"Bastard! Did you just do that to my mother?!" Xavier asked me. After I turned to face him to give an apology, Xavier threw a punch at me straight in the face. The mop in my hand fell off and I almost fell.I held on to my aching nose which seemed broken to me and I kept looking back at Xavier with a bleeding nose. I wished so bad that I could reciprocate what he just did to me but I couldn't. I knew my goal in this house and I wasn't going to ruin it for anything.I held back my anger and took every insult thrown at me. I have made it this far so why spoil everything now?"You are lucky that I am in a good mood today or else worse things could have happened right here and right now. Clean all of this up before I give you the beating you so rightfully deserve!" Xavier ordered me."Yes sir," I replied and got on my feet. "You should be happy that you only got off this with a punch to the face." Mrs. Wilson said to me."The next time you repeat this things will get brutal," she warned.
"Shh!" the maid signaled for me to keep it down."What the hell are you doing inside my room?" I asked her."I just wanted to keep you company and make sure you enjoy your night here. You have been working so hard," she answered me."How am I your business? Get out of my room now or else the entire house will know what you are up to." I threatened her."I doubt you would do anything of the such. The Wilson brothers will jump at any chance to fire you. Stressing you this way was just a game which they are still playing and waiting for you to quit." the maid said."How do you mean?" I asked. I knew that the maid was stating the fact but I still had to act like a clueless house boy in front of her and the others."They are both jealous of you. They used to be the center of attention before they left. And after they returned they expected the same but then you showed up." the maid said and got off my bed. She came closer to me and rubbed her hand softly on my chest. I slapped her hand of
"My night?" I asked Mrs. Wilson."Yes Devon, how was your night?" she replied to me."My night was fine?" I answered like I was asking myself a question.Mrs. Wilson and Alex smile while Xavier watched from the side with his usual straight face. I saw Tamira approaching and she joined the gathering."What is going on here?" Tamira asked, trying to comprehend what was happening.Alex and Mrs. Wilson parted and the same maid which was in my room last night stepped forward. At that instant, I realized that what was going to happen next was already the end of me."Tell them what you told me." Mrs. Wilson said to the maid, maintaining her gaze on me."It happened that last night I got thirsty and I left the maids' room to get water from the kitchen. I saw the houseboy there and out of my kindness I went to ask him what he was looking for because maybe I could help." the maid said and wiped off her fake tears."And what else happened next. Speak up." Mrs. Wilson urged the maid as I stood si
His words hit me like a rock. I felt the good in this man and had just a little time to enjoy his company. I have never gotten such good vibes from meeting someone for the first time before but now that I have..."Sir. Are you saying that no one else knows about this?" I asked Mr. Wilson."Yes. I'm too scared of what might happen if I tell them. Tamira in particular will be so shattered. I am her everything. Who will be there for her when I'm gone?" Mr. Wilson answered.I don't know why but I held on to this man's hand and looked directly at his face. "Mr. Wilson, I will take care of Tamira. You can be sure of that." I said."I know you will not disappoint but I would rather you don't." Mr. Wilson said."Why not sir?" I asked him. "Just look around you. This is a big mansion and at the same time filled with not just my family but also workers who might despise you for what happened here today. It is obvious that my wife and two sons want to make your life miserable." Mr. Wilson said
"You want to start your foolish partying habit here as well?" Xavier asked Alex."It's not foolish. You don't expect me to put on a strict face like you all the time. I mean, there are ladies there. You gotta let loose." Alex said to Xavier."That's enough boys." Mrs. Wilson intruded before it could turn into something else. "Alex, why do you want to take the houseboy to a party?" Mrs. Wilson asked."Mother you of all people should know why. I always bring entertainment with me to parties and this time it's going to be a houseboy making a fool out of himself." Alex said.They all discussed me like I was nothing like I wasn't even there in the room with them in the first place. "Follow me," Alex said and left the room. I followed him as he said and we arrived at his room."Wait here," he said and went into his room. It didn't take long before he came out and locked the door. "Follow," Alex said and I was doing just that. We went outside and he made me sit in his car with him. After a
I opened my eyes only to find myself in an abandoned and uncompleted building. I had no clue of what was happening or why and how. All I knew was that I had to leave that place irrespective of how I got myself there.I don't even remember anything that happened in the bar. Only that I was drinking a lot on Alex's orders. Did I get drunk? Maybe that's how I got here. I wanted to stand up but I couldn't do so or move my hands either.I looked at myself through a bit blurry eyes and slowly as I struggled to see everything was finally clear. I saw myself tied to a chair and my hand tied behind my back.Who did this to me? I would not have been able to do it to myself. Especially not in a drunken state."Hey! Who's there?!" I shouted. No answer came. "Damn it! How did I get here?! Who tied me up?!" I shouted again but still, no answer came.After some time I started to hear footsteps in the building, "Boss. He's awake." someone said. "Who's there?!" I asked once more. I felt a hand slap
"Huh? Why not?" Tamira asked, unexpectant of my words. "Why can't you get new clothes?" she asked again. "It's not by my choice. It's just that Mrs. Wilson... ""Mrs. Wilson what?" I got interrupted. Both I and Tamira watched her mother approach us. "What were you going to say, peasant boy?" Mrs. Wilson questioned. I stood there with my head bowed. "I can see you are starting to grow horns of your own. Were you just about to lie with my name?" Mrs. Wilson asked me. "I'm sure that is not the case mom. I was just asking him to take a bath and change his clothes. I want to take him shopping for more clothes. He's been wearing a single one since the day he started working here." Tamira said to Mrs. Wilson. Mrs. Wilson laughed, "New clothes for the houseboy? And why? You said it's because he has been wearing the same clothes since he started working here." Mrs. Wilson said. "Yes, that is right mom. I mean, how can he be... ""Quiet Tamira!" Mrs. Wilson interrupted. "Tell me, is there
