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The hidden heir of Wayne One forty seven: His sharp weapon
Tears flowed down her red face as she was about to take her last breath. She felt the hold around her neck suddenly loosen and her breaths were becoming a little more steady. She let out coughs as he finally released his hold around her neck and she groaned heavily. Mr Andrews staggered behind as tears welled up in his eyes. He watched his wife collapse to the ground while straining and trying to breathe. He wanted to kill her, to end her and save himself from the shame of having such bad news spread around the city and ruining his image. But he couldn't kill her, not because of his feelings for her or anything, heck he barely even loved her, but because of the baby inside of her. He couldn't do such a thing, at least not to his own. The first time it ever happened, he regretted it for so many months and wished he hadn't laid his hand on her that day.But one thing about a person like him was that his conscience never judged him for too long for every bad thing he did so he easi
The hidden heir of Wayne One forty eight: Mafia son in law
Ivan relaxed into his seat as he heard the words that left Mr Andrews' mouth. Was the man trying to mess with him? Or was he trying to pretend like he didn't remember who he was?"You don't say…" Ivan said to him in a relaxed tone. "Well, anyway, I have you to thank for being where I am today, if you hadn't pushed me and tried to kill me so many times then I wouldn't have gotten the confidence to come out." His tone was ever so casual.Mr Andrews swallowed hard while trying to force a smile to his face. He wouldn't falter, he told himself, he had to remain composed. He let out a soft nervous chuckle. "I didn't… I didn't want to kill you actually, I just wanted to come to a negotiation." "I know. You want to reap where you didn't sow like you have been doing for a very long time but I just couldn't let it happen with me you know? I'm different." Ivan said with a smile. Mr Andrews gave him a smile. His last attempt to kill Ivan truly was what made Ivan come out, he was sure. He had
The hidden heir of Wayne One forty nine: Their honeymoon tale
The deafening sound of the bullet caught Mr Andrews ear and a dramatically long scream left his mouth. He was left shivering to the core as he stood there and liquid began to stain his pants. Ivan arched his brow at the embarrassing scene and his lips only curved into a smile. The man had peed himself from the fear of being killed and both Ivan and Alfred found it exceptionally funny. So Mr Andrews could be afraid of something?His eye lids were closed shut as his face scrunched into an ugly expression with fear written all over it. As he opened his eyes, with his lips trembling from fear, he turned and noticed a slight smoke coming from his clothes.He looked over to his shoulder and noticed that the bullet had only grazed the shoulder of his suit and he immediately fell to his knees with tears trailing down his face. "Don't think I missed by accident, I have never missed a target." Ivan said in a cold and icy tone. "I'll do as you wish! I swear it! I'll do anything you want me
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
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