Many prominent people in the society have their secret demons who are not just a thorn in their flesh, but a threat that must be taken care of. For Lucas, that threat was Denver. Things went quiet between them for a couple of weeks and for a moment, Lucas thought that he had ended his drama and continued with his life. However, when he saw him standing by the gate of the Belcraft group, with his hands folded to his chest and a very deep smirk on his face, he knew that there was more drama to come. “Why are you here?” Lucas asked with a big frown, staring at Denver who was pretending as though he had no idea that he was standing before him.

Emily took in a deep breath as she was led into the exquisite dinner hall. She only heard about the hall in stories and never imagined that she would be a guest in it someday. Lucas was beside her, with his mask carefully placed on his face just as he held her and led her to a seat. Emily gulped down and finally settled into the chair, smiling calmly at Lucas who she couldn’t clearly see the expression.“I’m glad you invited me for this. I mean, I never expected that you would invite me this soon”, Emily stayed as she chuckled nervously and shifted restlessly on the chair.

The two boys stood before their grandfather, with blood cuts on their lips. They were panting heavily and from the look on their faces, it was clear that they were yet to get their fair share of the fight. “What caused the fight?” Their grandfather asked with a look of displeasure in his eyes. If he were to choose a side, he would certainly choose Lucas. However, as a responsible grandfather he was, he knew that the best thing to do was to hear their sides of story. “I was on my way to come meet my dear grandfather but got ambushed right at the door!” Denver yelled out of his lungs, with his fists clenched in rage. “What right do you think you have to go visit a press to spew rubbish? Do you even think about me? About grandfather?” Lucas asked Denver who wasn’t moved a bit by his outburst.“What? You think I would remain here and watch you be the heir without a fight? I was born just like you and also, deserve the right to be the heir!” Denver said defiantly, with hate and spite vi

Lucas met with Emily much later that day. He had a small from on his face and despite how much he tried to conceal it, Emily was able to pick it up. “You don’t look good today. Is everything okay? Or, did one of those rich dudes step on your toes again?” Emily asked Lucas who gulped down hard and stared at her for a minute. He wanted to come clean and tell her the entire truth, but not a single word seemed to be coming out of his lips. “Do you want to go to dinner with me?” Lucas asked Emily who couldn’t believe her ears. She took a moment to stare at him again, this time, paying more attention to his entire features. He didn’t look like someone who could afford taking someone to a dinner at the moment. “I don’t think that would be a good idea. I mean…I would love to go to dinner with you”, Emily noted and smiled nervously. “Dress in the best dress you can lay your hands on. I will come pick you up at 7”, Lucas said to Emily who smiled and nodded her head in affirmation. It was

Lucas looked at Claire and her mother, wondering how possible it was that he was standing in the middle of two dumb people. “You came here with a stolen car?” Claire’s mother asked, with a great look of hate in her expression. Lucas clicked his teeth and clenched his fist in rage. He felt the urge to blurt out and yell at them, but on a second thought, he resolved to being quiet and observant instead. “I’m talking to you! You must have such nerves to think that you can come into this house with a stolen car. Are you trying to make us your accomplices?” Claire’s mother asked again, fuming with rage and breathing heavily. “Mum, would you believe that I thought it was the heir of Belcraft group or someone big who have come to see us. Who would have known that it was this poor fool?” Claire said and immediately, Lucas felt a pang on his chest. He wanted to talk but again, he remained silent and just looked at them, not making any attempt to utter a single word. “We should call the p