The guy on the call seemed eager to meet him, even though Ryan never heard of this guy being their family lawyer ever. However, he lived in Dayholt household for just a few months and those few months he spent in utter despair with his father roaming around like a hyena in the lone mansion.
Ryan walked to his seat, yet his feet stuck at the sight of Stacey and Amanda still arguing about the matter of his friend and Noah. Their high-pitched shriek enveloped the great hall of the restaurant while the customers near them listened to their every argument with utmost attention, as if a minister was giving an important speech. He peeked from the distance. They seized even the waiters from doing anything to stop them.
The whole place was enjoying, weird place it was. With two girls shrieking, those people should complain, yet they were interested in them more than their delicious desserts, which Ryan saw lying on the table, stranded.
Their loud grun
His feet took him back to the café even before he realized as he banged his head on the door of the café, his wondering mind settled in the door where he invited himself in. It was late, and he regretted leaving Luke alone in the shop. The café seemed crowded, though not much. His eyes hovered around to see a full family came to eat desserts with their three children and the parents themselves. He walked in to the café as he noticed another bulky familiar figure stood facing his back to him, talking to Luke in an undertone. Luke noticed Ryan came back as he greeted with a bright smile, “You back, Ryan?” Ryan nodded when the guy in front of him turned around to reveal his square face with his ash blonde pompadour. He beamed at the sight of him. “Yo, Ryan! Working good?” “Yeah, Ash-Ashton.” He saw him here for the first time since he started working, never expecting him there. Both two of his bosses were friends, but how close they were,
Two figures came wobbling around out of the dark narrow exit of that bar. The narrow stairway was too dark that one of them stumbled right at the exit while the other caught him in time. At the top of the opening, the glowing sign of ‘Moonlight pub’ shimmered through the lighting attached at the side.Luke caught his friend Ashton by his shoulder to take him to his car. Ashton was totally knocked out while Luke could barely stand. They already called a driver, and he was right at the car of Ash in the parking lot, waiting for his boss to come. He settled his friend in there while another two figures came out of the entrance of the bar. Their faces glowed in that dim green and blue light from the signboard above.The tall guy dragged a frail lad by his side, clutching hi shoulder tight while the small guy wobbled around the stairs and was falling exactly the same place the previous guy stumbled. That place must be jinxed.His figure halt
Luminous sun rays lit the concrete surface of the pavement as he walked into a large American cottage style household. The garden beside the house was large enough to play golf. Maybe the owner left it for golf playing himself. With this medieval styles of English countryside design of the house, he could tell they built it in the 1920s it 1930s.The steep roof with cross gables made this house unique to the other houses around. He wandered his eyes to see the casement windows with small panes covered in pink floral curtains along the stucco siding. The brick stones made the house blended well with the cottage design.He had never seen a house this big, though he lived in a mansion before. The place was not as good as this house, cozy yet large. They beautifully curved the arched wooden door around the borders. His eyes hovered at the corner to see a literal bell hanging at the corner there with a long string hanging down. He had to ring that bell to call
The apartment was as empty as usual, curtains flickering with the gust, caressing his raven hairs, Ryan sat on his desk, whirling a pen in-between his fingers. Papers scattered on the table, a blue diary decorated in cherry blossom print on its cover, peeked through the rustled papers. The room was chilly even with the heater on. He looked at those papers, scribbles on every paper. He wrote something like a long essay, but his handwriting was way worse to comprehend what he had written. With all those curves and scribbles in his writing, a bold black word showed itself, gloriously sitting at the top of one of the paper, maybe some title for those long pages of manuscript. He splattered some ink off his pen on the smooth papers of his diary, on the date, Feb 8th. His hands glided through the papers, writing his heart on it. “Wish you knew how much I care for you. You were
The streetlight flashed upon a black car stood ajar in that lone alley. It was just around nine o’clock in the evening, yet the road was deserted like midnight. An enormous figure sprinted in the dim half moonlight, his boot clacking against the concrete, and his black suit waved along in sync of his steps.Owen hurried to his car, marked in the street. This apartment building in this suburban area had no parking lot of their own. He had to park his car in there.The light fell upon his pale face, distressed, tapping on his cellphone to call someone, his voice worried, “Yes, I’m coming. In about ten minutes.” His hands trembled, clutching the car door as he looked behind him at the apartment building’s second floor where Ryan lived. The room was lit inside. He sighed and reached his steering wheel to take a turn and left, driving at once.His front mirror illustrated a tiny fig
***Warning******Mature/erotic content ahead. Readers read at your own discretion.*** Gust of white smoke flown in the air as he lit his cigarette, leaning on the balcony in that crack of dawn. Winds blew swiftly, ruffling his long hair sliding down to his left cheek, an old bruise peeking through the undercut on the other side rod his head, an inch long horizontal cut from his temple to the top of his ear.The balcony he stood, resided a potted plant of a purple flower whose enchanting color could please one’s mind and the fragrance pricked his nose even after he was smoking. He loved this fragrance. Every time he came there in distress, he remembered all those last memories of him, everything which he should forget. But those memories strengthen him to stand his ground and became what he was now.His bare body bent down the fence, his well built back spread across the railing and his elbows standing in the steel bar. He hovered his e
They departed for the mansion Jim referred to, the mansion where he once lived and from where he once escaped. The mansion was in a suburban area, right in the middle of the forest in Clabar town. The first owner made it to hide in the woods as they most of the times hid there or spent their exclusive life from the humankind.Ryan spoke nothing as Jim drove him through that deserted road surrounding the forest trees, shading the sunlight from coming to them. The forest lit dimly from the light coming through the thick shawl of leaves.“It’s been a long since you went there, right? Uncle told me you won’t ever agree to come. Guess he knew it right. You almost threw the mug at me.” He whimpered, driving through the straight road with no turns for over a mile according to the GPS. He knew the place as he too once lived there, but it was long before and the roads must have changed that he couldn’t see any familiar places there.
