Adrianna opened her eyes slowly. Her head was pounding, she felt weak and sick to her stomach. She lay on a hard single bed. The room was dim,there was a glimpse of light from a tiny window at the far corner of the room. She shivered as the cold crept into her bones. She lifted her hands to wipe her burning eyes but could not. They were tied behind her back and so were her legs, bound together at the ankles. She tried to scream but her throat was too dry, only a hoarse whisper left her lips.
She could feel a sway , a gentle rocking motion beneath her body. She lifted herself up and hopped to the window. She could see the night sky. The stars looked beautiful and the moonlight eluminated a small part of the room. she could hear waves, the cal sound of the ocean. Her eyes shot open in shock, She was in the middle of the ocean.
Adrianna became frantic, her heart pounding, she let out a hoarse scream. A shrill cry escaped her lips. Jomping up and down she created a thuddin
John looked at his phone. Still no word from Sky. He grew anxious. It has already been 24 hours and still no details regarding her request.Alex looked at him from his desk. He knew his boss was worried. Shy had not been to work for a few days. Before and after kidnapping his wife. There were no interactions on the clone phone and there was no location that could be retrieved for her.Johns heart sunk thiking about what condition his wife must be in. As he woke up and paced the office, Alex updated him on the situation with the Walters family.Patricks results were in and her had only 3 months left to live. At first he thought it was a lie, a gimic but it was proven to be very much true. He felt deeply sorry for the old man and really regretted pulling his grandmother-in-laws history. Although he wanted to seek revenge on those who had wronged them he also need to be compassionate.Would Adrianna love him if he ruined everyone's reputation? even if he did it from
John exited the taxi at the driveway of the hotel. He looked at the building with a fresh set of eyes. It was exquisitely built,the finest architecture he had seen in all his life. It was a victorian style building. The building was atleast 22 stories high , The ivory white exterior with honey glow trimmings made it elegant in the sun or the moon. No matter the lighting the building stood out.He saw the lincoln pull up just outside the entrance and Old Mr Walters stepped out, giving the valet guy the keys. John walked up the stairs just behind him. He watched as Patrick was greeted politely and ushered to a private seating area.As John walked following behind , the waitor stopped him in his tracks. Patrick turned around to look at the scene unfolding in front him.''Why are you following me, this is for the elite guests only'', the waitor said coldly.John wanted to ask him if he knew who he was when he saw the waitor wink.''I
''You have my word''.John watched as Old Mr Walters received the bill and took out a wad of one hundred dollar bills to pay for their dinner. John took out his wallet, He took out the three crisp hundred dollar bills and added it to Patricks generous amount.''No son, dinner was on me. It is only appropriate since I had invited you here'', Patrick spoke in a gentle tone. He genuinely meant well.''It is only respectful for me to contribute, sir'', John replied coolly,''It can add to the tip for the splendid service received by he waitor tonight''.Patrick smiled and nodded slightly. He was mosed impressed by John's ethical manor, he was born to be a leader. He knew it from the day he was born. He knew it as he watched him grow up secretly. He di not expect to gain his son-in law so soon, but it was in deed a blessing in disguise.John smiled at the old man in front of him,he was baffled by the gaze he received from his wrinkled eyes. It was if he
*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*The knock was loud in quiet night. It was only eight in the afternoon but John knew that everyone would be gone to bed. The rules had always been lights out at 7h30pm sharp. He also knew that the head mistress would be gone for the day, leaving only the night nanny and janitor who lives in the orphanage. He stood out side patiently waiting for and answer but it was still silent. He picked up the door knocker once more and was about to release it when the door abruptly jerked open. He was greeted by the always smiling Janitor. His face was wrinkled and worn out with age. He was in his mid forties when John was sent to the orphanage,now being in his late sixties almost seventies he was still so warm and humble as before. He was reluctant to let john enter but after a brief moment he opened the door slightly allowing John to squeeze himself in.He watched John with his failing eyesight as John entered in. Closing the door behing John he motioned hi
''Mr Paul, please do not worry about all that, lets just cut this deal. It will be our secret. No one even needs to know I was here''. John said the words slowly letting it sink into the old mans head. He needed that information. He needed to know his past in order to find himself. He watched the old mans face it was unchanged. He could feel that there was something that was holding him back from accepting this deal, all he could do now was hope that this little old man will take the deal. After moments of silence Mr Paul spoke,'' I accept your deal''. Although he accepted the deal, John could still sense the reluctance in his voice. John pulled out his phone and messaged Alex. Arrangements for the transfer was made within minutes. The old mans phone rang and he answered immediately looking at the number on the screen. It was the state care facility. After a brief conversation his lips curled in a smile. His sadness looked like they we
John stared at the pages in front of him. The letter still in hand. He could not believe his eyes. What was really going on here. Is this the reason , Mr Paul was so reluctant? But why? What else is there to know?This information was just straight forward, except the part of letting him out on the street. That was just cold.I have been watched all my life. In secret.I have been shown the cold shoulder on purpose. I was rejected on purpose. Although the truth hurt , it was benificial to him in many ways. All these years he felt broken and alone, was a purpose act for him to gain his independance. Why would they want to hide this from him?John gathered the papers and put the into the folder again.He got up off the floor slowly. His legs were now numb and cold. He jiggled and kicked his legs out a few times to wake it up, trying to be as silent as possible. He looked at the folder onve more before tucking it back into the cabinet. He had read all its contents to the ful
''TEMPORARY STAY''John looked at the words . It triggered his curiousity. He started to read the document.''Alexander Cane Jenkins''''Age 8''''Parents- Mr and Mrs Jenkins of 21 Wallaby close''.''Temporary stay as arranged with Mr and Mrs Smith''.''Mission-befriend John Smith. Create bond of friendship and offer comfort''.''Will be removed once John has adapted, upon instruction from Mr and Mrs Smith''.''Alexander Cane Jenkins, not to be in the system for adoption''.John's eyes were wide as saucers. He just could not believe his eyes. His only best friend was a set up. His only best friend is his personal assistant.He closed the folder between his hands and an envelope fell down between his legs. He leaned over and picked it up.''Omg,someone has been digging through files'', John could here Mrs June panic.''It was about time, June'', Mr Paul put his hand on her shoulder,''You can com
'John, It is time for you to know''These words were like music to his ears. He left the letter on the table and looked into their eyes. There were no more fear, just shame and regret.It was already 2h30 pm. John was now looking at the big grandfather clock at the corner of the room. He knew he didn't have much time. AHe needed to know.''Lets cut to the chase. Time is running out'', John spoke impatiently.They looked at each other and then John.''Son, I want to start by saying sorry. Sorry on behalf of your parents. They did what they did to protect you. We all were just looking out for your best interest. You were the billion dollar baby'', Mr Paul spoke with a distant look in his eyes as if remembering a far off memory.Mrs June touched his hand in reassurance that he was doing the right thing.He continued,'' It all started before you were born. There was a a rift between your father and his brother. Your grandmothe