Revenge Of The Rejected Heir

Chapter Two; Perks Of Being A Rich Brat. After two week of fruitless job hunt, Lucas finally gave up on working for a cooperate company, he searched everywhere for any job that would be able to shoulder his immediate needs which was to pay for a house, his feeding and maybe a change of clothes. Luckily for him, he came across a bar owner who was willing to give him a spot as a bar tender and he was forever grateful to the man because his pay was relatively huge and he gets to keep his work clothes. As if that was not enough, the bar tender was so kind enough to let him crash in the bar at night as his payment for overtime work. He sold the two piece of furniture and other items that they had back home leaving him with only two boxes, one of his clothes and the other carrying memories of his childhood. He would keep them in the store, then fetch a bucket of water from the faucet and shower in the afternoon when the place was not packed, then in the evening he will get back to work

Chapter Four; Saved From jail But Still Kidnapped.Lucas was really taken aback by the words that were coming out of Boma’s mouth. He couldn’t believe it was the same person that had been kind him when no one else was.He gave him a job and let him sleep in the shop, he had trusted him so much to even leave him alone there, then what happened? Why the sudden change?“Mister Boma, I know you don’t mean your words, I’ll personally apologize to you when I reach there, such thing would never happen again”. He actually felt bad because he had a feeling something terrible had happened after he was taken to custody and he would soon find out.“Don’t Even Bother coming anywhere near my bar, I have already threw away your things, you can find them at the front of the mall that is if it has not already been swept by the cleaners. You hear me, stay away from me!”Mr. Boma’s voice was very loud and full of aggression, and Lucas actually felt bad that another person was yet being deleted away fro

Chapter Six; You Are My Son“What are you trying to say?” Lucas looked at her expression, he heard what she said quite alright, but he was unwilling to believe him.Melos’s saw the confusion in his eyes and smiled, “perhaps he hasn’t found out yet she said”She dipped her hand into her purse and brought out a wrinkled paper.“Take a look at this by yourself, I hired a detective to look for you all these while, you don’t know how happy I was when I heard that there was someone who looked like me in jail.I immediately had them take your blood sample and compared it with mine at the genetic department, it proves he was right, you are my son.”She paused for a little while as if giving him time to adjust to the information.“I am sorry you had to go through all you did because I didn’t find you soon enough, now that I did, I will not let you leave my sight”. As opposed to earlier, she had a more serious and determined look.There was total silence in the room.Lucas observed the paper fo

Chapter Eight; It Not Easy For The Church RatIn other not to raise suspicion or to make it obvious that he has someone backing him, Lucas did not get an apartment off campus like the other rich students did.Instead, he stayed in the campus, not just anywhere, but at the hostel made for those people under a scholarship.At first he didn’t mind because he thought he’d be staying with commoners who could only afford to attend the school because of their brains instead of their pocket.If he also stayed with them he’d be forced to concentrate only in his book and have a peaceful life in school.But he didn’t know faith was cruel, things didn’t always go as plan, never has and probably never will.He soon found out that the school also held another doom for him when he met Santos the very first day of school resumption.“Bang!” He collided with a hard body throwing him off balance so that file he was holding fell down and the papers flew away with the wind.Lucas hurried to follow after

Chapter Ten; Cursed The Day He Was Born Lucas knew that he had went overboard by pushing the old man, but he couldn’t help it. He was provoked by the man who should be his father. He clenched his fists so tight as if he was going to fight someone. He looked around and saw that the hotel staff were all rushing to the penthouse which meant that Melissa had already called for help. Lucas didn’t go very far, he stood by a corner and watched from afar when an ambulance came and took him away. His mother’s troubled face didn’t escape his view. She had make up smeared on her face which meant that she had been crying. He felt a ping of pain in his heart and regretted putting her in such a situation. “Is it true that I’m just a bad luck?” He asked himself recalling the way Patrick pushed his mother mercilessly and slapped her several times all because she mentioned him to the man. He wanted to follow her and apologize but the bush had already left. He looked at the inscription on the b