All Chapters of The Billionaire's Secret Identity : Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
10 chapters
The Rape
CHAPTER ONEThe ruins stared him in the face, unblinking; unwavering. It didn't attempt to honour his wish. That wish that was in itself a fantasy dream. A dream that would struggle to see the break of dawn in the supernatural world.He stared back, eyes misting and hands trembling, at the darkened bricks. They had crumbled under the powerful fingers of moss; never to stand again but also, never to vanish. He had nothing to say; nothing more that had not been spat out ten years ago. His heart had rusted with the fire bell close to the star-shaped brick, having no need to cry out anymore.Both of them had failed the family. They had vanished when they were needed most. They had left their duty to chase trivialities.Who was to blame? The rhetoric sat sadly in his stomach, turning it and sending nauseating signs to his brain.The murderers? Or the Fire bell? Or was he to blame? Something shifted in his chest. What was that? Guilt?He shook his head and inhaled the tragic air around h
Chapter Two- The Accusation
CHAPTER TWO.She woke up with a start. The nightmare had been too real. “How could it feel so real?Her breath stuck in her throat. She placed her hands on her chest to bring them out.She paused, eyes roaming. Why was the bed this grand? And since when did she own a brown bedsheet?Was she still in that nightmare? Has it found its way to reality? She had no one to question but herself.Lord please let me be mistaken. Her heart throbbed as she struggled not to read meaning to her disheveled hair and—scattered dress?It was at the side of the king-size bed. It might not have been scattered but it wasn't on her. That alone spoke millions.But she rubbed her eyes to confirm. She was in reality and a sinking feeling told her something was seriously wrong. Pulling back the covers, she confirmed her worst fears: she was completely naked, her body covered in intimate marks, and an unmentionable part of her still throbbed painfully.What she termed “intimate marks” was something she could n
Humiliated
CHAPTER THREE.For the hundredth time, Tony thought people were strange. Hadn't he just rescued a lady from distress? He wondered, sniffing in the early afternoon air as he walked out of the hotel.He hailed a taxi, barely before his foot hit the balcony.“Toneo Company,” he said. And without waiting for the driver to finish nodding, he was already in the car.He was behind time. It was high time he took over the affairs of his company, his reward. The reward from the ten years of training. That training that had robbed him of everything.He pushed back the heartache. This was not the time for it. He needed to be strong enough to face the murderers but the first thing he needed to do was to take over the company.The driver, confused, kept turning warily to look at him. He didn't look like someone who worked in the Toneo Company.His tattoos and locked hair weren't as expensive enough. In fact, he looked like a thug; a murderer. The driver shrunk in his seat.“May I ask what business
Chapter Four
CHAPTER FOURTony blinked and he was outside. He couldn't tell how much he had been pushed or to the extent of the dragging.He just felt the air around him and the thankfulness in his heart that those bulldogs had not ripped his bones from his flesh.He had no time to respond. The only time to respond was his struggle to kick the dogs away and still look cool in the eyes of the laughing guests.He couldn't tell if he succeeded in both. But at least, he could speak for one part.A security guard mounted guard outside the door, eyes trained just like his dog's on him.What was the humiliation for? He breathed in and out, wondering if the grating in his chest was anger or pain.He took out the card from his pocket and looked at it again, scanning for other details.The name was boldly written “Michael Leo. CEO”It was now time for him to wonder if him already placing himself as the CEO wasn't the actual root of this problem.If he had left the CEO position vacant, it would have been eas
Chapter Five
CHAPTER FIVE “Technically, yes. I'm the CEO,” he said, looking tiredly at her, letting her last question slip by.He had no energy to explain himself to a woman ready to bicker at every given chance.He indeed recognized her.Who else but that lady in distress? Who else would pull such a near-stunt on him? In fact, who else in the world would begin a meeting with an insult?Who else but that brown haired pretty girl? He sighed again feeling a nagging headache's preparation as she got ready to speak again.“Then I'm asking, why are you left to wander the street like a mentally deranged sheep when you have such a wonderful company building over there?” She pursed her lips, her cheeks struggling to hide the bulging laughter.“I mean, if you're the CEO of this great company,” her hands went to the direction of the building he had taken steps away from.“You really should have a chauffeur. No, that's too grand. At least, a car,” she eyed his torn sneakers and made a face.“Yuk” she made
