He adjusted in the seat, taking a better view.
"I thought you had died in the car accident years ago, but I was shocked when I saw your blood matching that of mine."
"My blood? How come I never recall giving you my blood."
"Oh, you forget so easily. I have a rare blood group and it happened that you donated yours to the hospital out of goodwill or maybe you sold it. I became curious afterwards and asked them to trace your background."
"No, no it was out of goodwill." He kicked against it.
He was very charismatic. When he was growing up, having little he would share with those that were in a worse condition than he was.
"So what does that have to do with you? Can you please stop the car, I need to get down, you must be greatly mistaken. Not that your blood group isn't on the universal list. And mind I'm not the only one with that blood " The driver obeyed as Mr Stark nodded his head through the rearview mirror. He halted the brake pulling over.
"Lizzie, your mother, died that night after giving birth to you. When the rescue firefighters came the car had already blown out and there was no trace of a newborn baby having perished, you were adopted, that has been my theory. The DNA test proved it." He said handing over the test result to him, as he pulled his lens from his eyes and wiped it, Mr Stark was an extremely cautious man.
"No two people have the same helical except identical twins and yours is similar to mine, we're not identical but I'm implying you're here with me." He points at the result. "This brought me to you. Would you think it's a mistake?"
"No way… this isn't possible." His eyes narrowed as he read the report in his hand, flashing through it. The percentage of relativity was high.
"Believe me I wouldn't be here if there was no sense to any of this. You're my son, the only child and heir to the Stark family, I heard how you were treated, downgraded, humiliated and even castigated by those filthy little brats, if only they knew you're a Stark."
Mr Stark began to flip the document in his hands. "Now that I have found you, son, I wouldn't waste time in announcing my intention, I want you to be my heir and take over my company." He said holding his hands to his chest as he coughed. He suffered from coronary heart disease and lipomas contradicting his breathing.
"You can see. My health is worsening. With such a big empire going into the hands of your cousins, it would be my loss and my legacy wilting with me." He continued, Joshua looked genuinely serious. Not at him but the paper.
He turned his pale gaze at Joshua, staring at the old man. He was flabbergasted as if the air had gone flat and there was no tension.
If anyone could understand what is happening Joshua would be the least. Come to imagine he had lived his entire life with his aunt, Savannah, she passed away after high school. He never knew his parents or anything related to him. Was his life so pathetic that this old man was trying to win him over?
"Listen, sir, my life is already a mess and you chiming in with your wealth and inheritance is so tempting, but I still have my self-esteem to protect."
"I would have agreed with you, but the old man here has no intention of tricking you, as you youngsters would call it. You can simply make your own choice, I wouldn't impose it on you. It's sudden and I understand." He said, handing over his picture with his aunt to him.
"Where did you get this?" He asked jaw dropped.
"Exactly, the same thing I was expecting you to ask."
Everything was confusing he was already out of options. Earlier he had considered running out of the car, but strikingly surprising to him the old man was neither smiling nor teasing around as for the Starks, he knows them to be the first tier in the estate business within Vancouver and it wouldn't be that easy to frame them or put in empty promises.
"How I'm I even sure you're for real? And not some trickery. You know a lot of this happens in the movie and with fictional characters."
"What do you have to offer that I would waste my time here if not for the fact you're my heir? The Stark sets who to meet with and those with something to contribute." Joshua felt idiotic saying that but he was on the trail, and so was the man, he was a nobody without identity so the staff from Stark wouldn't possibly have listened to him if he stopped them. And now the chairman was beside him.
"I might seem gullible. But I have ideas. And maybe you saw the folder I submitted."
Mrs Stark chuckled. "Narrow-minded. We don't go through those! Tell him, Joe."
"Ideas are useless unless there is money."
"Are you saying I'm useless?"
"Not your first time hearing it. Son, it's the way of the world. Everything has changed. The market encroaches on the competition. But money with ideas goes hand in hand, without money you would be seen as worthless."
From his observant eyes, he could simply tell that the man beside him was no ordinary man as well as the security. He must have graduated from an MBA program, and his intuition was spectacular.
Different from his previous harsh and unstable demeanour, Joshua became calm and asked.
