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 thought that you were regretful for what you did to me,” 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

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

purses her lips

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 afforded you anything you wanted. We could’ve

worse of all, you betrayed me to Stone. You’re despicable. Don’t ever

Kayla standing in the lounge of the hotel, we leave the

of the hotel, there is a brand-new luxury car parked. 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 of the rear seats, there is a cupholder containing two empty champagne glasses held in place, and an armrest that contains a tab with which you can control the interior of the

settled in, the pleasant feeling of being

car dim ambiently. The vehicles start to roll out of the hotel

awakens his voice. I turn to catch his tender gaze, “Can I

behind us, all containing security personnel. It feels like I’m back

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 duty now because nothing of that

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

not ready to go back. But

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

embark on the highway en route to

gleaming lights, looking like some Hollywood star’s dream home. The automatic gates open as