Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir by Ryker Helios

My pace is swift as I make my way through the hotel, followed by Gerald and his crew of men in black suits, who were actually security personnel my father had hired ever since I was a child. I feel like I should get the hell out of this place soon because the stress and anxiety from the whole incident are starting to get to me. Tears are right behind my eyeballs and regret pangs in my chest

Suddenly, as we near the lounge, a voice comes from behind us.

“Please, Jace, stop!”

Kayla.

Anger and despair war in my heart as I debate ignoring her and continuing on, but she calls my name again and again. As much as I don’t want to talk to her, I don’t think I can ignore her.

After all, she is right next to me. She looks as panicked as Stone was, her eyes stormy, her cheeks flushed.

The security personnel move to keep her away from me, but I raise my hand, signaling them to stop.

“What?” I growl at her.

“Jace, please, you have to undo what you did to Stone’s father,” she pleads, and my heart sinks. Here I thought she was coming to apologize for the pain she caused me, “Please, you don’t understand, he won’t even be able to continue his studies without his father’s help. You can’t ruin his life like this.”

Sadness unlike any other cuts through the anger I feel, and I close my eyes shut. God, how I wish I’d never taken a liking to her.

Kayla. I will not be undoing what I did for Stone. This is the world I come from, you fuck with the

you. When you talked to me, I thought, ‘finally, here is someone who might be my friend

purses her lips and

reiterate, “And I trusted you. Had you not done this, I could’ve given you everything you could’ve ever wanted. I could’ve

me. And worse of all, you betrayed me to Stone. You’re despicable. Don’t

of the hotel,

last few years. The interior is warm, with light cream-colored padding and seats covered in original leather, unbelievably soft and

feeling of being in a nice car

the seat next to me, and the lights in the interior of the car dim ambiently. The vehicles start to roll out of the

hotel parking lot, Gerald awakens his voice.

SUVs driving behind us, all containing security personnel. It feels like I’m back in my

the live-streamed prank

took me with her. I

go back. But did I

deep breath and give him a

embark on the highway en route to

wealth, his business empire stands, awash with gleaming lights, looking like some Hollywood star’s dream home. The automatic gates open as we near the estate, and I feel my