Novels by Melancholant

(Bryan’s POV) I stepped into the stadium, with my heart hammering against my ribs. I scanned my eyes around the high profiles in the Underground Society, each of them raising their banners into who they think will win the combat. Red for Bryan. Blue for Cole. I felt my fists clenching as I watched how the bleachers turn into a sea of blue lights. They seemed to have forgotten so fast who sent their invitations to attend here. Some of them even forgot that I’m the reason why my father helped them in the past. I’m the one who transacted with them to get to my father’s office at the time. Not Cole… I am. I was hoping that with those kind gestures, they would stand by me when this time comes. But looking at the boards rising around the stadium, I can tell that most of them are still in favor of Cole. No matter what they thought he did. No matter how much effort I exerted just to make him the fucking bad guy! I checked the transparent knu

(Bryan’s POV) I sat stiffly beside Cole on the two high-backed chairs with elaborate carvings before the sea of guests. I have been tapping my fingers against my thigh as I scanned my eyes around the room. There’s a hint of nervousness on my face that I’m trying so hard to hide by acting cool. But it’s just not working at all. I see how most of them are looking for Cole instead of me. They seemed really astonished by their presence. It’s funny how the majority of them were congratulating me a few seconds ago. Now, they don’t even pay attention to me at all. Didn’t the expensive wine’s flavor last a long time? How could they change their decisions so fast about this voting event? This was supposed to be my moment. A smooth transition of power from Lord Roberto to me. A flawless victory. But now, thanks to Cole, it’s turning into a fucking joke. I gritted my teeth as I stole a glance at him. He’s sitting beside me i

(Bryan’s POV) I glanced around the grand hall confidently. The entire place is alive with conversation and laughter of the guests. I can hear the clinking of their expensive glasses filling the place. The big chandeliers in the room just make everything look more luxurious. I moved through the crowd effortlessly with a practiced smile plastered on my face. I have been personally serving the guests their wine. Each bottle costs more than most people make in a year, but for these people, it’s nothing. They expect this kind of treatment. I’m not exactly complaining. As a matter of fact, I think it’s better for them to be materialistic. At least, I know exactly what to give them just to earn their support. Money is never a problem to a Hitwell like me. “Give me five more of those,” I said to the waiter who had been tailing me as I circled around the place. He nodded promptly before walking back to the wine chamber.

(Cole’s POV) I can’t breathe. The revelation is just too much for me to bear. I felt my fists clenched so tight that my nails dig into my own palms, but I barely feel the pain. My father’s death wasn’t an accident. Bryan killed him. My own brother. I grabbed the nearest chair and threw it against the wall. It shattered on impact, but it did nothing to calm the rage burning inside me. I want to rip Bryan apart. I want to watch him suffer the way he made our father suffer. How could he do something so evil?! “I’m going to kill him,” I growled. Butler Francis didn’t even flinch. He was just standing near the fireplace with his arms crossed, watching me like he’s been expecting this reaction. Why is he just telling me this now?! He should have told the moment he found out that Bryan was poisoning him! I frantically grabbed his collar, feeling the storm of rage swirling inside of

(Francis’s POV) [A Week Ago] “What is the meaning of this?!” I angrily said, tossing the box towards him. The bottles of arsenic poison dramatically rolled on the floors until it stopped into their scattered clothes on the floor. He glanced at me annoyed. I seemed to have interrupted his intimate moment with Michelle, but I couldn’t care less. Not after I found out that he has been ordering lots of poison from the same company for the last thirteen years. Why on Earth would he buy one thousand bottles of that?! Bryan frantically looked at me, his glares piercing deep into my bones, but that didn’t faze me. I did not raise him all these years to play with something so dangerous. I know how lethal envy could get, but I did not expect this. Where is he using that poison? To whom? His expression changed as soon as he saw the bottles on the tiled floor. He gestured to Michelle to leave the room. I watched him cover him

(Isaac’s POV) I frantically threaded my fingers through my hair after hitting the enter button for the last time. Virus removed successfully… I glanced up to the man who has been waiting for good news since I started trying to hack into the Chastier’s firewall. We knew that there’s no way we can contact them when we are their main enemy. It’s either I develop some kind of miracle… Or we’re never getting back to Bright. I lowered my head on the floor. “I’m sorry, Master Cole.” I sensed him glanced up at me blankly. I just finished reversing a virus defense from the site after my failed attempt to access them with an “I Love You” virus. We weren’t really expecting them to have something back in return. The last thing I remember is the new computer freezing before everything went black on it. I had to move to my old one. Stupid of me for getting too excited for the new one. It was Jade’s