“Did he come?” an icy voice asked behind a high armchair, facing backward while a day in a black officer skirt and blazers stood upright, as if she came from a military family.“He did, sir.” She said, her voice so melodramatic that it sounded like a sarcasm.“Was it really him?” asked the male voice behind the chair. He sounded like a worn out crow, barely managing to say those words. Clearly, he was nervous. Nervous to know if the person she met was really someone he expected.“Sir. As far as I know. You asked me to search for him. And he was not near the one you described,” she said, eyeing at his boss, who turned a bit, but his face was not clear to see his expression. Her hands occupied a thick file, half opened to a page where a detailed bio data was written about someone named Ryan Welsh, which missed the crucial part of the details, his photo.
“We apologize for what happened. Stan Welsh, reportedly, was sighted in the other area and we fastened security there, but never thought it could be a trap.” Said a bulky police officer in his tidy uniform. Owen and Jim stood on either side of him, listening to him carefully. Jim furrowed his eyebrows to hear him being a murderer. “Stan was on run for several months from the mental facility. At first they hushed up the case, but later they admitted their negligence and were punished for that. He had been hiding with one of his friend whom he later killed by stabbing with a sharp piece of glass. And he dumped his body in the river after it decomposed. Neighbors complained about smell, but he scared them off.” The officer sighed to see Jim’s widened eyes, while Owen looked miserable. Jim saw Amy behind the officer, running towards them when the officer asked for his leave. He nodded, and Amy joined them. “How is he?” “Doctor said. He’s fine. Just lost too much blood and when we found
His doorbell rang as he combed his silvery hairs down to his temples. Looking excited, the person he expected all day had come and on time. The sky illuminated the dusky glow with the setting sun. His heart thumped. It was like a dream. He slapped his cheeks to get out of it, but was glad to see it was real.Ryan walked confidently to the door. This time was different. They had no feud, no disagreement, and they were just going to reconcile officially with whatever dispute they had before. The memory lane of the day he confessed came down to him. The face, he remembered, the stone face insulting his feelings. But it was a long ago.He should not dwell on that painful past and accept this present like a god sent gift. His steps staggered near the door. He took a deep breath and opened the door, his face delighted to think he was meeting him.But the moment he opened the door, his eyes found a strange man peeking at him, a man in his forties, a face
Chapter 61: Linda’s last favorThe hall filled with gloomy conspiracies of how Natalie must have killed her husband and attempted to kill his son too, just for his wealth, and stepped back from her any chance they got. Natalie glared around those people gossiping and found her daughter in a stunning white dress in the crowd, glaring at her. She never saw this kind of look on her face. It was disgust, a pure disgust that Natalie had never received from anyone.The stage was hectic, and a pair of wide hands grabbed Ryan’s neck firmly. He staggered behind. His windpipe tightened, and he felt no air inside him. These hands belonged to Lavenda, who was out of her mind, he guessed. Her blood-red eyes darting him and cursing at her top voice, he heard not much. People from beside them pulled her off when, a minute later, he found his neck released. The sudden gust of air slammed into his lungs. He felt his life coming back slowly.Jim was behind him, holdin
Chapter 60: The eventRyan looked up at the enormous chandelier hung from the white ceiling, sparkling the whole place with its mesmerizing shine. It covered the entire ceiling of the great hall of the banquet palace they hired for this event. He himself dressed up like a prince in his all white three-piece suit, a glimmering wrist watch, his grandfather gave him two days ago.His grandfather called him a day before yesterday evening suddenly to his mansion. Although not quite satisfied with this family, Ryan reconciled with him and decided to throw this event on his grandfather’s eighty-fifth birthday. He was more than delighted to hear his arrangements and Lavenda too, threw a family get together for her father but on Ryan’s request they turned it into a big event.He looked at his square golden watch. Mr. Dayholt specially ordered it from France to gift him. It was around eight o’clock and the hall was filling with their expected guests. He
