FIVE YEARS AGO

MAY 29th, 2018.

Nick Furgesson, twenty seven year old son of Gregory Furgesson had a bright smile on his lips as he made his way to his father’s room to give him the good news but stopped by the door when the conversations from the room filtered into his ears.

“He is no longer of any use to us, we should kill him before he gets the wave of it, I am tired of having to pretend around him”

What shocked him the most was that this particular voice belonged to his father. The man he had grown to love and idolize more than his whole family. Gregory Furgesson was the world richest man with business scattered all over the globe with a family of five and Nick was the third son so to say with two sisters and two brothers, but why would his father order his death.

The next voice he heard almost made him go mad, it was his brother. The eldest of them all and he was the most pleasant in the house, how could he also be in support of the bizarre thing his father just said,

“Killing Nick is so easy, the fool wouldn’t even get to know he was adopted till the very end, what a shame” his brother, Alvanon spoke up.

“Let us have ceaser do the job” his sister’s voice filtered into his ears too.

“We should have it done tonight, the shareholders meeting is tomorrow and they will surely nominate Nick for the position, I don’t want my son to have to contend over that bastard Gregory” Mrs Furgesson said and Nick almost lost it outside the door, it seemed like the whole family was there and they were talking about his death like it was something casual.

What the hell was happening, why was everyone in his family planning for hus death and he was fucking adopted? Were they kidding him right now?

He held the door knob and wanted to open it but on instinct he stopped.

“You should run away Nick before any of them come out” someone said behind him and he turned to the voice to find his sister, supposed sister fedora standing a few feet away from him.

Fedora was the last born of the house and she was just twenty years old but it was like she was never there, everyone treated her like a typical last child but she didn’t like to mingle in the business of others. She loved her brother Nick more than anyone and hearing that the family wanted him dead was something she didn’t want to happen, he was the nicest person to her and she loved him more than she even did her own siblings.

“Did you know this?” He asked in a hushed tone as he tiptoed towards her, any slip and the people inside would know he had eavesdropped on them.

“Everyone is involved Nick, mother, father, Alvanon, Charlie and Vanessa too” Fedora replied softly and glanced towards the door for a split second, “ I knew they were planning on doing something to someone but I didn’t know it was you, I overheard mother talking to Vanessa about it but they stopped when they saw me”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t know you were the guy in question Nick and can you quit asking all this questions?you don’t have any more time” she warned,

He scratched the back of his neck nervously as his left hand began to shake,typical of him anytime he was nervous or scared,

“And about me being an adopted…..”

Fedora interrupted him, “ this is not the time to think about all of that brother, you can have all of your life to figure it out if you are alive that is why you need to get away from here as soon as possible or else you will be dead meat”

“Why are you helping me?” he couldn’t help but ask, if his whole family turned against him then why was she helping him?

“Because I love you Brother more than any one in this family, you should stay alive if you want to take revenge on them that want you dead”

Without saying anything again, Nick turned and ran out of the house. A lot was on his mind as he made his way down the stairs, he didn’t even pick a single thing from the multi billion dollar mansion as he quickly ran out. His Life was at stake and he needed to get away from his family, yes he needed to get away from the family that wanted him dead.

Fedora was still standing on the same spot when the door opened and Vanessa walked out with alvanon, they were both surprised to see her standing there and didn’t look like she was hiding from them.

“What are you doing here? Thirty year old Vanessa asked.

“Taking a tour in my father’s mansion, is that also a crime?”” Fedora replied rudely.

That is no way to talk to your sister fedora” Alvanon growled but instead of flinching in fear, his little sister smiled,

“At least I don’t want to kill her and for you Alvanon, you should learn to make decisions for yourself or Nick will always outshine you” she added and turned away from them, she just hoped Nick would be able to get away from these people.

“You”he hissed but Vanessa held him back

“Did she overhear us?” Nessa asked her brother but he scoffed.

“Fedora is more of a ghost in this house nessa, she wouldn’t even care if she heard a thing. We should find Nick, I will deal with her later”

“Yeah right” she replied and they both walked away.

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Nick kept running on the busy streets of London, he didn’t know for how long he had run but he knew he had to keep going if he wanted to escape from Gregory Furgesson.

The fact that he wasn’t the son of the world’s richest man or the heir to the big conglomerate kept tugging at his mind, he lived all his life as a rich kid and one day everything was snatched from him, what more?he was to be killed. Was this fate?.

Growing up with his supposed father, he was treated like the favorite son and was ever ready to do anything for his father even if it was to hurt someone just to make his father happy. He was the only person Gregory allowed to take care of his businesses and accounts but now he wanted him dead?but why? And If he was not the real son of the richest man in the world, who were his parents and how did he end up in this mess?

Nick couldn’t just bring himself to understand the scenario that was unfolding, if he wasn’t on his way to tell his father something he would not have heard the conversation and maybe would be a dead meat by this time. Should he thank or curse his star?

He was still running farther away into the street of London when the next moment he felt himself being lifted from the ground and for a few moments he was floating on air before he finally found himself hitting the ground again with a loud thud while a black Bentley came to a halt a few feet away from him. He had been hit, hit by a black Bentley,

Nick’s head was already dripping blood when he noticed the car door open and a man stepped out, his eyes were already fuzzy so he could not make out the man’s face but he knew he was not an ordinary man feeling the aura emanating from him.

“Is he dead?” He heard the man ask a nearby person and he felt someone touch his neck.

“No sir” came the reply”

“He looks familiar” he heard the voice again, “Nick Furgesson” the voice added,” take him to the hospital and contact his family”

Even in his weak state, Nick wanted to refuse, they couldn’t contact his family nor when they wanted him dead.

Slowly, he forced his eyes open and began to talk in a hushed tone, his voice was almost inaudible.

“Don’t contact my family please” was the words that came out of his mouth and the man stopped.

“What did he say?” He asked, turning back to the struggling Nick.

“He doesn’t want us to contact his family sir”

The man stood for a while like he was studying the man on the floor, he wasn’t even in a haste to take him to the hospital.

“Don’t call them,” Nick begged again.

“Have a doctor treat him at the mansion” he added before entering his Bentley and driving away.

Nick didn’t know how he should feel after being involved In an accident but he was glad that he wouldn’t be meeting his family again, they wanted him dead after all.

The last thing he remembered was when he was being lifted from the ground, everywhere became pitch black.