2024-10-31 08:08:34Elijah felt a sharp pain pierce his heart as Sophia’s words sank in. His face tightened with disbelief and anguish. "I disgust you? How, Sophia? Didn’t I try my best to do everything you requested?" he asked, his voice trembling with a mix of confusion and hurt. Sophia scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Requested? Try hard my foot. Are you the one taking care of me, or am I the one taking care of you, Elijah? Bold of you to think I'm in love with you." She sneered, her words biting. "I'm 25, and you're just 20. You're a kid, Elijah. Do you think I would ever be proud to point to a low, poor kid like you and call you my boyfriend? I'd be ashamed." Elijah stood there, stunned, each word cutting deeper than the last. He had known he was younger than Sophia, but he thought they had loved each other. After all, they had been dating for months, and she kept telling him his age never mattered—didn't that mean something? How she was keeping herself till they got married first. Wasnt that also something? Sophia noticed his silence and continued with a cruel smirk. "Have you ever thought about why I never let you get close to me? If I loved you, don’t you think we would’ve shared more than just chores?” No, Elijah. I only needed someone to do the chores. I mean, a slave—and you fit the criteria perfectly." She laughed coldly, her eyes flicking toward Damian as she pointed at him. "He is my boyfriend. The love of my life. You? You’re nothing compared to him. Just a poor, good-for-nothing person who disgusts me more than you’ll ever know.” Elijah stood there, his body trembling as Sophia’s words echoed in his head, shattering the image he had built of their relationship. His chest tightened, and for a moment, he felt like the air had been knocked out of him. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, the raw pain in his heart quickly giving way to anger. He blinked back tears, his voice breaking as he spoke. "How could you say that, Sophia? I thought... I thought we were in love. I gave you everything I had, everything I could offer! I would’ve done anything for you." His voice grew quieter, filled with anguish. "You used me? All this time? You just used me like I meant nothing?” As Sophia’s words echoed in his mind, Elijah's thoughts flickered back to the moments he thought had meant something—the late-night talks, the laughter, the way he thought she looked at him. But now, it all felt like a cruel mirage. Tears welled in his eyes, but he blinked them away, refusing to let them fall. His hands shook as he looked from Sophia to Damian, his heart pounding furiously. "You... you ruined everything!" Elijah’s voice broke, the anger boiling over before he could stop himself. Without thinking, he lunged at Damian, fists flying, trying to defend the last pieces of his shattered pride. But Damian was ready. He caught Elijah’s punch with ease, smirking as he pushed him back effortlessly. Elijah stumbled but charged again, swinging wildly, his emotions overwhelming him. Bang! Damian dodged his strikes, then delivered a hard punch to Elijah’s stomach, doubling him over in pain. "You think you can fight me, kid?" Damian taunted, his voice dripping with arrogance. He shoved Elijah to the ground, and before Elijah could get up, Damian landed another blow to his face, sending him sprawling. Ahh! Elijah groaned, trying to pull himself up, but his body was too weak, too drained. He lay there, bruised and defeated, his heart breaking more than his body ever could. Tears finally escaped, mixing with the pain, the humiliation, and the overwhelming sense of betrayal. He glanced up at Sophia one last time, hoping for any sign of remorse, but she only stood there, watching, her face cold and indifferent. Sophia crossed her arms, looking down at Elijah with indifference and annoyance. "Get out, Elijah! She said coldly. "I have unfinished business with Damian. Unless, of course, you want to sit here and watch us make out.” Elijah's stomach twisted, his heart sinking even further, but before he could respond, Damian strode over to Sophia, wrapping his arms around her waist. With a smug grin, he pulled her in and kissed her deeply, right in front of Elijah. The kiss was intense, meant to break whatever dignity Elijah had left. Damian broke away from the kiss, glancing at Elijah with a cruel smirk. "See that, kid?" Damian taunted. "You never had a chance. She’s mine." He turned back to Sophia, laughing softly. "You should just sack him from this house. After all, it's yours. Why keep him around like some sad, pathetic pet?” Sophia looked at Elijah with a cold, detached expression. "You heard him, right? I’ve housed you, a poor orphan, for long enough. I