Semua Bab LOVE ME FOR ME! Son-in-laws ultimate revenge! : Bab 91 - Bab 100

Adrianna opened her eyes slowly. Her head was pounding, she felt weak and sick to her stomach. She lay on a hard single bed. The room was dim,there was a glimpse of light from a tiny window at the far corner of the room. She shivered as the cold crept into her bones. She lifted her hands to wipe her burning eyes but could not. They were tied behind her back and so were her legs, bound together at the ankles. She tried to scream but her throat was too dry, only a hoarse whisper left her lips.She could feel a sway , a gentle rocking motion beneath her body. She lifted herself up and hopped to the window. She could see the night sky. The stars looked beautiful and the moonlight eluminated a small part of the room. she could hear waves, the cal sound of the ocean. Her eyes shot open in shock, She was in the middle of the ocean.Adrianna became frantic, her heart pounding, she let out a hoarse scream. A shrill cry escaped her lips. Jomping up and down she created a thuddin

John exited the taxi at the driveway of the hotel. He looked at the building with a fresh set of eyes. It was exquisitely built,the finest architecture he had seen in all his life. It was a victorian style building.  The building was atleast 22 stories high , The ivory white exterior with honey glow trimmings made it elegant in the sun or the moon. No matter the lighting the building stood out.He saw the lincoln pull up just outside the entrance and Old Mr Walters stepped out, giving the valet guy the keys. John walked up the stairs just behind him. He watched as Patrick was greeted politely and ushered to a private seating area. As John walked following behind , the waitor stopped him in his tracks. Patrick turned around to look at the scene unfolding in front him. ''Why are you following me, this is for the elite guests only'', the waitor said coldly.John wanted to ask him if he knew who he was when he saw the waitor wink.''I

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*The knock was loud in quiet night. It was only eight in the afternoon but John knew that everyone would be gone to bed. The rules had always been lights out at 7h30pm sharp. He also knew that the head mistress would be gone for the day, leaving only the night nanny and janitor who lives in the orphanage. He stood out side patiently waiting for and answer but it was still silent. He picked up the door knocker once more and was about to release it when the door abruptly jerked open. He was greeted by the always smiling Janitor. His face was wrinkled and worn out with age. He was in his mid forties when John was sent to the orphanage,now being in his late sixties almost seventies he was still so warm and humble as before. He was reluctant to let john enter but after a brief moment he opened the door slightly allowing John to squeeze himself in.He watched John with his failing eyesight as John entered in. Closing the door behing John he motioned hi

John stared at the pages in front of him. The letter still in hand. He could not believe his eyes. What was really going on here. Is this the reason , Mr Paul was so reluctant? But why? What else is there to know?This information was just straight forward, except the part of letting him out on the street. That was just cold.I have been watched all my life. In secret.I have been shown the cold shoulder on purpose. I was rejected on purpose. Although the truth hurt , it was benificial to him in many ways. All these years he felt broken and alone, was a purpose act for him to gain his independance. Why would they want to hide this from him?John gathered the papers and put the into the folder again.He got up off the floor slowly. His legs were now numb and cold. He jiggled and kicked his legs out a few times to wake it up, trying to be as silent as possible. He looked at the folder onve more before tucking it back into the cabinet. He had read all its contents to the ful

'John, It is time for you to know''These words were like music to his ears. He left the letter on the table and looked into their eyes. There were no more fear, just shame and regret.It was already 2h30 pm. John was now looking at the big grandfather clock at the corner of the room. He knew he didn't have much time. AHe needed to know. ''Lets cut to the chase. Time is running out'', John spoke impatiently.They looked at each other and then John. ''Son, I want to start by saying sorry. Sorry on behalf of your parents. They did what they did to protect you. We all were just looking out for your best interest. You were the billion dollar baby'', Mr Paul spoke with a distant look in his eyes as if remembering a far off memory.Mrs June touched his hand in reassurance that he was doing the right thing.He continued,'' It all started before you were born. There was a a rift between your father and his brother. Your grandmothe