Chapter Six
CHAPTER SIX “What?” Tony bawled with mouth agape, his stomach churning with the preposterous statement. He swallowed hard. No, he hadn't heard well. Did she just make fun of him? He shook his head, giving the stony feeling in his chest to melt away.“You're saying —”“That I believe I can help you write a script for,” she smiled warmly, her blazing red lip gloss reflecting the humour in her eyes.“You, see, I'm a script writer and movie director. I can do that for you,” she inserted her long nails into her curly hair.He felt his heart catch fire, a harsh fire that brewed a sore throat in her neck.The words were in his lips, sharp and sore, but he held them back, letting them stay put where they belonged.He shook his head and turned away, eyes downcast and lost of all its brightness but not missing the determination.That smell of soot from his home would not allow him to disappoint his parents even if he wanted to. It lurked around him like a ghost.Then the air suddenly began to
Another Humiliation
CHAPTER SEVEN.“Since when did you start mingling with thugs?” Linda, the secretary, eyed Cassie, disgustedly, contempt swelling in her neck with every step he took.“He's not a thug,” Cassie defended, trying to wrap her hands around his waist. He shrunk, moving slightly away.Embarrassed more due to her arms not being long enough than his adjusting, she moved with longer strides to a seat.She couldn't sit. There was no way for that.But the message was passed. Linda understood.“Have a seat,” she said, finally, crunching her nose as he sat on the white sofa. The very one she cherished and worshipped the most.She muttered a curse under her breath, more on Cassie and a little less than half of that for Tony.Then, she fell into silence.Cassie cleared her throat and shifted in her seat. It suddenly felt too hot. It was something in the air. She was sure of it.It made her sweat on her back. And made it itch. But she dared not scratch, not with Linda's eagle eyes on her“I've come to
Chapter Eight
CHAPTER EIGHT They were required to wait for an hour on another sofa ten times more expensive than Linda's.It could've been exquisitely gold. But it wasn't. It was white but not like Linda's plain white.It was dove white with the decoration of two turtledoves.Tony recognized the emblem.“That's how it's done,” Linda said, relaxing her back on the couch, her arms resting on the side of the sofa's arm.Someone walked out the door, a female dressed rather too skimpy. But she bowed to Linda and she nodded back, still relaxed.“He needs time to prepare himself for every meeting,” her voice came up sharply.Tony surely must have heard stranger things. The world outside the mountains was really a different world.What did she mean by ‘he needs time to prepare himself?” Time to prepare himself for what? Was he going to run a marathon?The questions racked his brain.What sort of preparation would take a whole hour?He met Cassie's eyes and he could read the weariness in it. He felt pity
Finally, the meeting.
CHAPTER NINEWithout waiting for more words to be said, Tony pushed himself into the room, eyes wild and questioning.He chested out, and tightened his chin. He paused a bit to take in the room. It was painted white, alright, seemingly the colour of the company.“You look mentally deranged, eeww,” Michael paused with the club in hand, making a face, his back directly turned to the window.“Who are you?” He kept a steady gaze on him—more like letting disgust spread on his face.Tony stepped forward, waited, looked and took another step.“Pull off your shoes,” Michael ordered, pointing his club at him. But Tony took in his white shirt and grey pants flippantly, already judging him to be someone weak. He waved through, almost bumping on the security guard, the one that stood at the corner without moving.He regained his bearings and went further, stopping at the office’s middle, the midpoint, where the long black leather sofas lined.“It's time for you to handover,” he said, noting the
The First Revenge
CHAPTER TEN“You came?” Tony curled in air into his mouth, eyes brightening and jaw relaxing.He bent his head backwards. “Thank you,” he muttered, momentary joy glistening in his chest.Then getting himself and his duty; stepped aside, with a bow.“Welcome, sir,” he greeted.Mr. Famous gave him a slight nod and moved in, his guards; with covered faces following suit.Their all black monotone screamed the authority that Mr. Famous's casual dressing didn't show.“Good afternoon, sir,” Michael immediately fell on his knees, head bowed and palms neatly folded on his white trousered laps.Tony noted a shiver in his shoulders and smiled again.He wasn't surprised that the great Michael had it in him. Everyone cowered whenever they saw Mr. Famous.And Michael, no matter his status and influence would have to bow or die.He straightened up. There was no use analysing. Things were finally going as planned.“What brings you here sir?” He spoke gently, giving Linda even a harder time to proces