"What did she look like? My mum…" That has been the question going through his head since childhood but his aunt would not just tell and he thought it was because she hated him, but that wasn't the case she was scared that if he found out he was adopted and didn't know his parents he would possibly go into a trauma.
"Well, son, she was the sweetest woman I have ever loved, her skin was tender like olive, and even when people were against our relationship we strived. I never imagined I would lose her to the cruel hands of death." He removed his lens, cleaning the trickle of tears that formed in his eyes.
Joshua felt touched, and relieved, if she was his mother then she must have been very beautiful and reasonable to have the man beside him break into a tear after almost three decades. It sure was love that he held right onto.
"You must have loved her." He commented.
"Loved? Love is an understatement, I got my heart problem from the shock of losing you both. I adored, and lauded her and wished to hold my son in my arms again and see her chartreuse eyes reflecting through yours. It makes me wish I could turn the wheels of time."
Joshua chuckled slightly, the thing was; he felt some connection to the old man, weird enough. He saw a reflection of himself, but he doubted if he would ever be up to the standards, besides he had nothing left but an already tarnished image.
This can't be real.
"I'm looking forward to your response son, here is a debit card. Just in case you need anything and when you're ready to talk and take over the business, call Mr Joe here, and he will set a place for us to meet. Hey buddy, don't forget you're a Stark." He said to Joshua.
He hovered out of the car, and he nodded his head, could it be luck? Or was it a dream? Either way, he could simply put it as real to soothe the terrible day. He set his hand into his pocket and brought out the golden premium card, just how much could be in here? He smirked, maybe it was fake.
Not too excited.
Just then his phone chimed; it was the password with some assuring text from the old man.
Mr Simon Stark: Wake up to the text tomorrow and you will realize everything that happened wasn't a dream.
Joshua: Too good to be real.
Mr Simon Stark: Did you know Flamingo sleeps standing on one leg? And have beautiful feathers? That is how really beautiful life is. Focus on the positive.
***
"Thank God Joshua, I've looked everywhere for you." She said as she strolled towards him.
"What do you want?" He asked.
"I have reconsidered. I'm worried. At least I can't let you on the street to be fed by hoodlums, or worse by street grim reapers." Pamela said,
It was at the party the guests who happened to see Joshua sleeping beside his bag the other night came towards her and were heckling her.
She could stand the fact that he was useless at home but roaming around the street as Mason's son-in-law left her with nothing but malignant insults, and fingers pointing out at her.
"I thought you don't want me back again?"
"No it's not so, it's just that I hate it when you sit all idle."
"I put in some words with my dad, and he had agreed to help you out."
"I don't need his help." He blurted harshly, knowing fully well he hated him. They were like mice and cats.
"Can you? For fuck sake! Sulk it up! Your pride will yield empty harvests. This is a starting point, it's either now or never." He glanced at the foreboding road and then rolled his eyes towards Pamela, who glared at him coldly.
Her hands to his chest as she stared up at him, Joshua loved his wife dearly and was ready to do anything for her. Her beautiful face only gets younger and tender, despite the late night and early morning at the office.
"Can you please for once listen to me." Pamela proposed her voice laced with love.
"Fine, I will think about it." He replied softly in an undertone. He was ready to start from scratch, barely believing the mumbo jumbo from the old man.
"Let me in again and I will hold this faith."
"Until you prove yourself. Now fasten the belt." She said,
They drove along the street road into the highway, the drive from North Cambie to their estate in Fraser was silent. Joshua was thinking, and he got his eyes fixed on Pamela whose eyes didn't drift from the road.
"Where are we going?" She asked.
"To Downtown, to get my stuff."
Her eyes drifted to her vibrating phone. It was her mother. She told her she would come straight home and have dinner with her and her sister that stumbled in for vacation just earlier.
"It's your mum, won't you pick it up?"
"Oh it slipped my mind, we were supposed to have dinner today, but I'm not veering around, how close are we?"
"It's beside the cathedral, pull over," He demanded and pointed crimson-coloured parking sign at one angle while he came down and walked to one corner. Pamela watched carefully, she shook her head as Joshua shifted the cartoon he used as a shroud over his luggage.
Joshua pulled the envelope out of his pocket and glanced through it.
"I don't have all night, better be fast." She pulled her face out of the window and yelled at him, reminding him that she had other engagements.