think it’s best if you leave my house now. Just go, Elijah." Gulping, Elijah stared at her in shock. "Leave your house? I don’t understand... why should I leave?" His voice wavered as he tried to grasp what was happening. Sophia stood up, her tone sharp. "You should leave because I own this place. This is mine, not yours.” As she stepped in front of him, for the first time, Elijah saw something darker in her eyes. It wasn’t just disgust—it was the pleasure she took in holding all the power, in watching him squirm and beg for what little he had left. He frowned, his heart sinking deeper. "Sophia, in case you’ve forgotten, every time I went out to work, I brought the money to you to help with things. So what do you mean I should leave?" Sophia smiled, but it was cold, devoid of any warmth. "Those peanuts you brought were just a thank-you for letting you stay in my house. You should be lucky, Elijah. A rich woman like me, stooping so low to even entertain someone as poor as you. Do we look compatible?" She crossed her arms, her words sharp. "Compared to the money I make to the life I live, are you a match? You’re nothing. Now, go out yourself, or I’ll have the security throw you out.” Elijah shook his head, a bitter smile creeping onto his face. "It’s raining heavily, Sophia. Let me stay for the night and leave tomorrow. I can’t go out in this weather— I have nowhere else to go tonight. Please, just until the morning." But Sophia cut him off, her voice hard and final. "I don’t care, Elijah. I want you out now. So leave.” Elijah, feeling the weight of the situation, tried to salvage whatever dignity he had left. He walked over to the wardrobe to gather his things, hoping to leave quietly. But as he reached for the door, Sophia stepped in front of him, blocking his way. He frowned, confused. "What are you doing, Sophia? I’m just getting my things." Sophia crossed her arms, her expression icy. "You’re not touching anything," she said firmly. Elijah blinked, stunned. "What? Why not?" "Because I bought those," Sophia snapped. "Everything in this house is mine. Even the clothes you’re wearing, I paid for. You don’t get to take anything with you."
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Elijah’s eyes darkened with frustration and anger, his chest tightening as Sophia’s words cut deeper. “I got some of those with my money too, Sophia! You can’t just take everything away from me!” he argued, his voice rising in anger. “You don’t get to tell me what I can or can’t take. I worked hard for what little I have!”But before he could say more, Damian stepped forward, his presence looming large as he towered over Elijah. With a smug grin, he placed a hand on Elijah’s chest and pushed him back. "Watch your tone, kid," Damian warned, his voice low and menacing. "You want to argue with her, you argue with me first. And trust me, you don’t want that." His eyes narrowed, his threat clear as he glared at Elijah.Elijah’s eyes filled with pain as he looked past Damian, locking his gaze on Sophia. His voice trembled,“Sophia, after everything we’ve been through, this is how you treat me? Like trash? Like I never mattered to you?”He took a shaky breath, his heart aching with betraya
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“Of course,” the General replied, his tone earnest. “You’re my son, and I want to make sure you have everything you need. It’s time you lived a life free of worry. Just let me know how you’d like it transferred.” Elijah’s breath caught in his throat. "Can I mention my account number to you then?" he asked quickly, his heart pounding with anticipation. The General chuckled lightly. "Your bank account will freeze if you get such a large sum at once. I assume you have a crypto USDT account, right?" Elijah nodded immediately. He had one, though it was empty—something he’d never really given much thought to. "Yes, I do," he replied, his voice shaky. "Good. Now, give me the details," the General instructed. Elijah fumbled with his phone, his hands trembling as he went through the app to find his USDT wallet address. His mind raced, barely believing what was happening. Once he had the long string of numbers, he carefully typed it out, gulping as he hit send. He stared at his screen, w
