Flashbac….“Hey, it’s going to be alright, Harvey,” Nadia said one cold night as they huddled together under a bridge.“I know, Nadia, but I’m so tired,” Harvey replied, with a shaky voice filled with exhaustion.“We have to keep running. If they find us, we’re done for,” Nadia said firmly, urging her little brother to work faster.They spent their days searching for food and shelter, and their nights hiding from the world. Nadia took on odd jobs, anything from washing dishes to delivering newspapers, to earn just enough to feed themselves.One day, while Nadia was hustling, looking for daily bread for her and Harvey, she stumbled upon an old newspaper article about the death of their mother.It detailed the mysterious death of the poor woman. The woman who was formerly the mistress of the late billionaire, Mr. Stephenson.Tears dropped down from her eyes. Such a cruel headline. “This is so unfair,” Nadia muttered to herself, gripping the newspaper tightly. “How could they do this to h
Harvey sat alone in his room, the memories of his past with the Anderson family and the realization of his parent's death pressed heavily on his shoulders.It burns his heart to even think that after killing his parent, Mr. Micheal Anderson had the guts to treat him badly. Wickedness was just in his blood. He knew that Mr. Anderson didn't remember his face. They had hidden after their mother’s death. If not he would have killed him without wasting any time.His anger was poached, threatening to consume him. He clenched his fists, the rage boiling over. they had been through a lot. "They’ll pay for what they've done," he muttered to himself, his voice a low growl. "Every single one of them. Every single pain mom went through one by one, I will inflict on every one of you."Just then, there was a soft knock at the door. It opened slowly, and Nadia peeked in, her eyes were filled with concern. She had been hearing the gunts coming from Harvey’s room. She knew he was pissed that was why s
Talking to his sister gave Harvey a sense of peace but his plans still hold. Harvey knew that to make the Anderson family and every other person who took part in the death of his loving parents pay for their sins, he needed a plan that would manipulate their greatest weakness, especially the Andersons: their greed. He had spent countless hours thinking about how to bring them down, and finally, an idea began to take shape. He would create another business opportunity so enticing that the Andersons wouldn’t be able to resist. since their business was falling helplessly. But to do this, he needed help. He thought of Professor Jason, his late father's loyal butler. Professor Jason had always been more than just a servant; he was a trusted advisor and a brilliant mind. Harvey decided to reach out to him. Harvey picked up the phone and dialed Professor Jason’s number. After a few rings, a familiar voice answered."Hello, Master Harvey. Are you alright?." "Yes, I am," Harvey said, keepin
Harvey had spent months meticulously planning his revenge against the Anderson family.They had successfully created a fake business opportunity designed to exploit the Andersons' greed.Harvey knew that the Andersons, especially Michael Anderson, would be unable to resist such a lucrative proposition. They were greedy and would do anything for money.Harvey spends a lot of money to make this revenge a perfect one. And he was sure that they would fall."Professor Jason, we’re ready," Harvey said, standing in his luxurious home office. "It's time to launch the investment opportunity."Professor Jason nodded, his expression was serious. "Everything is set, Master Harvey. The ads are ready to go live, and the fake company has been established. Are you sure you want to proceed?"Harvey looked at the older man, determination etched on his face. "I’m sure. They need to pay for what they did."Prof nodded and went back to his computer to officially launch the brand.The next morning, adverti
The Anderson family's fall from grace was swift and brutal. With the way their condition was now, nobody would ever believe that they were once in wealth and power but as it stands right now, they now found themselves drowning in debt and desperation.Their luxurious lifestyle totally crumbled, and was replaced by constant harassment from creditors and the gnawing fear of losing even the only property they had, the company and their mansion.Michael Anderson sat at the kitchen table of their once prosperous home, now stripped of its former glory. The lavish decorations had been sold off piece by piece to cover mounting debts. Bills and notices of overdue payments cluttered the table, each one was a reminder of their bad situation."Dad, the phone's been ringing all morning," Lewis said, walking into the kitchen with a look of frustration. "It’s the creditors again. They’re threatening legal action." Michael sighed deeply, running a hand through his graying hair. "I know, Lewis. They’
Garcia Anderson paced the floor of their living room, anxiety etched across her face. She wondered how they got to this level. Things were bad for them.The once-proud Anderson family was in shambles and was beginning to be a laughingstock in the city. The weight of their financial ruin pressed heavily on her shoulders. Even Edward wasn't even paying attention to her. And wouldn't even lend her money.The constant calls from creditors and the shame of their downfall were too much to bear. Desperation had driven her to seek out someone she never thought she would need—Harvey."Are you sure about this, Garcia?" Mr. Micheal asked, looking doubtful as he sipped his coffee. He didn't believe Harvey would want them. At least his good business ideas would assist them in rebuilding the company.They were all seated at the small dining table, the only piece of furniture that hadn’t been sold. "I don’t have a choice, Dad," Garcia replied, her voice tinged with frustration. "This family needs he
Garcia Anderson walked briskly down the crowded city street, her eyes scanning every face she passed. It was that bad, she couldn't just stay and do nothing.She was eager to find Harvey, the one person she believed could save her family from ruin. Despite the cold wind biting at her cheeks, she didn’t slow her pace. Her search for Harvey had become an obsession, and she wouldn’t rest until she found him.Stopping in front of a small café, Garcia pushed open the door and stepped inside. The warmth of the café was a welcome relief from the chilly air outside. She approached the counter and smiled at the barista."Excuse me," she began, "I'm looking for someone who might have been in here recently. His name is Harvey. He's about my age, has dark hair, and usually wears sunshades. "The barista frowned, thinking for a moment before shaking her head. "Sorry, I don’t recall anyone like that. We get a lot of customers, though. You might want to check with the manager." Garcia nodded and than
Gracia woke up wondering what she had to do. The weight of desperation and fear settled over her like a heavy blanket. Sighing, she pulled on a pair of jeans and a navy blue T-shirt, an outfit that matched her somber mood.She looked at her reflection in the mirror, seeing tired eyes and a worried expression, but there was no time to dwell on it. Today, she had to find Harvey.The drive to the hospital where Harvey’s sister, Nadia, was formerly treated felt longer than usual. Her mind drifted with thoughts of the once-thriving Anderson empire, now teetering on the brink of ruin.She parked her car and took a deep breath before stepping out. When she emerged, she sighed deeply, hoping she would find what she needed.For the past few weeks, she had been going from one place to another, looking for how to get to Harvey. The hospital lobby was bustling with activity—nurses hurried past with charts, doctors discussed patient cases, and the occasional sound of a beeping machine added to the