My name belongs to me only

The truth part 2

‘That bastard, Rico, coming into my house and claiming that my family is plotting against me. What a joke, they can’t possibly do that, they can’t, and they never will.’ He had to crawl to the medical drawer, as he rubbed disinfectant on his face, making him hiss in pain. But if he could take the punch, which he didn't do well, then he had to be able to handle the sting from the chemical he placed in his face to prevent an infection from happening.

From the shadows, as Rico was using binoculars to see what Franbel was doing, only for him to see him cursing in pain.

’He is such a weakling,’ He thought to himself.

‘It looks like he will only learn after getting hurt and that is going to happen soon. After all, it is only a matter of time before everything is done, and he is still crawling? Oh my goodness, I need to leave right now, because this is just sad.’ He grimaced. Disgusted by this sight of Franbel, he drops his binoculars and walks out onto the oversize garden with red roses on the right side and purple tulips on the left side. He bent down and held a rose and crushed the petals of the flower, as he looked at the cream-colored exterior of the mansion, with the gray cars and navy-blue-suited male guards stationed around the entrance. ‘The destruction of the William family will happen in the next two days, just like last time, but this time only one of them will survive, and I am going to save only one, and that is going to be me. The person you must save first must be yourself.’

As he chuckled at his thoughts, it wouldn’t be long before everything was going to be fixed. As he held his head up high to look at the stars, only to laugh like a Maniac. Damn, I can’t contain my excitement. Well, I wonder if I am just going to do anything this time around.’

He thought to himself after he left the manor. Immediately leaving after that moment, wondering what grandma and Mandela were plotting would be up to no good. Immediately leaving after that moment, wondering what grandma and Mandela were plotting would be up to no good.

Meanwhile, in another room in the manor, Mandela, Jessica and the old grandma were discussing the next phase of their plan.

“My sweet grandson, where did you find such an amazing actor? I was so convinced that he was your brother.”

She exclaimed.

“Don’t thank me, thank my fiancé for what made it happen. Besides, we are only doing this to benefit ourselves, isn’t that right, Jessica dear?”

As he turned his head to the blonde-haired lady wearing a red jumpsuit and black heels standing at the corner of the room while holding the small table containing the pictures of the entire family.

“Of course, my dear.”

She replied as she moved closer to him to hold him around his neck, hugging him from the back while massaging his light brown hair with precise care.

“After all, this is all for Mandela, after all,”

A statement from both grandma and Jessica.

“Everyone stopped caring for Franbel a long time ago. We brainwashed his friends, ruined the ones who refused to the point that he is now a loner. Everything belongs to you, Mandela, just because you weren’t the firstborn doesn’t mean you aren’t worthy, you are more qualified than your brother will ever be,” Mrs. William said proudly, as Mandela smiled brightly. "Thank you, Grandma. You are truly the best," He told her.

'This is all for me, Mandela. I couldn’t care less about this family, even if I tried, it wouldn’t change anything, even the fact that I never loved you. You are nothing but my pawn to my success after all.'

As she laughed with them, not knowing what was going on in Jessica’s head. She simply celebrated with both of them, glancing at the pictures of the two brothers together as kids, as one was clearly favored over the other. 'This is sad,' She thought to herself, but remained quiet, since all she had to do was wait and everything would be in place either way.