Joshua chuckled, "Let's do this in a more secluded place." He muttered to himself as he pulled it back and dragged out his luggage.
As the car sped up through the lonely nights, silence fell on the two of them again in the car.
Pamela didn't say anything, her focus was on the road, so it seems.
Joshua cleared his throat trying to break the boring silent aura, Pamela didn't even bother.
They arrived at the front of the gate, they looked up and still found Mrs Bridget Mason's lights flickering, she couldn't have gone to bed and that was an indication she was waiting for her daughter.
' Maybe she was waiting for my late-night massage.' He scoffed.
They entered the house and came to meet a brown-haired man dressed in a white tuxedo suit sitting opposite Mrs Bridget Mason as they laughed and babbled about international affairs.
"Oh, there you are. You could have called or picked up my calls. Didn't expect you to spend Friday out long."
"I went to a party."
"That's what I always tell you. You need to let it all off at a point."
"Pamela, it felt like… I don't know. You are just getting porcelain every day." The man said. He moved over to Pamala pulling her into a warm embrace like there was no tomorrow, Mrs Bridget Mason was chuckling seductively.
Joshua glanced at her and wondered if she was the same old woman because he had never seen her so loose before, yeah it is what it is, he reeked of poverty beside this high statue person.
"And who is this?" His eyes flickered to Joshua.
Just then Pamela clears her throat. "He is Joshua, my husband."
At the sound of the word husband, he snickered and neglected him holding her back as he led Pamela to the table.
It was a strike, Mrs Bridget Mason didn't expect Joshua to be back that instant, she threw him a scornful glare that would change white to black if it were charcoal.
"Oh I forgot, so he is the live-in son-in-law?" He scanned him like a robot from head to least.
"What are you doing here again?" Mrs Bridget became old and bald at the sight of him. "I thought we had this settled. No more Joshua." She whispered to Pamela.
"Here comes the most prolific brother-in-law," a blond in a pinky skimpy dress let out. Her voice like a monkey's exaggerated screams if there was anything Pamela didn't inherit was their unappealing voice.
Pamela didn't know whether to laugh or cry, after the long day she deserved some silence at home but it was servitude. Always criticizing her for marrying Joshua. As far as his eyes were concerned they were purely angelic, and it left people wondering whether he was a fallen angel.
"Mother, you could have consulted me before everything." She said, ignoring the young bachelor beside her. She was not comfortable and felt browned.
Joshua pulled out a chair for himself but a hand landed on his back.
"Can't you see we are having a guest?" He rubbed the back of his hair in embarrassment. Nevertheless, he showered a fake smile.
"I'm sorry. Forgive me, mother."
Joshua retired to his room, connected his cell phone to the charger and let out a deep sigh, leaning his back on the bed frame, a couch feels better no matter what!
He pulled out the paper along with the premium card, just who cares about a live-in son-in-law? Whether he makes his choice tonight or never.
Like that the sweet and calm serenity of sleeping in his bed came and he fell into a slumber, the day was too stressful and blissful for him as he smiled in his sleep. Just so they wait, he would become a shining star among the galaxies.
