Devon POV: "You are now nothing but a mad woman with no one to call her own," I said to Mrs Wilson as I turned away from her angrily. "Oh!" I exclaimed, just remembering something. "Speaking of nothing to call your own," I said and turned back to Mrs Wilson. "I hinted something to you that time didn't I?" I questioned Mrs Wilson. She glared at me with clear hatred in her eyes. Mrs Wilson did not say a word in response. "Your son Alex is against you today and as for your other son, well," I paused and looked over at Alex. "Your other son, Alex's elder brother and my younger brother, he is dead," I added. Alex looked shocked but untouched. Mrs Wilson on the other hand looked even angrier but somehow the anger changed to a sneer and her eyes looked away."What you don't know, Devon is how to issue threats that will reach the victim's heart." Mrs Wilson said and then looked directly into my eyes. I didn't break the eye contact either. "I do not have a heart, Devon. If I could send
Mrs Wilson POV: I felt something coming in contact with my body and then rubbing against me. I opened my eyes just to realize that there was suddenly someone in the basement with me. That same person was losing the ropes I was tied with. "What the hell? Who are you?" I asked in surprise. "I cannot allow Devon to kill you. I can't let him make such a mistake of becoming someone like you." the person said as he continued to only me.I knew that voice. The person finished and I got up, rubbing my right hand on my left wrist and then vice versa. I looked up to see that it was my son Alex standing in front of me. "You have to leave this place," Alex said to me. I was surprised that Alex of all people was helping me to escape. I knew this was too good to be true and so as he led the way to the door of the basement, I quickly grabbed something heavy and hit him on the head with it. "What are you doing?" Alex asked me, barely getting the words out of his mouth. "I cannot take any cha
I watched in horror as the chair I had gotten Mrs Wilson ties up to, stayed vacant in front of my eyes. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to see Jason standing behind me and staring in shock at something. I turned in the same direction he was staring and my heart skipped a beat at the sight of it. Alex was lying in blood with his skull smashed at one side. I felt my legs weaken but I remained standing. "Wh... What happened here?" Jason asked in a whisper. I didn't understand it. How was all this possible? How did this happen right under our noses? I clenched my fists. The hatred I had towards Mrs Wilson mounted inside of me. "Tell my driver to get my car ready. He's outside and always stays close by so he shouldn't be difficult to locate." I said to Jason. "What are you going to do?" Jason asked me. "Something I should have done a long time ago," I answered and walked off before Jason could say a word more. I entered my room and found a gun I hate and kept away for a whil
Mrs Wilson POV: Devon, unlike he had planned, was now the one at my feet. I walked towards him as he kept crawling backwards on the floor with one arm as support. Devon's other arm was bleeding as a result of the shot I made at him and now I would finally have the last laugh."I'm sure you never expected things to turn out this way," I said to Devon. "You will not get away with this! I will make you pay!" Devon yelled. I shook my head, "I don't plan on holding you hostage this time Devon. Goodbye!" I said to Devon. I heard my gate suddenly open and I looked up to see officers rushing in while I still stood pointing the gun at Devon. I smiled and then turned to Devon. I knew the officers will forever be controlled by me. "I guess your dead body will be taken away and buried by the officers when I'm done with you," I said to Devon. "Stop! You are under arrest for attempted murder!" an officer shouted. "No. He will not be going to prison. I want him dead this time. I will not mak
Jason forced his way through and two hefty men shut the door behind him and blocked the door from being passed by others. "What's going on here?" I asked Jason, a bit in panic. "Devon you've made it! You have finally made it big. No, you made it fat!" Jason said to me. "What? I don't understand what you are trying to say." I told Jason. "You are mad rich! Crazy rich! Bastard rich! You have a quintillion dollars in your name! The first ever to be discovered!" Jason shouted in excitement. My eyes widened in shock, "how?!" I asked in amazement. "I was shocked too but it was true!" Jason shouted and shook me back and forth with his hands on my shoulders. "Ouch!" I shouted. "Oh, sorry," Jason said and then took deep breaths trying to calm himself down. "So can you now explain to me?" I asked Jason. "No-no-no," Jason answered. "Mr Wilson's lawyer will explain everything better," Jason told me. "You mean late Mr Wilson's lawyer?" I asked, unsure of what I heard him say. "Yes," Ja
We all sat down, except the bodyguards who remained standing. "So what is all the going on? And my friend here said something about quintillion. I don't understand anything that is happening." I said to Mr Hamilton. "Calm down sir. You will understand it all soon enough. I will explain it to you." Mr Hamilton said. "You see, Mr Wilson had always been a close friend of mine. He shared all his plans with me and I was a loyal and good enough friend to keep all he told me secretly. I knew about the switch since the beginning." Mr Hamilton said to me. "What switch?" I asked Mr Hamilton. "The switch that was made at your birth. You are the son of Mr Wilson. He soon found out about you but only after his wife had already killed your parents." Mr Hamilton explained. "He knew who I was this entire time?!" I exclaimed. "Yes." Mr Hamilton answered. "But then why didn't he say or do anything? He just let me live in poverty! He let me live with someone I thought was my uncle and he didn't
"Let's just make the most of it while we still can," Jason suggested. "How do you mean?" I asked Jason. "You have a quintillion dollars cooling in your account. What do you mean how?" Jason asked me. I got what he was trying to say, "I'm not sure if it's in my account or still in Mr Wilson's account. After all, I was only told that I had a quintillion dollars in my name." I said to Jason. "Then we should ask the bodyguards about it," Jason replied. "They are just my bodyguards. What would they know?" I questioned Jason. "Let's just ask. You'll never know till you try." Jason said to me. "Call them over and ask," Jason added. I did as Jason said and called them over, "about the money I have in my name, do any of you guys know if it's in my bank account or Mr Wilson's bank account?" I asked the bodyguards. "It has already been transferred into your account hours back sir." one of the bodyguards answered me. That was fast... "See? They knew. So let's go." Jason said, excitedly.
Just as I said that to Jason, I received a call. "Who is it?" Jason asked me. "I don't know. It doesn't say." I answered Jason. I answered the call and placed the phone on my ear, "hello?" I said. "Hello, Devon. How is your new life treating you?" the caller said. I recognized the voice to be Grenade's and I parked the car. "You bastard. Where are you?" I said to Grenade. "Who's that Devon?" Jason asked again. "It's Grenade," I answered Jason. "By the tone of your voice, I can tell you already know." Grenade said to me. "Yes, I know! How long did you think you could hide your real personality? So you were working with Mrs Wilson the entire time?!" I replied. I heard Grenade laugh from the other side of the phone, "I was once loyal but where did that get me? Nowhere! I worked next in command to Mr Cranston and what did that old fool do?! He gave all his money, all his property, to some newbie!" Grenade yelled. "And you. You of all people! You got all that and didn't even thin