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.

sigh, “No, Kayla. I will not be undoing what I did for Stone. This is the world I come from, you fuck

me, I thought, ‘finally, here is someone who might be my friend at least.’ I thought

purses her

I trusted you. Had you not done this, I could’ve given you everything you could’ve ever wanted. I could’ve made

my head, “But no. You betrayed me. And worse of all, you betrayed

of the hotel, we leave

It’s a Mercedes Benz Maybach S class model, sleek grey in color with the surface gleaming as if it had just been bought. Gerald opens the door for me, and I sink into 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

pleasant feeling of being in a nice car evaporates as the

to me, and the lights in the interior of the car dim ambiently. The

hotel parking lot, Gerald awakens his voice. I turn to catch his tender gaze, “Can I finally

of SUVs driving behind us, all containing security personnel. It feels like I’m

my father and somehow get the live-streamed prank sorted. I think that is my duty now because nothing of that sort related to

I am comfortable with the very idea of going back. There is a reason why 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

to go back. But

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

we embark on the highway en route to Clandestine

us much time to reach the family estate, where the massive residence that belongs to my father, a modern villa that reflects his wealth, his business empire stands, awash with gleaming lights, looking like some Hollywood star’s