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The hidden heir of Wayne One twenty five: Dirt digging
The day went by faster than a hare. Ivan had woken just in time for dinner and they all ate peacefully. He kept seeing strange signs like something was up with Vienna but didn't know whether to ask what it was. She barely even touched her dinner!For a while, he felt guilty. Could she be acting all strange because of me? Is she giving my words a rethink? Maybe she doesn't want to be dragged into all this mess after all.If that was the reason then he had every right to know and he wanted to tell her that he wouldn't be angry if she wanted to stay far away from him to save herself and her innocent son from unwanted trouble. A while before dinner, as Ivan woke up. He was actually awoken by the sound of his phone as it rang vigorously. He buried the phone under his pillow as he saw that it was Trevor calling, still wanting some time alone but a thought hit him at the back of the head like a brick thrown at him.What if something had happened to him and he was calling because he needed
The hidden heir of Wayne One twenty six: How much is your net worth?
For the first time in a while, Vienna was heading out of the house but there was nothing to wear but a repetition of clothes. She didn't make any complaints about it though but the heavy sigh she heaved was more than enough.Even though she had nowhere to go, she would have loved to have been given a heads up to pack her clothes when she was called over. For how long was she going to be with Ivan in his home and how long would she have to live with the same cloth repeated over and over and over again?But still, she never voiced out a complaint. Ivan gave a slight smile as she looked across his way which she mirrored. Her crazy brother-in-law had demanded an attention with her later in the afternoon. In his words, "share lunch with me."Since it was just him, she was barely interested in impressing him with the clothes she wore and he wouldn't even know that she had been repeating them but still, she did. She knew of the number of times she had worn it, wearing Ivan's top inside the
The hidden heir of Wayne One twenty seven: Greed
He cleared his throat as his eyes trailed from Vienna to the road and then back at her again. His hold on the steering wheel tightened a bit but he let his grip release. "My net worth?" He asked, even though he heard the question the first time she asked it. A thought crossed his mind sluggishly enough for him to access it fully. What if she was feeling uncomfortable from all the talk of huge sums like it was nothing?Well then, he had to give her enough to make her feel like it was nothing to her too. "Well, from all I've heard and seen, shown and told to me by Alfred. I think it should be around fifty quadrillions or so. Wealth accumulated by my forefathers since their time of existence." He said to her. He knew any sum bigger than that could cause her heart to stop which was why he chose to lie to her. His wealth was more than that. But even with his lie, she froze. Her heart stopped for a second and no more and she had to inhale and exhale before she gained control of her who
The hidden heir of Wayne One twenty eight: If it isn't Brad(ley) Pitt
The large halls of the Wayne manor were empty, except for Ivan. All his mind allowed him was to think of Vienna. He heard footsteps approaching him from behind and he turned around, only for his eyes to meet with Misha's bow. "Good afternoon master Wayne." She said with a respectful bow. Unlike Alfred, she never called him young master Wayne, just master Wayne was fine to her. Plus, she was young too but most importantly, she felt there was no need to use his age to decide what to call him, her master was her master. "It only came to my knowledge a few minutes ago that you chose to skip breakfast." She continued. Ivan nodded with a gentle smile. "I had somewhere important to be and sitting to have breakfast would seem like a waste of time." "I see... Well, since you're here now, is there anything I can demand be made for you? Be it a fresh cup of coffee, or some calming tea if I may because you seem quite tense." Ivan's smile widened by a little. "Is it that obvious or I'm the o
The hidden heir of Wayne One twenty nine: A new plan
Ivan relaxed into the sofa with a heavy sigh. Alfred sat next to him and placed a cup of coffee on top of the glass table sitting in front of them. "Young master Wayne, I believe we know what to wait for now." Alfred said to him.Ivan turned his head to look at him. "What do you mean what to wait for?" He asked with an arched brow. "We already know what her brother-in -law wants but we don't know what she wants. In order for us to be able to trust her a hundred percent, it is all left to her to tell us the truth or to spy on you like he wants her to." Alfred explained to him. Ivan rested his head on the sofa and exhaled a sigh as he looked up at the ceiling. She didn't want to tell him about her brother in law at first so what was the assurance that she would tell him about this one too? Would he have to force the information out of her or just like Alfred had said, waited until she was ready to speak up about what happened? He let out another sigh without saying a word. "Anyway
The hidden heir of Wayne One thirty: New mission
The room was silent. Ivan shared a glance at Alfred who also looked at him. Judging from the look on his face, Alfred was comfortable with the idea. A question crossed Ivan's mind and he just had to ask it because leaving the question for himself alone, he might never get the answer. "I'm a little curious though... Okay not a little but a lot, I'm really curious. Why has Mr Andrews made any attempt to get to me? I was on my way to his house one year ago when I had an accident and ended up in a coma."Alfred's face scrunched into a confused look as he relaxed into his seat. For a second, different ideas crossed his mind but neither of them seemed to be making any sense. He sat back up and locked his fingers together as his brows furrowed. Why didn't he reach out for real? Was he possibly the cause of Ivan's accident? What was his real agenda all these while he made Ivan work for him? Did he probably already know about his true identity? If he already knew, then why would he still ta
The hidden heir of Wayne One thirty one: Prepared for the unknown
A ray of sunlight crept in through a corner of the gigantic window where the blinds didn't quite get to and directly unto Vienna's face, causing her to grunt and turn around on the bed. As her hand laid on the other side, she realized the large bed was carrying no one else but her. Still with her eyes closed, she stretched her hand forward a little, maybe he was lying just at the edge of the bed, she told herself. But there was no one there. She finally lifted her eyelids and on realizing there was no one there for real, she heaved her sigh as she sluggishly raised her body to a sitting position like a zombie that had just gotten infected. A lazy yawn left her mouth as she stretched out her hands. She wasn't feeling as energetic as she hoped she would be. Finding a good night's rest was harder than finding gold in the river. She had tossed and turned all night on the bed, letting out angry groans at most intervals. Meanwhile, Ivan slept like a baby in his mother's arms. Maybe it
The hidden heir of Wayne One thirty two: Phase one
The café was the same as the day before, of course it was. But the staff still remembered her face and the scene she and her guest created, judging from the way they were looking at her and the same guest. The thoughts that were probably running through their minds was that she was having a fight with her lover and they had come together to settle their disputes. She ordered herself a cup of iced americano and sat with her back straight with her arms crossed beneath her breast. She glared at Bradley with a death stare and he patiently waited for her to speak up. Even though she was waiting for him to speak as well. She cleared her throat, after realizing that Bradley wouldn't be speaking any time soon. "Why didn't you tell me about your family?" Bradley scoffed. "Have you forgotten that your family threw me away?" "Damn it Bradley!" She slammed her hand against the table. "Not them! Me! I was always there for you! What did you think? That I couldn't report you to the police and
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