I shut the door and my grip on the door handle was maintained. I held it so tight and watched my veins popping out. Who are they to decide my fate? Who told them a lowlife will always amount to nothing? I may be poor now but my future will surpass whatever it is they think that they own. Let them enjoy their riches for now. They should enjoy it all because none of it will last long in their hands. Once I discover every secret, every hidden truth of theirs, my life will go up to the next level. Marrying Tamira is only the doorway, my main goal has not been uncovered yet but when it is... Even your connections are worthless before my feet. I looked at the spaghetti in my other hand and smiled. I let go of the door handle and sat down on the side of my bed. I stabbed the center of the plate with the fork and turned it, gathering a lot of spaghetti unto the York, and lifted it to my mouth and ate. It tasted delicious and that is how my victory over my mother's killers will taste. I
"Okay. I'll go now." I said to mother. "Be careful," she replied as she waved at me. I went from enough and then hid among the trees before changing into city clothes. I found my eyes in the city and although I was amazed at what it looked like, I felt familiar with it. I breathed in some air and then coughed. What was that? I turned and saw a car. Smoke was coming out of the other end. I ran away from it and I almost got hit by another one which was passing by. I ran out of the way and after I did, I saw the car reverse and stop. A door opened and I ran into hiding. I watched from my hiding spot as a man came out of the car and began to yell. "Tamira," he said. I watched him give up and return to the car. The car drove away and I came out of where I was hiding. Was that man going to run me over on purpose? And how crazy can the people here get? Just came out and shouted then returned to his car. Strange. I strolled around the city, making sure not to forget the road I took to
... *FLASHBACK* TAMIRA POV: Mrs Wilson jammed me off the road and as my car crashed, some part of it jammed into my stomach. I crept out of my car in great pain. I already regretted trying to escape on my own in the first place but maybe it's better than another day with that witch. I lay on my back on the floor and the last image I saw was Mrs Wilson's face staring down at me as she stood over me triumphantly. My eyes shut down and all around me was nothing but darkness. *After that moment*I opened my eyes and found myself in a strange place. "Where... Where am I?" I questioned as I sat up and placed my palm on my aching forehead. I looked around from where I was seating up and saw that I was in some sort of shelter that looked like huts from tribes in the old days. I tried to get off what I took to be the bed but my stomach pains struck and I screamed. A woman ran into the hut."Are you alright?!" she exclaimed. I shifted away from her as she stepped closer. "Who are you?" I a
"Devon stop! Stop it!" Jason shouted and dragged me to himself. I began to punch Jason in the stomach but Jason held me tight in a hug. Tears escaped my eyes and soon I weakened. "I love her so much Jason. How can I live without her? What good is the money without her?" I whispered. I knew Jason was in pain from the punches I gave him but he did not bring it up, "you have to let her go Devon. You have to." Jason said to me, softly and I cried. "She is not dead. And I will find her." I said. I parted from Jason and looked at Mrs Wilson one last time. "Let's go," I said to them and turned away, heading out of the building. It was another one-hour drive before I reached what was now known to be my mansion instead of the Wilsons'. Mr Hamilton had already gone back home. I was about to walk into my home when Jason stopped me, "if you want I can stay back. Just to keep you company." Jason said to me. "Thank you. But I think I'll stay alone." I replied. Jason stood there until I closed
With the speed I was in, it didn't take long before I reached the police station. I hopped out of my car and pushed away the officer who wanted to approach me. I passed the gates and entered the main building. "Where is she?!" I asked the first officer I saw in the police station. "Where is who?" he questioned me. "Mrs Wilson! Where is she?!" I answered. "Why are you looking for her sir?" the officer asked me, not minding how I barged in. I left the officer standing there and went in to look through the cells. "I know you are here Mrs Wilson Wilson! Show yourself right now!" I shouted. I searched all the cells but failed to find her. I came out and walked straight to the officer I had left and I grabbed him by the collar. "How come she is not in there?! So you people dared to release her?! Die she find extra money to bribe you with?!" I yelled at the officer. "Call down sir!" the officer exclaimed. "You dare tell me to calm down?!" I replied, ready to throw a punch at his fa
"Me Devon Wilson." someone among them said my name. All the people present in the meeting got up and did not stop staring at me. "We never thought we would be in the same room with the next big thing," he spoke again. "Yes. The next big thing." Mr Hamilton said and walked towards me. After reaching where I was, Mr Hamilton saw Gale and Jason standing t the door. Mr Hamilton glared at Gale and then turned to me, "Sir what are you doing here?" Mr Hamilton asked me. "I came to ask you about Tamira," I answered. "Right now? Mr Devon, I thought I already told you about it. What happened in the past." Mr Hamilton said, almost in a whisper. We both spoke in a tone that we wouldn't be heard by the people from the meeting. "Not that Mr Hamilton. I need to find her right now." I said to Mr Hamilton. "What?!" Mr Hamilton exclaimed and then placed his hand over his mouth when he realized he shouted it. "Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen." Mr Hamilton said and came out of the meeting room wit
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
"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.
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
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