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The hidden heir of Wayne One fifty: What would he do?
"Get over here Ivan!" His wife ushered him over while still hugging her brother. It was only then that Ivan realized he had frozen along the way and he managed to bring his feet to move the moment his senses returned. He walked over towards them while pulling their bags along with him. Mr Banks ushered some men towards Ivan and he felt scared at first when about three of them walked towards him but relief took over when they carried the bags he was pulling with him.As he got to their front, he gave Janet's parents a bow. "Good evening Mr and Mrs Banks, it is an honor to meet you-- again! An honor to meet you again I mean." He managed to correct himself. He didn't know why he was scared the way he was, after all, they were just normal people. But he still couldn't stop sweating even though the weather was awfully cold. Mrs Banks' hand fell on his shoulders and he flinched. "Poor thing, look at the way you're shivering. Didn't you know that it would be his cold here?" She asked as
The hidden heir of Wayne One fifty one: Tales at dinner
Ivan rose from the bed where he was seating and made his way to the door. His hand hesitantly lingered on the door handle before he twisted it open. Before moving down the countless stairs, he took in a deep breath and told himself that they couldn't possibly eat him. They weren't cannibals, just the Mafia, at least he hoped they weren't. Finally getting down the stairs that seemed like it would never end– their house was exceptionally tall and without an elevator, no wonder they were all in shape– he walked into the dining room and all eyes fell on him.“Oh Ivan! Your wife told us you were already asleep when she got upstairs so we said we wouldn't wake you. It was a tiring trip after all I see.” Victoria said with a kind smile. Ivan flashed her a nervous smile before faking a yawn. “I was actually asleep but I suddenly woke up and I remembered I was called down for dinner earlier. “I didn't know how long ago it was so I rushed down the stairs to check if I am not too late and ap
The hidden heir of Wayne One fifty two: The treasure room
Mr Banks stared confusedly at Ivan wondering if he had heard the kid right. Ivan also stared at him looking quite perplexed which made him wonder why Ivan had reacted like that.Ivan cleared his throat dryly and gave a slightly awkward chuckle. “Oh Dad! I'm so glad it's you, I thought that uhm… I thought that… it was a burglar or some assassin that followed me all the way from England.” He said to Mr Banks.The look on his face was one that pleaded for Mr Banks to believe the words that rolled off of his tongue.Thankfully, Mr Banks broke into a long laugh. He tapped Ivan's shoulder continuously as he guffawed and Ivan was left wondering if the man believed him or if he was making fun of his unbelievable lie. Mr Banks wiped away the invisible years that left his eyes– well at least they were invisible to Ivan– and cleared his throat. “Oh my dear boy, I apologize for laughing like that, it's alright. What made me laugh was thinking back on the look on your face when you screamed ‘oh
The hidden heir of Wayne One fifty three: Happiest memory turns to saddest
Ivan had never seen such a wide range of weapons collected together before. The room was mightier than the bedroom he was staying at with his wife which was one of the largest rooms in the entire villa. Shot guns, pistols, laser guns, bow and arrow, swords, knives, even weapons that Ivan couldn't make out what they happened to be!He didn't know how to react to such a scene. The place was like a mythical cave in a story with some winged stone creatures as decorations and fake flame torches. At least he felt they were fake. The weapons were hung from the top to the floor of the tall walls. Shelves of all shapes and sizes were numbered in the room carrying other weapons as well.Some were in a show glass placed on tables and some were opened on the shelves. “What do you think? The security team also has designated weapons here but don't worry, they are all licensed.” Mr Bank assured him. Licensed or not, they were all dangerous weapons that would effortlessly kill a man. “So, loo
The hidden heir of Wayne One fifty four: Erotic fantasies
Janet cleared her throat. “Won't you feel cold?” She let her brow arch slightly as she asked him.“I just came back from exercising, I'll be fine.” He just plainly responded and she nodded her head. “Don't worry about me next time if you don't see me in bed.” “Huh?” She asked as she looked up to meet with Ivan's eyes. “I'm the kind of person that wakes up very early to go for morning runs. I have a lot going on in my head and when I jog, it helps clear it out a bit. “This environment is perfect for me to take morning runs and I'm going to do it every morning. So when you wake up, don't look for me. I can't possibly get lost or kidnapped inside the estate.” He explained to her.It was more of a command than a request the way he spoke. Janet felt every butterfly fluttering about in her stomach drop dead from the cold stare in his eyes. Why wouldn't he just loosen up a bit? Did he really hate her that much? She wanted to ask those questions and she would when she felt the time to be
The hidden heir of Wayne One fifty five: A soothing text
The atmosphere cleared and the cold returned to Ivan's body. He shivered a little, he was putting on only his trousers now.He remembered that he came into the room to get a warm bath and he went straight into the bathroom.After a warm bath, he returned to the bedroom and went straight to his wardrobe to throw on something nice and thick to wear to protect him from the cold as the water droplets on his body were starting to turn to cold droplets. After dressing himself warmly, he went down the stairs and joined them at the table for breakfast. Romeo ushered him over to his side and told him to sit down next to him. Ivan managed a smile as he sat down next to Romeo.“Dad told us he already told you about the winter tradition and I get to teach you how to use a weapon. He didn't tell me the weapon you chose to use.” Romeo said to him. “Tell me bro, what weapon caught your eyes?”“A gun.” Ivan plainly. “A… a gun! Wow! Bro you really are meant to be a part of the Mafia family.” Romeo
The hidden heir of Wayne One fifty six: Cake issues
Rainy days they said wouldn't last forever. A day would come when the sun would be up and shining again. Nobody knew how long it would take for the sun to come up, if it was possible to endure those rainy days until it was over, but they knew it wouldn't last forever. So all they said was, “hang in there and let the storm pass over. Everything will be fine… eventually.” Janet had never known the meaning of the saying literally, she used them to console a few friends going through some hardships but she never believed she would have to use such a saying on herself. She was always the strong one amongst her friends and family so she was always the one for them to rely on.But if she ever told them she also needed to rely on someone, it would make her weak and she would no longer be the number one person they would go to when they needed a comforting shoulder. So she always faced her own problems on her own. No matter how hard, she would find a way to decipher the codes. She always
The hidden heir of Wayne One fifty seven: The other bride
Madam Rita returned into the kitchen to carry out her young mistress’ order before she was done with her bath.She decided to make some bacon with the eggs and she served it with a little peas as well.The black coffee was making a spiral in the middle as Madam Rita turned it with a spoon for some reason. Lost in her thoughts, she hadn't realized what she was doing. Janet walked down the stairs dressed freshly in a faded blue skinny jeans and a white and blue striped slightly oversized shirt. Her small purse hung down from her shoulder with a fair white that matched the color of her canvas and the stairs barely gave way to a creak as she climbed down on them. She let her long brown hair fall over her shoulders in a stylishly casual way and she had painted her lips red. A tomato red to be precise. A color that went perfectly well with her white fair skin. A golden ball shaped earring dropped down and dangled from her ear with a pendant of the same resemblance almost in the middle
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