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.

you did to me,” I sigh, “No, Kayla. I will not be undoing what I did for Stone. This is the world I come from, you fuck with the wrong person, you reap the consequences of your

“You know, I really liked you. When you talked to me, I thought,

her lips

could’ve ever wanted. I could’ve made you

you betrayed me to Stone. You’re despicable. Don’t

in the lounge of the hotel, we leave the

into the interior with a sigh of nostalgia. In all honesty, I’d missed cars like these in the last few years. The interior is warm, with light cream-colored padding and seats covered in original leather, unbelievably soft and comfortable, warm like a roasted marshmallow. In the middle of the rear seats, there is a cupholder containing two empty champagne glasses held in place, and an armrest

as I get settled in, the pleasant feeling of being in a nice

to me, and the lights in the interior of the car dim ambiently. The

Gerald awakens his voice. I turn to

are a couple of SUVs driving behind us, all containing security personnel. It feels like I’m

should go home to pay a visit to my father and somehow get the live-streamed prank sorted. I think that is my duty now because nothing of that sort related to me can circulate the internet. Not

reason why my mom left the family when I was very younger and took me with her. I haven’t been back home in years, not even when I was struggling.

back. But did I have a

give him a

on the highway

reach the family estate, where the massive residence that belongs to my father, a modern villa that reflects his 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 conflicting emotions clashing within me as I take in