Chris’s POVThe ride to my parents’s mansion was not so smooth. There was a lot of traffic and the weather was awful.The sky was very gloomy and there was a drizzle that seemed never-ending.When we finally arrived, the driver honked the horn as we waited for the gate to be opened. Only a few seconds after the honk, the gate slid open automatically.The anxiety that I had had tripled and I tried to focus on my breathing. Did it work? Not really, but I kept trying anyway.The car came to a stop not far from the front porch of the luxurious mansion. The door was opened for me and I got down, glancing around.A fountain was in the middle of the compound, the sound of running water filling my ears. The flowers and bushes were well-trimmed and the house itself looked like it had gotten a fresh coat of paint.I didn’t need to worry about my luggage, I knew that one of the guards was going to take care of it.I expected my father to be waiting for me but he was not, I saw no sign of him. I
Chris’s POVMy father regarded me for a moment, his expression unreadable as he weighed his options. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he reached out and clasped my hand firmly in his own. “Deal,” He declared, a hint of resignation lacing his voice. It was clear that he was not entirely thrilled with the arrangement but he knew that he had little choice if he wanted to salvage what remained of his legacy. Relief washed over me as the weight of the decision lifted from my shoulders. I had achieved what I set out to accomplish, I mean it was what I initially had planned to accomplish but it was good nevertheless. I had just secured a significant stake in my father’s empire and positioned myself as a key player in its future. But even as I celebrated this victory, a nagging doubt lingered in the back of my mind. I was scared that I was going to mess this up, but I had to keep being hopeful. “When will the paperwork be drawn up?” I asked him. “Before the end of the day,” He
Chris’s POVMy mother faltered for a moment, her facade of composure crumbling before my eyes. “You don’t understand, it’s so much deeper than that. And how did you even get to know about William.” She said the name as if it was a ticking bomb. “Let’s say that I do understand, I know everything that I need to know. I know what you guys did to him,” I told her in a monotone. “You all took away everything that he had worked so hard for and sent f*cking people to kill him?” I raised my voice, feeling the anger rising. “I…” “No, you guys are the reason I was raised by you monsters!” I spat. “And the reason that my mom is dead and I would never get to know her.” My voice was choked with emotions and my heart felt very heavy. She recoiled as if struck by my words, her face contorted with anguish. “Chris…” She wet her lips. “I guess that you know the truth, but do know that those things needed to be done. Life isn’t for the weak, and your real parents were weak; life only dealt with them
Chris’s POVI took a moment to gather my thoughts, composing myself before speaking. “Of course,” I replied, my tone measured. “First and foremost, I want to address the recent rumors and accusations that have been circulating. Yes, there have been some… unsavory claims made against my family. But I want to assure everyone watching that these allegations are completely unfounded. They’re not true.” The host nodded, her expression encouraging. “So you’re saying that these accusations are nothing more than baseless gossip?” The truth was on the tip of my tongue, I badly wanted to tell her and the world everything; about how my wife had been tortured and threatened over and over all because she was digging in their graveyard, trying to find some of the secrets they had buried. But of course, I did not. “Exactly,” I affirmed. My voice was steady. “My family has been the target of malicious rumors for far too long. But I’m here today to set the record straight. The truth is, my father d
Chris’s POVIt was a few months later and I was on the private jet, flying over London with Fallon, Aunt Maze, William, and Linda. We were headed over there for the trial. Six months sure flew in the blink of an eye. Things were better with Linda and me, and honestly, I think she had grown fond of Meghan. Or maybe she had just learned to tolerate her because of the unborn child. But things had been way less dramatic over the time that had passed. I also had gotten to know Willaim a bit better. We went places together and became much closer. I still intended to get even closer to him, he was my Dad, and I wanted that relationship to be built as fast as I could. I had thought that the trial was going to be held in China but they decided that London was going to be the best place. This made me anxious because it was like a human fighting a shark in the water. London was my adoptive father’s playground, it was his element, and I feared that all of this was going to be for nothing. Fal
Chris’s POVThe air in the courtroom crackled with tension as my words hung in the air, echoing off the walls like a thunderclap. All eyes turned to my father, who sat frozen in his seat, his face drained of color as he stared back at me in disbelief. For a moment, the room was silent, the weight of my accusation lingering in the air. Then, chaos erupted as the gallery erupted into a frenzy of murmurs and whispers, the sound swelling to a deafening roar. My father’s lawyer sputtered with indignation as he protested my accusation. “You honor, this is preposterous!” He exclaimed, his voice tinged with desperation. “Mr. Kingston is being falsely accused by his own son! This is an outrage!” But the judge’s gavel pounded against the wooden desk, cutting through the noise like a knife. “Order in the court!” He thundered, his voice booming across the room. “You will have your chance to respond to these allegations in due time. For now, I suggest you remain seated and allow the witness to
Chris’s POVMy father seethed with rage, his face contorted with fury as he struggled against hi lawyer’s grasp. His eyes bore into mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine, but I refused to back down. “You think you’ve won?” He snarled, his voice dripping with venom. “You may have the courtroom fooled, but I will never let you take what is rightfully mine. You will regret ever crossing me, Chris!” Karma was a beautiful thing. This man had been planting seeds of evil over and over, but now that he’s reaping what he sowed, he’s mad about it.Although his words made me a bit anxious, I held my ground, refusing to be intimidated by his empty threats. “It’s over, Dad,” I replied calmly, meeting his gaze with steely resolve. “The truth is out, and justice will be served. You can’t hide from the consequences of your actions forever.” “Don’t f*cking call me that,” He spat the words at me before allowing himself to be pulled away by his lawyer. As for my mother, she only sta
Linda’s POVMy heart skipped a beat at the revelation, the gravity of the situation sinking in. The Kingstons had vanished without a trace, the police had no way of knowing where they were. I wanted to ask how that was even possible. But I already knew the answer to that. Power, money, and influence. They had found a way to disappear because of who they were. “What do you mean disappeared?” Chris demanded, his voice smeared with urgency. “How could a prison transport vehicle just f*cking disappear?” Sergeant Thompson’s tone remained solemn. “We are still trying to ascertain the details, but it appears to have been a deliberate act. We suspect foul play.” “Of course, there was,” I heard Fallon say under her breath before letting out a string of curses. The car we were in was more of a van and we could all fit in easily. My mind raced with so many possibilities, each one more terrifying than the last. Had all of this been orchestrated from the start? Was he planning revenge right n