The morning sun streamed through the window to the bed. Joshua groaned and stretched his body like he hadn't done for the last few days. He reached for his phone beside him, that is where he usually left it but couldn't find it, only to realize he connected it yesterday. "Oh no, it's after eight. What happened?" On the norm, he never sleeps this late, not when he would hear a loud thud on the door from Mrs Bridget Mason waking him up very early. He wrapped his towel around his waist, he had such a built body and his abs were sexy. He had girls flocking all over him if he was to go to a brothel or the beach, even when he had nothing, they still tripped over him. At the diner, they were all seated for breakfast. Trisha along with the mother-in-law was shoving the sausage in their mouth. Pamela mouthed. She intended to break the news that Joshua would no longer be babysitting his mother again, just then he walked in and there was a glare that set the room to a lousy thunder. "Mum,
He held his head high as he stepped out of the chamber. His face twitched into a satisfying smirk that reached the corner of his chartreuse eyes. He wasn't expecting today to be as prolific as it turned out to be. Not the slightest; his charges were cleared and aside from that, being a successor of the Stark made him more thrilled. He has thought and reasoned about how to go about the boycott on him and his business but greater plans were in stock for him. "Did we see you just coming out of there?" Brandon asked, scooping the document in his hand and handing it over to the lady that stood beside him. It was Sidney, his wife she has fine lines and dusty blond hair that would have any man swoon over her, but Joshua didn't catch a glimpse of her even when she had looked at him seductively like a whore over several occasions, The patriarchs were just looking for a loop to stick their noses. The Starks were no ordinary people in the chain, a lot marvel at how they have maintained the
"I thought you'd decided to leave after everything, barely spent a day and you've started skipping days," Victoria said tugging the smooth end of the fabric that bulged out. He didn't want the nagging that the manager was throwing at him, it was as if he intentionally picked on him because he naturally hated the Masons. "And then it sucks for you to get rejected, doesn't it?" The young girl said as she darted away from him. After some good minutes, he was already stuffing the candy foam into a transparent container following Victoria's instructions. Children these days especially the ones at the museum were out of manners and that baffled him, when he was small he begged his aunt if only he could go on the school excursion but had he participated, the home treasury would be drained and that means a flat for them for days. "That doesn't make sense 'cause I'm not dead, I'm I?" He muttered as he yanked some of the sweets wrappers and tucked them frantically inside. "Joshua! That bette
The door clicked open. "You might have been wasted coming home this late. How does it feel to work your milk bone out?" Mrs Bridget said as she relaxed on the sofa her manicured leg crossed stylishly and she tuned the television set using the remote in her hand. Trisha was with her also, "Mum it's not even him, it's Pamela, his wife." She cleared, rolling her eyes. "Good evening mother," She ignored her comment. "It's so good you've found your husband a job. I don't have to sit watching him like Mona Lisa all through." She let out pacing herself into the sofa. "Yes ma'am, I tried and he didn't hesitate, happy now?" "That is a very dumb thing to do Pamela, it's an insult to the Masons now that he is working in a museum, can you remind me of his post? What he does there…" "Not now, I'm tired and worn out from the office." She dropped her bag into the seat. "Museum! You're so shamelessly supporting that minging pillock!" "Dad knows about it and it's okay since he's getting himse
She yanked the comforter from his body. "You should get to see it because you can't remain on his bad side forever." "I'm not interested." He relaxed back. Working all through and not a day off was overlapping.Pamela left the room with a hiss, curled up. He picked up his phone from under his pillow and dialled the number from last night."Mr Stark, good morning." She greeted in a low tone yawning, it shows she too had gone to bed late. "I didn't recall you informing me that your crazy plan was to create competition in the market.""Oh, that? I'm so sorry sir, it was the chairman that proposed it, it's not yet credible it's just a proposal, how did you get to know?""Words get out real quick these days, and I'm not pleased with it, if it's the publication, and I want that person nitpicking found now and then. So figure it out and deal with it.""You're right Mr Stark, I'm sorry for such poor management." She rubbed her eyes."That still doesn't count unless it's tackled down."Joshu
Laura's utterance had made to be silent during their walk to the garage. "I didn't expect you to say those things you had back there," Joshua said and her gaze snapped at him, cutting her from her thoughts. "It was nothing, I needed to let them know what they ought to believe." She peeked at him with a soothing smile. "Which was?" "Mr Joshua Stark," she called head-on with him. Her eyes didn't lie, fearless and tough. "You wanted to lay low right? How about you keep your detention from the sight of your in-law? I heard they love seeing you suffer, this won't help you in laying low as you demanded, it might be bad having such police twice even if this is minor." She cleared the gloom around him, he was curious as to how she knew about him and that he was detained. Maybe until when he has reconvened. "Yeah, you did me a huge favour. It was Sunday and I happened to stumble upon them, they had such vile expectations." "Seems the sheriff had imposed new laws, especially for the elit