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Phantom’s eyes darkened, his jaw clenching, but Elijah wasn’t done yet."You’re not even your own boss then," Elijah continued, smirking."You’re just a puppet on Nathaniel’s strings. He throws a few coins at you, and you bark and fetch like a dog?"A few of the men visibly flinched, the insult hanging heavily in the air.Phantom's hands balled into fists at his sides, his body stiffening, but Elijah leaned in slightly, smiling even wider."I expected more from a man with a name like Phantom Reiss," Elijah said mockingly."But it turns out you’re just another street thug in a fancy cage playing gangster.”The room was dead silent for a moment. Even the dogs in the cages seemed to sense the tension, their growls low and threatening.Phantom Reiss’ nostrils flared, and his voice came out low and murderous,"You’ve got a death wish, Elijah Westbrook.”Phantom’s dark eyes glared coldly through the flickering light of the grim room.Nathaniel's voice came from the phone speaker, smug and v
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His cold, sharp eyes locked onto Elijah's calm, unwavering face.There was a moment of chilling silence, the sound of the dogs barking faintly behind them filling the heavy air.Phantom frowned slightly, as if assessing Elijah from head to toe.The blood-stained singlet on his chest stuck awkwardly to his skin, his muscles tense, the brutal energy he carried unmistakable.Yet before him stood Elijah — unflinching, arms slightly loose at his sides, his expression unreadable, almost casual.Phantom dropped the stick to the ground with a loud thud, wiped his hands slowly on a dirty cloth nearby, and took two slow steps closer, the tension thickening with every move.Phantom stared at Elijah for a long moment before a twisted smile curved on his lips.He opened his arms wide slightly and said in a low, taunting tone,"Elijah Westbrook... welcome."Elijah remained calm, his sharp gaze surveying the room again — the cages, the brutal scene behind Phantom, the men standing like loyal wolves
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The scarred man gritted his teeth furiously but stayed in place, glaring at Elijah with burning hatred, breathing heavily as if restraining himself.Elijah stood there, unbothered, a light smirk still on his face. His calmness only made them more unsettled."Tch," Elijah muttered, shifting his weight slightly on his heel, still relaxed. "If this is the best Phantom Reiss has, then maybe I should be disappointed already."The group stiffened hearing Elijah mention Phantom Reiss so casually.One of the rough-looking men stepped forward, pointing a thick finger at Elijah and barking, "How dare you mention boss's name with your filthy mouth?"Another, gripping a rusted pipe in his hand, spat on the ground and said angrily, "Let’s just beat him bloody here and now!" His voice was thick with rage.But immediately, one of the older, slightly smarter men grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back roughly."No! Are you dumb?" he snapped. "Boss said bring him, not break him here. If we mess him u
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Betty glanced at Sierra and suggested, “What about some jewelry? Like a nice chain or bracelet? Might look good on him.”Sierra shook her head gently. “I’ve not really seen Elijah wear those kinds of things. He’s more of the simple and classy type. I think these are enough.”“Alright then,” Betty nodded with a grin. “Still, what you’ve picked is solid.”With that, the two of them continued walking toward the mall’s main payment counter, their hands filled with stylish branded bags and other goods.On the other side of the floor, Sophia had also gathered a few items—less than Sierra but still noticeable. She began walking in the same direction, unaware of who else might be headed there. Her heels clicked lightly as she adjusted her purse and made her way to the counter to process her payment.As Sierra walked forward toward the main counter, her steps slowed slightly. Her eyes locked onto a familiar figure just a few meters ahead which was Sophia“That lady?” she murmured to herself, e
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As Elijah sat silently, staring at his phone screen while it rang, Superintendent Dorson chuckled mockingly and leaned back in his chair, clearly thinking he had the upper hand.“Now you’re quiet, huh?” Dorson smirked. “Thought so. Must be regretting that chairman story. You young people and your jokes—next thing you’ll say is you own half the city. Don’t worry, I won’t lock you up… yet.”He laughed again, smugly folding his arms. “You looked so confident before, now you look like someone who just realized he’s out of his depth.”Just then, Elijah’s phone screen lit up—Isla had picked up the video call.Her face came into view, seated at her sleek desk, her glasses perched delicately on her nose. Behind her, the Dominion Group’s logo gleamed brightly on the wall.“Yes, Master Elijah?” she said calmly, clearly on speaker as her voice echoed faintly through the phone.Dorson’s laughter froze midsentence. His eyes widened, brows furrowing in confusion as he leaned forward, staring at the
