Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir by Ryker Helios

Chapter 6

I don’t want to go there…

My father and I didn’t talk much that night. The level of awkwardness between us was embarrassing. I knew that he was nearly bursting with all the questions he wanted to ask me and all the things he wanted to tell me. Our relationship was never the best, but I don’t think it’s been this strained. Father tells me that we both need to handle this carefully, so he will be giving me enough space.

Fine by me. I am in no hurry to venture through this particular no-man’s land.

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The next morning, I’m mildly startled by the unfamiliar surrounding as I wake up but before I can panic the memories of the night before flood my mind. I sit silently on the bed as I go through them, one by one as not to overwhelm myself. The hurt I feel is significantly less, but not enough to be called faded.

I really don’t want to go to school today. I don’t want to face whatever awaited me there.

But the other choice was to stay here in this house and face my father.

The choice is easy when comparing the options.

Dressing up in my normal university clothes, I silently collect my bag to slip out of the house. The mansion is far more beautiful in the morning light than in the night, and I feel a pang as it brings forth past memories that I’d rather keep buried.

My plan to sneak out of the house is, however, crushed by Gerald, who stands near the front doors, shooting me knowing glances.

I sigh, “It’s too early for this.”

Young Master,” Gerald replies haughtily, “I’m just here to give you a ride to

automatically, “And

Good luck,” he snorts,

on his heel and walks away. I walk to follow

take it out. Who is calling me at

is Jace Greyson,”

“My name is Lucinda, and I don’t know if you recognize me, but we went to the same high school and I was

a

How

of the Annual Alumni Association meeting happening later this afternoon. You failed to make

I mutter, remembering the call from last

worries. Please try to make it this year, there are a lot

night. She rattles off the address of the venue and makes me promise that

there, especially after the death of my mother in my junior year. I was a right mess after her passing, from which I still haven’t recovered. Regrettably, I’ve turned to numbing my feelings in order to function properly. I

protested any of his attempts to help, and eventually broke contact with him. I did not want him or his family to be associated with me. I tried to do the same with Gerald, but that was for naught. Nothing

and meeting, but I am quite curious about my

what the hell, I think, what’s the

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