"I didn't know you would show up this early, Josh, not much to do at home?" Victoria said as she raised her head, dusting the table. "It would be unruly of me to not have shown up, have you been well, over the weekend?" He rested his elbow on the table staring into her eyes. She attempts not to make eye contact with him. "Stop it, you cracker, you should try those skills there by the desk, maybe you will lure in customers and increase our earnings." She glared at him. With an apologetic smile, he sauntered to the hanger and grabbed a towel and helped her in dusting off the table. Upon seeing Harley the mocking expression on Victoria's face hastened to a generous smile. Harley shot Joshua a smug glare with apparent disdain in her eyes. Her expression was deadly serious. "Have you cleared the cracked aquarium?" She asked. She released her grip from her bag and fixed her thumb on the glass possibly checking for specks of dirty, "Who cleaned this spot?" She questioned rubbing the fa
"It's so annoying and I want it all out, the voices in my head. It's either the hard truth or the denial." Joshua's eyes warped into a miserable black. Joshua lost every tiny hope of survival, and just as he was left alone sitting near the bronze statue. He recalled his aunt Savannah. "What is your decision now Mr Stark?" He was startled by Miss Laura's voice, who would know she was there, he just saw her leaving not too long. The pressure behind his eyes released and he relaxed. "You're there Miss Laura." She walked over and sat stretching her hands over the railing. "Here… I forgot this Mr Stark, sorry for intruding." She picked up her phone. " I feel helpless and I didn't like that because it reminds me of…" he held back the screams of frustration, "this was given to me by Aunt Savannah," he held an embroidered hankie in his hand. "And just like she always said, the best revenge is massive success. But in making that decision, I have become stiff and stuck, what of the afterm
Joshua almost choking on blood, Hudson twisted the knife into his gut, he felt like he should have himself down on a cliff but on second thought he could not quite sketch out why Hudson was greedy for what was not his. "How are you going to get the Stark when it's not even yours, your identity?" Hudson curled his eyebrow right at him and then began to chuckle. "Then what? Do you think I will think of something that will just remain solely as an illusion?" He sauntered over to Joshua. , "I'm a man of my ambition." "Hudson this will be interesting as you have declared your intention." Joshua laughed, choking on blood. His heart was dark and bloody. Hudson stood there In his hand was the blood-stained dagger he raised it straight pointing at Joshua. "When you have lived your entire life claiming the identity you're not, Hudson it will be hard to live without purpose." He looked around and then back to Joshua. "That is extreme." "I know but once you're dead nothing is stopping me."
Swirling around them was a cloud of dust from the sawmill where Joshua was held hostage. When he went out to meet with Peter earlier, something came up. Peter after spending time with him induced his water with a powder, his head spun around like he'd gotten into an accident, his heart started to beat slowly like everything he had worked hard for had lost its base, and his hands wobbled his head. Banging loud like it was hit by the hardest metal. Everything was so surreal and yet so copper in his throat. What kind of liquid was he induced with? He didn't know but he knew one thing for sure, this was not a mistake or a coincidence. Peter sat at the opposite seat and watched him while everything happened unwavering, Joshua fighting for his breath was like him watching a drama, a scary one he has gotten used to at that. "I don't like to see you like this Joshua but I have no option, never trust an enemy to be your friend." Peter's voice was screechy, stretching no tension. All Joshua's
"I have an idea, Let's run the DNA test and confirm the truth about Hudson." Miss Laura contributed. "You scared the crap out of me, Miss Laura," Pamela concluded. Pamela got that served quite cold and slowly she tried to regain her strength in an oblivious way, she blinked at Miss Laura, the relationship she had with her, she was quite sure if things go out the wrong way with the DNA she will be more than screwed. Joshua with the most condescending look sipped on his drink and relaxed on the sofa. "That is brilliant, I think it will work that way." Joshua agreed. Miss Laura and Joshua almost in unison glided their sight to Pamela. "What?! You're not expecting me to get it are you?!'' She shrugged, choking on her saliva. Pamela turned to look at Miss Laura. After what happened last night she couldn't get any closer to Joshua without it being suspicious. She huffed and rested her hand to the side of her face, her head hung in a sluggish tired way on the desk and Josh
