He walked to his room, eyes finding Lexie stood by the closet, holding in hand the bag that contained all the money he had left.She looked over at him, eyes gaping wide. "It beeped, something inside of it beeped!"Zheme swallowed heavily, shaking his head in denial. "I searched that bag, no we searched that bag, there was nothing inside, so hearing a beep is certainly impossible.""I heard it Zheme," Lexie persisted. "I swear to god, I heard it."Zheme grabbed the bag from her grasp, shaking its contents out onto the floor. The money, that's all he saw, nothing else and that somehow managed to calm his bursting nerves. "See Kitten, you're being delusional, there's nothing in the ba—"A sudden sound drifted like the wind to both their ears, a ringtone, a phone, a f*cking phone! Zheme didn't bring his phone, he had left it in his car and furthermore, this annoying sound was not his ringtone, so whose w—?"Quickly, he fiddled with

Zheme's heartbeat was palpitating at a speed it never had before and his fingers that gripped the gun were shaking with anxiety.This was all a surprise to him. He had initially thought that Dan was apart of his father's twisted plan, but now it's seems his father had been the one apart of Dan's.This, all of it was too hard to process, how could it have turned out like this?Dan the mastermind...?His father the victim...?Zheme would've never guessed it, but now since the real truth had forcibly found its way to him, he was sorry.For doubting his father...For condemning him...For hating him...And lastly for trying to kill him.What if he had succeeded?Then he'd be in an even bigger pit of regret, but now instead of regret, he was buried in fear, for the father who had aspired to protect him was laying on the floor, panting unsteadily and bleeding heavily.What if he...w

Amongst the fear that flowed relentlessly within Zheme, there now laid anger.No sadness... No pity...No regret...Only anger, repulsion, disgust for this old man; supposedly known as his grandfather.How could someone's mind be this corrupt?How could someone hold onto a grudge for this long?His mother had left him at the age of seven?Well at least she got a chance to leave willingly, Zheme's was forcibly taken away from him. And his father had hung himself? That was nothing compared to what both Zheme and his father had to endure.The whips, the manipulation...if they were for a good cause then perhaps Zheme wouldn't have felt this bad, but they were for nothing at all, nothing but Dan's stupid conviction.For it was stupid, He just lost his mom and his dad and then thought the world fell upon his shoulder, well Zheme lost his mom and while his father was alive, he fel

A whole of three weeks had passed since the incident and in that space of time, Zheme and Lexie had flown back to their native country. He had regained his original position as CEO and had even pinpointed and taken out the cameras that resided in his house.Everything felt normal, but nothing was the same.The sadness that had reigned in his heart still lingered, he could feel it, gnawing at his flesh, consuming him little by little. He knew why it stayed, so prominent, so dense, he knew why and yet he could do nothing to alleviate or exterminate it.It seems that sadness was there to remind him of everything he had lost just to gain, everything that left him in a deep pit of pain, he felt like crying, but no tears would come, so instead, he resorted to apologizing for everything he had done.Thus why he stood, shakily, broken-heartedly at the graveside of one of his stepping stools, of someone who it seems he had used to gain his freedom, but had

With a nervous shake in his feet, Zheme sat by the hospital bed, Lexie's hand in his and his dark eyes fixated on his father. The room was cold and bright and the ambient was silent, so much so that if a pin dropped, the sound would be blaring to the ears.His father stared back at him too, eyes just as dark as Zheme's but within them was flourishing distress. Zheme could see it, his father was nervous too, deep in worry and perhaps drowning in anxiety.Maybe he thought Zheme was here to mercilessly discriminate him, to judge him with his eyes and punish him with his words, but Zheme was here to do neither.He wanted reconciliation, he craved it, if not back then, he needed it now...Now when he desired a father...Now when he finally thinks he has one.Back then, he might've called Maxwell his father, but he had never thought of him as one. After all, which father would've mercilessly punished their child for defending