tyrianne asks coldly, her fingers daintily touching the different tools setup for him. “I—I can’
Without a moment’s hesitation, Rohan and Tyrianne duck behind the staircase as Jackson starts firing his gun. The bullets ricochet off the walls, sending dust and debris flying in all directions. The two huddle together, trying to come up with a plan. “We need to disarm him,” Rohan whispers, his eyes darting around the area for any possible weapons they can use. Tyrianne nods in agreement. “I’ll create a diversion. You sneak up on him from behind,” she says, before dashing towards the opposite end of the hallway. Jackson’s attention turns towards her, and he starts shooting in her direction. Meanwhile, Rohan takes advantage of the distraction and stealthily moves towards him. Just as Jackson turns around, Rohan tackles him to the ground, sending both of them tumbling down the stairs. The impact knocks the wind out of Rohan, and he struggles to maintain his grip on Jackson’s gun. They wrestle on the floor. He can feel his muscles straining from the effort. “You think you can take m
Rohan and Tyrianne sit across from each other in a dimly lit room, sharing breakfast and visibly shaken. Dust fills the air and the slivers of light that sneak in from the outside illuminate the room. He shifts his gaze to her, and like him, her face is pale and drawn. He can see the worry in her expression, the same as what he is feeling now. Tyrianne breaks the silence. “How could it have been so easy?” Her voice is barely audible and there is a tremble in her voice as she speaks. Rohan shakes his head. “I don’t know,” he admits. “Do you think it’s a trap?” “But we’re still alive.” “A delayed trap, perhaps?” Still, Rohan feels like someone is laughing at him–as if he is being played around. “How safe is this place?” she asks. “You’re the only person who knows this place.” “I’m worried about my kids in the orphanage.” “I don’t think they would massacre them.” “Rohan!” she scolds, and she might not have noticed herself, but she just called him by his name. “Should I apolog
There are two places that Pablo has mentioned to Rohan where they can look for more evidence. One is in a mansion, the other one is in a derelict warehouse looming before them.“Why did Pablo even think that this warehouse has evidence?” Rohan asks as he walks inside.This place is more than abandoned. Shadows dance through the shattered windows as he and Tyrianne pick their way carefully over the debris on the floor.“He did say that Gertrude’s allies are using this place to store incriminating documents.”“Without a guard?”“We’re not yet sure of that,” she answers.Rohan keeps quiet as they delve deeper into the crumbling building.“Over here,” Tyrianne calls softly, her flashlight illuminating a stack of dusty file boxes tucked away in a corner.Rohan joins her, his pulse quickening as he opens the first box. “Look at this,” he murmurs
The following weeks are a flurry of activities. They set their plans in motion. Rohan and Pablo help gather evidence against Gertrude, while Tyrianne snakes her way into infiltrating Gertrude’s inner circle. Although, Tyrianne looks all harmless, innocent, and sincere—it belies the fact that she can ensnare anyone within her traps.The door opens, and Tyrianne comes into his office. She is wearing a purple dress that reaches half her thighs. Her hair is up in a lovely bun and her heels are at least five inches high.Sitting on a couch, she removes her heels and starts to massage her feet.“Gertrude Mendoza has her fingers in a lot of pies,” Rohan informs her.“Right,” she says. Clearly tired and annoyed by the recent social event she had just attended.“How’s everything on your side?”“Bad. I didn’t see Clint at all. No one from Gertrude’s side attended the event too.”“A waste for the get-up?”“What?” she asks, frowning.“Well, you look pretty in that dress,” he comments, almost trip