Joshua was still shocked by Miss Laura back slashing attitude toward him. "Let me see what you have there." He said and Miss Laure forwarded her iPad to him. He read through it carefully then sighed. As if knowing what was going on he stared straight at Miss Laura. "Don't be like that." "Don't be like how we have gone this far and to think that some bastard is sitting up there… if this had no impact on you. You do it does on me, I can't let Hudson take charge." She clenched her jaw and felt the electric shock rifle up her jaw. "I will see what I can do about it." "Coward." Miss Laura hissed behind his back and he left her alone in the office entry. —--- "I can't believe this,'' Hudson said and he clasped his hands together while getting closer to the lady in front of him. "What do you believe?" Pamela scoffed. "The fact that you want to have me ruined or the fact that you figure out your dream will come true." Pamela bit her bottom lips, the word hurting through her mo
Joshua flew his gaze right at the mirror where he was unbuttoning his shirt, "It has already begun." He clenched his hand around the curtain and turned to give a second glance at the west wing of the room he had allocated to Pamela while they were there together. He pulled his suitcase towards himself and then dropped it, what if there was no reason for him? Likely he won't want to go back just as he thought about it closely. Every muscle in his body throbbed. But something like a weave of the thread was dragging him back. He wouldn't be able to make it and if he turns back now it means that everything he had worked hard for during his period while staying right here in Sheffield was nothing but a wasted time. The nun Mary has to meet with her as soon as possible to figure out more in regards to his twin brother. Could Hudson be lying, his medical report didn't reveal that he had any genetic disorder. But there was a chance that he fabricated it. He had to meet the nun. And his fligh
"What is the name of the disease?" Joshua asked but the nun didn't reply to him. He put his hand against the counter with a vase and asked again. "What is the name?" His brow tint demandingly. "I'm sorry but that is all we could find, I can't pronounce it but I have everything emailed down to you. Got to take a look at it." The nun muttered. Joshua gulped, his eyes lingering relentlessly, If Joshua finds that what he thinks is true then it means. . . Well, he was too deep into his sleep with the call came in, his voice was trying to sound normal. Joshua couldn't quite think well enough. He let out a deep sigh and shifted to the side without letting the suspense die off, the nun vanished and killed the call. "Alright, Thank you, sister Mary. I quite think you have done enough." Joshua said over the phone and ended the call he dropped his phone by his side, in a toss that showed he wasn't sure what to do at the moment hen then let himself dribble his hand off his face as he fucking
Pamela swat her hand to her face, she thought they were way past that. This hurts more than she could figure, what in God's name! Even as she feels her heart slamming against her rib cage and sweat dribbling down her spine. She forced a smile on her face. "What?" "I'm reminding you, did you send the note I told you to?" Joshua showed no restraint, his voice was purely authoritative, Pamela's eyes met his folded gaze she broke before she ran her hand along her jaw scratching through it as if there was a complete cold she had met the harbinger of death. "Yes, yes of course I was just going from there. It slipped my mind that I didn't let you know." Joshua's brow rises and she takes a step back as he takes a step towards her. Joshua's hand dribbled from his side and raised to touch the lips of the Pamela jacket that she wore. "You should lay this properly." He said then turned his back. Pamela clicked her fingers to the heart of her hand. Joshua's gaze was on her
Pamela walked the entry street by the woods, she sighs as her eyes catch the bus stop not far from where she stood, her hand to her knees and her forehead dripping with sweat. She doesn't know whether to say summer in Vancouver was far better but here her whole body is soaked up. "Thank heaven there is a bus stop right there." She dug her hand into her pocket and pulled out the hole from her pocket. Her head shook, she had no single glimpse of what Joshua's intentions were when he asked her to deliver the letter and what was inside the letter might bother her to try to figure out more but she dug it deeper inside her coat. "I shouldn't look beside it's not intended for me." She shakes her head and drops her hand from her pocket. Her superficial attempt to hold everything under her baby was a kind that feels so hefty. She finds herself fitted on the bench, beside her stood men who were dressed heftily, their voices the dark chrome of their dressing. Pamela blinked up wit
"It feels like we need a safe word," Pamela said the lines around her eyes slowly fading. "I wouldn't allow it, neither of us is allowed to walk out and go the way we were before we boarded on this plane, we can't and you know how this trip is secret." "Okay pick it, what is our safe word?" Pamela anticipated tirelessly, she knew more than anyone that she got on this plane for her own reasons. Mind blown Joshua shrugs. "I'm as surprised as you are. I wouldn't know any, come on figure out one I will just have to live by the way." "What about blue for when it's right and red for when it's not," Joshua suggested, the scowl Pamela three his way we're oddly penetrative beyond his flesh. "Random as hell." "I like where this is headed already. Don't forget it's not a date." "We're going to Sheffield and they're known for their extra cautious lifestyle. It wouldn't help us last some days without getting discovered." She shrugs. Joshua grinned. "What is