"young master?" Kane's voice cracked in confusion, his heart racing. His eyes darted on the heavily built men, each one of them looking threatening chests built like tanks bulged against their impeccable suits. "This must be some kind of misunderstanding..." A nervous laughter escaped from his lips, "I'm no young master. My name is Kane.." The man in front raised his head and looked at him with the kind of expression anyone has never looked at him with. Respect. "Young Master Everest," he said politely. "please give me the chance to introduce myself. My name is Jackson Voss, the butler of the Everest family. The Everest family has been looking for you for a very long time. Your grandfather will be happy to have you back. This place is not a proper place to make an explanation, young master. If you'll follow us now, I'll explain everything that is confusing to you." Kane swallowed hard, listening to all the man was saying. He blinked in shock, unable to digress the information y

Kane froze at the door. The sight before him was devastatingly shocking and for a long time, his entire world stopped to exist. His fiancee, the woman he was planning to propose to this night, the woman he'd once hit his chest confidently and said he trusted her. That woman— She was on the bed with another man. She sprawled on the bed there like a vulnerable bitch, legs splayed in the air, held firm by another man's hands who sat between her V, cracking back and forth like a horny mutt. "Ahh..ouch...Yeah.. right there.." The sound she made cut through Kane's heart like a blade, shattering his heart that was already breaking the moment he walked in. "What the heck.." He rasped. His voice was rough like it had stopped being his own. His world lurched, his stomach twisting with a sick feeling like he was really going to be sick at the moment. The two were lost in their world of excitement and his presence at the door was not noticed. Kane's finger curled at the side, anger t

Kane laughed— a sharp and bitter crackle shaking his lips visibly. "Stagnant?" He repeated with disbelief in his tone, his expression twisted with disappointment. "You could call me that now? After everything I did for you?" The ring in his pocket burnt at the reminder that this same woman was the one he planned all his day to propose to. He wasn't the kind to speak about things he'd done for someone. He's selfless. But he won't allow the ingrate to make it look like being in his life was doing him a favor. "I paid for your bills! Who was it who took you and your friends out at Starlight resort? Who was it when you couldn't stand up from the bed when malaria got you down? Who moved your momma's properties, rented a new apartment for her and got her things into the new apartment? It was me. Nobody. So, before you open your mouth to speak, always think first you slut!" Kane spat. Something flashed across her eyes as Kane finished. It was a cringe emotion, like she was uncomforta

Kane pulled out the cards given to him earlier by Jackson Voss. It caught the street light and held it. Black, gold embossed. Stacked with $50 million. A staggering amount he'd only seen on screens. It still felt like a dream. A faint smile formed on his lips as a thought came to his mind. "It's night already. I could have tried withdrawing some amount if it's actually real." He said, aware that the black card can only be used inside the bank because it's top-tiered unlike common bank cards. His stomach grumbled, reminding him he hadn't taken anything that day. "Let me get something good to eat then I'll decide what to do next." He rose to his feet and waved down a taxi and he stepped inside. He relaxed his back as the door shut behind him. "Take me to the best restaurant in this city." He said confidently. The young driver glanced back at him, brow raised. "Yo' you're loaded? That place gonna drain your pocket. Sure we should move?" "Move." Kane said with a faint smile at the

It is no sugarcoat— the interior of the imperial kitchen was breathtaking; Sleek edges, glasses that catch your appearance and leave your reflection cleanly. The imported kind from up-scale industries. The reception was bright and polished, uninformed staff dressed in clean white uniforms with badges holding names and titles pinned to their Breast, sat behind the sleek counter. The lobby hummed, the sound of people who knew that luxury is silence. Expensive coat and resplendent down graced the restaurant. Celebrities, stars, politicians and people who held the throttle of power in the city— those were the kind of people that patronize Imperial kitchens. Fred's jaw dropped seeing all of it. Even Kane was caught in the luxury of the place. It wasn't the cheap place he'd managed for lunch, not the sour ramen from the Diner. This was the smell of money in plates. They walked over to the receptionist desk. Fred stood beside Kane in his tattered cloth that made the expensive clients whi