365 days as a Billionaire

New Body, Old Soul.

IN RICCARDO'S MANSION

It was a spacious, empty but aesthetically layout design in the mansion, it was painted all white, only the furniture and equipment had different colors. In the sitting room there were several artworks on display, only one was portrait of Mr. Riccardo Ferdinand Deville. 

The portrait was an original painted image of him, it looked so real and clear, it would be the first thing to attract ones attention when you step inside the mansion.

A big white blinding light from the gigantic chandelier in the room pierced into his eyes, he was fast asleep, enjoying the smooth and soft feeling of comfort from the bed. He rolled left- right on the big king sized bed he was sleeping in, anyone would find it hard getting out of such a comfy and big bed. 

“Good Morning sir, you’re late for your morning routine” it was Vazquez his house keeper and personal assistant, who turned on the light in a bid to wake up his master.

He tardily took off the heavy, fluffy cover he used on his body, slowly he looked at the man talking to him, and getting a glance at him he immediately covered his face with the blanket. 

“Sir is everything alright” he asked moving closer to the bed. 

A few seconds passed, and there was a reply “GO!”

Hearing the sound of his voice, he was excited and jumped out of his cover clothe. “It Worked!”

Vazquez still confused about his mater’s reaction walked back to his bedside, to ask if everything was right, “what worked sir!?”

“I said Leave”!!! He yelled at him bluntly.

Vazquez left the room in haste, still puzzled about his master’s weird behavior.

Back inside the room, he stood up from his bed and moved in front of the big mirror, examining his body skeptically but slowly, turning sides to see if all was right, he smirked balefully to the image of himself in the mirror.

A loud ring from his cellphone diverted his attention; he dived into the big bed and took his phone, “I need to change this as soon as possible”. It was a rough and dirty android phone with severely damaged screen; he could hardly see what was on the phone’s screen clearly.

“Hello, when will I receive my payment for a job well done?” said the caller.

AT THE MOTEL.

A small sized single bed, which was very uncomfortable for a man with a big size. Riccardo couldn’t turn or sleep well until after midnight, the bed was suddenly comfortable but his legs stocked out of the bed.

    He decided to sleep a little bit more, the weather was so cold, he had to squeeze himself into the thin blanket he was given.

A loud bang on the door forcefully woke him up. It was the motel’s receptionist. He struggled to get out of bed, to open the door, he stumbled and hit his head severally on the wardrobe upper door which hook was worn-out and could not stay closed, “it wasn’t that way last night, I could perfectly avoid hitting it” he said to himself.

“Young man you have to leave now, if you play any of your tricks on me this time, I will call the police; you have just five minutes”. She said and left.

He was confused, he felt they had mistaken him for another client; he had paid off his whole bill last night, Thanks to Martinez the boy who saved him.

He closed the door and headed back to sleep, few minutes after there was another loud bang at the door.

He was furious and shouted “What do you want!?” He was about opening the door but he was aback by his voice, it sounded strange to him. He placed his hands on his neck “what happened to my voice?”

The knocks and banging on the door grew louder and it became intense, they were going to break down the door if he dint? open the door.

He was thrown into a state of confusion fear and panic. The receptionist had mistaken him for someone else earlier, and his voice sounded bizarre to his hearing just a moment ago. 

He summoned courage and spoke again, this time it was to cool off the tension at the door.

“Stop banging the door, I’ll be out there with you, give me a moment”.

He looked around to get check the time, he dint know he slept for so long, the motel had no wall clock, he searched for his phone but he couldn’t find it. 

He proceeded to check his pocket, as his face was turned to the ground he observed his feet were looking strange, his legs were also longer than before, the clothes he was wearing wasn’t his size anymore. 

For once he thought they were side effect from his strange incurable illness but he wasn’t quite sure. The banging on the door resumed. 

“Martinez if I come in there, I will make sure you spend your entire day in the cell”.

“Oh they’re here for Martinez not me, I’d just tell them he left already”, he said in his heart. He immediately opened the door and let them in.

“I told you he’ll open the door if we threatened him, he doesn’t want to go back to jail, but I’ll make sure he stays there” said one of the officers in uniform.

They dragged him out of the place, he was on his night wear, a long stretchy pajama with a white hand knitted singlet was all he had on himself. 

All his explanations fell on deaf ears; they took him to the police station. 

“Sir you have the wrong person, I didn't? do anything they accused me of, in fact I just lodged inside the motel yesterday night and I paid in full”. He explained to police officer.

“Do I look like an idiot you can fool, Martinez?!!! Go lock him up” the police officer said, as he was enraged.

“Why is everyone saying Martinez?!” he asked the officer that was about to take his details

A shaving mirror was on the table in front of the counter where he was asked to sit till he was registered and placed inside a cell.

The officer told him to look into the mirror and he’ll see he can’t fool anyone, “he forgot his disguise today he ran out of luck”, Said another police and they all roared with laughter.

He picked up the mirror and looked into it.

It fell off his hands and crashed into the floor, its broken pieces sprang up into the air that was filled up with the roared laughter from the police officers.

NO!!!!!!!!!!!! Ricardo screamed furiously, banging his head hard on the prison cell cold iron bars.