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Author: Jericho Chase
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Barry didn’t have many memories of high school—at least, none that stood out.

He had been the quiet transfer student, the one who slipped through the years like a shadow.

Nobody had ever paid much attention to him, and he’d learned to live with it.

Friendships? He had none. So it came as a complete surprise when Snow handed him that envelope—an invitation to the high school reunion party.

At first, he thought it was a mistake. But after some thought, Barry decided to honor the invitation.

He had nothing better to do for some time, and perhaps, deep down, he was curious. Maybe seeing those familiar strangers again would be a way to kill his boredom.

On the night of the reunion, Barry arrived in a simple black taxi, the kind that didn’t draw attention.

As he stepped out, he paused.

The parking lot in front of the venue was filled with sleek, glistening sports cars—some of them custom-made from his own company.

Lamborghinis in chrome, modded Porsches, a few experimental electric pr
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  • Barry Sullivan

    Dexter stood frozen, his cheek stinging from the blow, the taste of copper sharp on his tongue. His fingers trembled as he touched the reddening mark, his eyes wide with shock. Brutus loomed over him, his voice roaring like thunder. "Is this how you behave, you ungrateful wretch? How dare you bring these filthy rats into my house and let them defile me?" . Dexter swallowed hard, his voice barely steady. "Why should they sit on the bench? Mr. Barry is my future brother-in-law, and Snow is my fiancée. I had to show them some hospitality." A sharp laugh cut through the tension. Dexter’s aunt, a gaunt woman with piercing eyes, stepped forward, her lips curled in a sneer. "How dare you speak in that manner? If I recall correctly, you are no longer a member of the Theodore household. And yet, your uncle granted you an audience. Is this how you repay his kindness?" Brutus growled. “Kindness?” He threw up his hands. “I’m regretting it right now! I’ve had enough of this rubbish. Ever

  • Brutus Theodore

    Dexter had just disappeared into the depths of the mansion when the doors of the dining hall swung open. A boisterous wave of laughter and clinking glasses spilled into the sitting room, followed by the Theodore family. At the forefront was Brutus Theodore—Dexter’s uncle.He was a broad-shouldered man with a thick beard and a face flushed from wine. His expensive suit strained against his girth as he strode forward, still chuckling at some private joke. But the moment his eyes landed on the sitting room, his laughter died. His entire body stiffened. Barry lounged in the velvet armchair like a king on his throne, one leg crossed over the other, fingers steepled in amusement. Snow sat nearby, unbothered, sipping from a delicate glass of wine she had apparently procured from somewhere. Brutus’s face darkened. His thick fingers curled into fists. "WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?" His roar silenced the chatter behind him. The rest of the family—uncles, aunts, cousins—froze, thei

  • The Theodore family

    The following week, Dexter boarded a flight back to his homeland with Barry and Snow accompanying him. The mood during the journey was quiet. Dexter’s fingers drummed restlessly against his armrest the entire time. He hadn’t returned here in decades. The thought of seeing his family again filled him with uneasiness.Finally, they landed.As they drove through the countryside in a weathered taxi, Dexter sat beside the driver, his face pale as he stared out the window. Barry and Snow sat in the back, watching him closely.Dexter cleared his throat. "I’ve made arrangements to meet my family at the estate. They agreed to grant us an audience at the family estate"Barry studied him for a moment before smirking. "You look so nervous, Dexter." Dexter swallowed hard. "Well, of course I am. It’s been decades since the last time I laid eyes on them." Snow glanced between them, her expression uneasy. "I’m surprised they were willing to grant us an audience." Dexter let out a humorless l

  • Foundation

    Barry’s expression hardened as he leaned forward slightly. "Why can’t you do that?" he asked, his voice low but firm. Dexter shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his fingers tightening around his coffee cup. "It’s… not that simple," he muttered, avoiding Barry’s gaze. "My family and I aren’t on good terms." Barry locked eyes with him. "Explain." Dexter swallowed, his jaw clenching briefly before he looked up, desperation flickering in his eyes. "Please, Mr. Barry," he said, voice strained. "I love Snow. Let’s just leave my family out of this. Involving them is a bad idea." Barry frowned. "If I don’t meet your family, I won’t give my blessing." Snow shifted beside Dexter. “Barry,” she said softly, giving him a look—a silent plea. “Let it go, please.”But Barry ignored her, keeping his focus locked on Dexter. The tension in the air thickened. Dexter exhaled sharply, his shoulders slumping slightly in defeat. "Fine," he said quietly. "I’ll tell you why." He took a moment to

  • Dexter

    Barry studied Snow’s face for a long moment before asking, "Who’s the guy?" Snow tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her expression softening. "Well... I’ve been seeing someone for a few months now. He’s an intern doctor at the city's Central hospital." Barry raised an eyebrow. "An intern?" She nodded. "He’s sweet. Really kind. He proposed a month ago, but... I wanted your blessing before saying yes." Barry exhaled, crossing his arms. "Snow, last time you were with that guy—what was his name? I don’t even remember. It didn’t end well. He turned out to be a scumbag. Are you sure you know what you’re doing? Does this new guy really love you?" Snow’s gaze remained steady. "I did my homework this time, Big brother. I dug into his past, his family, everything." She paused as she took a deep breath. "He comes from money—or at least, he was supposed to. His parents died when he was young, and his uncle took control of his inheritance. Left him with nothing." Barry’s j

  • Loid's Death

    Two months after the pandemic had been eradicated, the world began to catch it's breath.Life was returning to the cities: children played in parks again, people dined outside, lovers kissed in the open without fear.It was during this time of peace, Loid passed away quietly in his sleep. He couldn't beat cancer. There were no cries for help, no drama, no final words in the Sullivan's villa. Just silence.Loid had left strict instructions: no grand ceremony, no public spectacle, no weeping press and no headlines. He wanted a quiet burial, attended by only his family. He said he didn’t deserve more than that.Barry honoured his last wish.The funeral took place the next morning, without delay. No black cars in a procession, no flashy suits or cameras. Just the Sullivan family.It was a cloudy day, when Loid was buried. Everyone was gathered at the cemetery Barry had personally renovated at his hometown. And that’s where Loid was laid to rest, right beside his wife's grave.The ai

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