The Billionaire's Revenge

The trailer that had hit us lingered for a few more minutes and I chanted, 'Help us' in my head for as long as I knew I could stay awake. But help never came.My last hope was dashed when the trailer retreated and drove past us on the road. I traced the brown trailer with my eyes until it was completely out of view. That was when I realized what the world was about. Cold and distrustful. The man in the trailer didn't even make an attempt to help. He just treated it like we didn't exist.After the trailer zoomed off, my eyes started to tingle due to the blood that was trickling over my eyelids.I looked at my father and with shaky hands, I reached for him. When my right hand finally stopped on his neck, I froze, taken aback by how his movements were… stale. Almost non-existent."Pa," my hands moved over his chest and stopped on his left wrist. As I squeezed it, my stomach dropped. I didn't need a doctor to tell me what had happened, being a med student myself, one of the basic things t

It was a Thursday, two weeks after the 'accident'. My father had been laid to rest and I had mourned him even though I held some grudges towards him."Mason, what are you thinking about? You must not seem absent-minded when I introduce you to my family, and embarrass me. That is one thing I won't accept." "Yes miss," I said without hesitation.I was walking right by the side of Racheal, the woman that saved me, as well as my future 'wife' To fulfill the contract after begging her to save me, I had to do this. Anyway, this is one of them, and I had to convince myself that it wasn't that big of a deal. I was wearing a fancy suit and expensive, polished shoes that seemed too heavy for my feet to carry. But I did not have a stance to speak. I choosed this. And it was necessary if I wanted to seem worthy of her."Here," she pushed her expensive purse into my chest and I was quick to grab it before it fell."Carry it," She said as she strutted over the entrance of the wide-angle mansion