Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir by Ryker Helios

My pace is swift as I make my way through the hotel, followed by Gerald and his crew of men in black suits, who were actually security personnel my father had hired ever since I was a child. I feel like I should get the hell out of this place soon because the stress and anxiety from the whole incident are starting to get to me. Tears are right behind my eyeballs and regret pangs in my chest

Suddenly, as we near the lounge, a voice comes from behind us.

“Please, Jace, stop!”

Kayla.

Anger and despair war in my heart as I debate ignoring her and continuing on, but she calls my name again and again. As much as I don’t want to talk to her, I don’t think I can ignore her.

After all, she is right next to me. She looks as panicked as Stone was, her eyes stormy, her cheeks flushed.

The security personnel move to keep her away from me, but I raise my hand, signaling them to stop.

“What?” I growl at her.

“Jace, please, you have to undo what you did to Stone’s father,” she pleads, and my heart sinks. Here I thought she was coming to apologize for the pain she caused me, “Please, you don’t understand, he won’t even be able to continue his studies without his father’s help. You can’t ruin his life like this.”

Sadness unlike any other cuts through the anger I feel, and I close my eyes shut. God, how I wish I’d never taken a liking to her.

I sigh, “No, Kayla. I will not be undoing what I did for Stone. This is the world I come from, you fuck with the wrong person, you reap the consequences of your

her eyes, “You know, I really liked you. When you talked to me, I thought, ‘finally, here is someone who might be my friend at least.’ I thought you

her lips and

done this, I could’ve given you everything you could’ve ever wanted. I could’ve made you the happiest girl in the world, and

all, you betrayed me to Stone. You’re despicable. Don’t ever contact me again,

standing in the lounge of the hotel,

the interior with a sigh of nostalgia. In all honesty, I’d missed cars like these in the last few years. The interior is warm, with light cream-colored padding and seats covered in original leather, unbelievably soft and comfortable, warm like a roasted marshmallow. In the middle of the rear seats, there is a cupholder containing two empty champagne glasses held in place, and an armrest

soon as I get settled in, the pleasant feeling of being in

the interior of the car dim ambiently. The vehicles

As we exit the hotel parking lot, Gerald awakens his voice. I turn

containing security personnel. It feels like

to go back, but after the incident today I think I should go home to pay a visit to my father and somehow get the live-streamed prank sorted. I think that is my

mom left the family when I was very younger and took me with her. I haven’t been back home in years, not even when I was struggling. I did not want my father’s help with anything, because I wanted to do it all on my

go back. But did I have a

and give him a nod, “Yes, Gerald. Take

so, we embark on the highway en route

stands, awash with gleaming lights, looking like some Hollywood star’s dream home. The automatic gates open as we near the estate, and I