Jim lunged at his feet, startling her, and he mistakenly stepped on her feet and was about to scream in shock, but Amy slapped her palm on his lips, forced to mute him. Her strength made him stagger, and his back stamped on the wall behind.Amanda, on top of him, glared at him to stay quiet. Her feet must have hurt a lot. He saw her watery eyes. The torch rolled down the ground; it lit the entire floor.The lady outside quieted down and her heels slapped against the floor further away. Amanda sighed with relief, still cupping his mouth in her palm. Jim tried to speak to tell her about the uncomfortable position they were in. His chest pressed against hers, his ears burning. He felt his torso tensing up, and wanted to push her off, but he can’t thrust her off with a person lingering outside.“Shhhhh…” she flapped her finger on her lips, “I think it’s Stephanie. She must have stayed late,” she wh
A faint caramel aroma spread through the table where Amanda sat alone. People around her gossiped on their table in their own world, trying out the delicious desserts they ordered. The walls on her side had peculiar looking arts hanging through the entire wall.Maybe art lovers will see the beauty in it, but Amy only saw some unusual blocks and colors mixed together. The owner must be a well off art lover to afford these art pieces, she reckoned when a gentle young boy, around in his teen, walked in with a tray full of desserts and served the ones she ordered.He looked as delicious as those desserts, but she had to refrain her hungry heart from doing some terrible act of flirting with a teenager. The boy left for another table and she addressed the desserts. The mouthwatering fragrance choked her. Now she understood why this place was so popular on the internet. It was far from where she worked now but a safer place in case someone eavesdrop at the
Chapter 57: New CEOA newspaper hung low over the table, stating business news over the country, and the biggest headline was about them. Natalie crushed the newspaper with her bare palm. She wished the news would crush like that, too. She breathed heavily over the paper, glaring at the headline which said, “Owen, still missing. His family does not know. Are they really his family or are they after his wealth, after all?”She finally threw the paper aside with a nasty loud grumble, stamping her fist on the polished wooden table. Pens rattled on there but the other busybody did not even flinch. Over the table, another person sat quiet. His fingers playing with his mobile, a stack of papers left untouched right beside his head.“That son of a…” Mrs. Davenport cursed in air, her eyes hovering around to find any chance to yell at something or someone. There was only her son, David, busy in his mobile, with no attention to what’s
Chapter 56: Livin’ bar“WHAT!” Bellowed Jim. His influential voice resonated through the walls and forced its entrance into Ryan’s ear, which he pressed shut, expecting this reaction. Jim gasped at the news he just received and took the seat beside him on the armchair. Eyes widened to the size of a ping-pong ball, Jim gawked at him for more information. Yet Ryan reluctantly waited for his excitement to subdue.The room filled in silence for an entire minute when Jim broke it. “What that cracked nut came here for!”“What nut?” Ryan asked. The words he said sounded foreign to him. He rested himself on the armchair beside Jim.“Cracked nut not walnut,” Jim corrected him, thinking how could he hear cracked nut, a walnut. But the topic was what Owen was doing here. Of all places, how could he know his residence and what about the confidentiality procedure they applied? It was nonsense to think of him
Chapter 55: In the family album“Onto our next hot topic. The Davenports found a traitor in themselves. The cars they were supposed to use in their new big project of racing course next city, they used for extra profit. And according to sources, the CEO of Dayholt, who still kept us in the dark, not revealing his identity, had no knowledge of this scam he received. Mr. Owen Davenport made no statement regarding this issue, yet this morning, sources said he went missing. His secretary, Ms. Stephanie, went to say her last goodbye to him at his apartment and she found no one while he should at least be hiding in his room.” Said a blonde Latina woman flaunting her wide chest and smiling vaguely, as if trying to seduce her audiences. She somehow reminded him of Linda, same gesture, same voice tone she used while she talked about how much she like him.Thinking of her, he realized how long it was that she stopped contacting him. She was like a bugging insect, pes