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.

of course, the sharks start to smell blood in

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

my nemesis, “Hello to

widen as I take the man in. 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 pants

he demands, “Look what you’ve done to me. To my family, and my future. You destroyed us,

Gerald do, but then

gave you plenty of chances to leave me alone, but you kept pushing and pushing until you broke past the limits.”

prank,” he insists, and I

year of harassment,” I point out, “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 played with my trust and

step towards me, his eyes wild, “you could’ve taken it out on me, you didn’t have to go

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

say, because as soon as the words leave my mouth, on me,

Stone pounces

on my chest, his 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 my head pommeled, I manage to shove him off me and scramble to my feet. But Stone does not give up. He charges towards me, murder in his