A died man

For the first time, sleep was not something Elijah knew for an entire night, and when the morning light crept into his room, he was sitting on the edge of his bed, feeling a bit exhausted after spending every second of last night rearranging the chess board to his liking, and it was time for him to make his first move.

But as he reached for his phone, an unknown number suddenly popped up on the screen, causing him to pause and then answered, frowning when he heard, “You little crook...”

“Who is this?” Elijah asked impatiently.

“You are loaded as fuck! It's all diamonds... The ring is worth millions of bucks. You have been shitting around with the act of being a broke ass, but you got the dollars and you are not afraid to spend them on Peach!”

“It’s you... from last night’s call...”

The frown on Elijah's face deepened, realizing that Jacob was switching in between contacts, and then he heard his voice laugh hysterically through the phone before saying, “Why though... Why hide the fact