Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir by Ryker Helios

20. Klang!

When I wake up the next day, I just want to dive back under the covers and sulk like a petulant teenager. The memories of last night ring in my head, causing something like a headache. But today is a day full of lectures, and if I want to make it to the King’s College university on time all the way from Clandestine city, I have to be quick.

After taking care of all my needs, I sneak out of the house through one of the back doors. Technically, I could call my own personal driver and have him drop me off at the campus.

But where’s the fun in that?

So, I take the train straight to Empire city and then use the tram to drop right at the entrance to the university.

For some time, the day went on peacefully. I attended the lectures, took notes, talked with the professors about any doubts I had, got them cleared out, and moved around the campus.

But then the lunch break came.

The cafeteria is crowded, as is the norm, and I make my way to the food court as discreetly as possible so as not to derive any attention from myself. By now, I’m aware that there is danger lurking on campus grounds, danger directed at me. And I have to do my damndest best to dodge it.

But I am only one person, and there isn’t a Gerald around to save my ass. And my luck is the shittiest on the planet.

to smell blood in the water.

as soon as I stand in the lunch line, and I feel a shuddering breath

“Hello to you too,

Usually, Stone is pretty polished, perfectly dressed, and perfectly groomed, wearing designer threads and having a swagger to his whole being. But the guy who stands in front of me looks extremely haggard. His cheeks are gaunt, and there are dark circles under his bloodshot, skittering eyes. His hair is a right mess, devoid of its usual array of styling. His clothes are in a similar state, his shirt is buttoned wrong, his

my future. You destroyed us, and all you got to say is fucking

do, but then I

brought it on yourself, Stone,” I notify him, my voice hard, “I gave you plenty of chances

a harmless prank,” he insists, and I feel

“of beating me up in the streets with your goons, calling me every name in the book, and fucking up my own life too many times than I could count. That harmless prank of yours was not all that much harmless to me! You

unforgivable too.” Stone takes a step towards me, his eyes wild, “you could’ve taken it out on me, you

have consequences,” I remind him, “you should’ve remembered that.”

is the wrong thing to say, because as soon as the words leave my

Stone pounces

weight making it hard for me to breathe. His fists rain down on my face, and the pain is so excruciating that for a second I forget to defend myself. He’s like a wild animal, his blows unfocused but strong, and through the blinding pain of getting