00:02 - Moving Back
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REIGN
THREE YEARS LATER
"I can arrange somewhere comfy if you wouldn't like to move into the family house." Clay informed me as we arrived at the airport.
With my eyes scanning through a massive book of the business my father was in, I managed to answer him: "The place is fine."
"Then that's okay, Reign."
The mention of my name prompted me to stop and look over to him with creased brows.
"Why are you calling me by my name?" I simply asked.
If I am to do this, I would need support, and that is no way closer to how I should be treated.
"I am sorry, sir." He sounded apologetic.
"I expect respect just like you obeyed my father; you better advise your people. I wouldn't tolerate jokes." I educated him before proceeding to what I've been doing for hours.
It was five in the evening, and my two pilots had landed the jet safely in the place I didn't have the intention of returning.
But Matthias had confided in me, thinking it would be best to come home after my eighteen years birthday, which was two months ago.
It took two months to think about it, and finally, I made the decision to take control of my legit heritage.
Right now, I am back in the place my dad didn't want me to be, the place that once had been my home until he took me far away to boarding school and gave my cousin the place that was mine.
Exactly, he replaced me! And so I killed him.
We took the most effortless way (helicopter) to get to the place I would be living, my father's house. By we, I meant Clay and some two people I don't even know.
They were all dressed in suits and the kind of rugged looks that could scare anything away. Only they didn't scare me because I saw much worst than a fake facial expression to get paid.
When we arrived in the compound of the enormous house that is now mine, I climbed out of the helicopter and handed the book to Clay, who was beside me.
There was Matthias, standing by the pool, and a line of people dressed in uniforms.
The more closely I get, the more I get a better view of everything.
Next to Matthias, I spot the older woman who had my father in her stomach for nine months.
"What are you doing here, grandmother?" It was the first thing I asked.
"Is nice to see you again, Reign." She ignored my attitude and welcomed me with a thin, breathy voice.
She's a b***h! But we will get there.
"You look so good and man! The last time I saw you, you were so little." She added, grinning widely, adding wrinkles around her cheeks.
"You saw me at your son's funeral."
"That is your father." Her lips puckered at me.
Grandmother was pleasingly plump; her brown eyes scrutinized me through reading glasses.
"Talking about your father." Matthias started, attracting both our attention to him. My eyes sunk into their sockets as I wait for him to get to the point. "I have hired securities and guards for your protection. We have no idea who wanted your father dead. So I will keep you safe."
I sneered at him and headed for the opened door that led into the house, entirely belittling his idea: "I don't rely on people."
"Okay! But still, I have your back." He insisted, following behind me.
"Do you have a debt or something you don't want me to sue you for?"
I mean, he must want something from me for being this persistent.
"What? Of course not! I just wanted to make sure of your safety. Your father did well; his legacy deserves to keep going." I could hear him panting nervously.
I stop and turn around to face him, eyeing him for a full minute before scoffing.
"Where is my dear cousin?" I asked the middle-aged man before me.
He turns to the women and men dressed in the same uniforms, I guess might be the housekeepers, and ask: "Where is Eugene?"
"He is at the neighbors. It's Magnolia's birthday." Said some older women among the keepers.
"You want to see him?" Matthias queried.
My face scrunched instinctively.
"I would like it if he stays there forever. But what can I do? He has a room under my roof." I complain sarcastically. "But let him enjoy; he might as well won't be this happy ever again."
"You do know he's your brother? I don't want you boys fighting." Said, grandmother.
My eyes were smoldering when I retorted: "He is not my brother."
Eugene and I are nothing alike but put that aside; he had also successfully assembled what might be hatred between us when he thought he could replace me.
"And Clay, is there any way I can sign a restraining order against him?" I glance at the man holding my business book.
"You will not do that." Grandmother cautioned, appearing bothered already.
"Just kidding, grandmother." I chuckled, walking beside her. "So why are you here? Matthias didn't tell me you'll be here."
No one mentioned the old witch. Why is she here?
"I just want to keep an eye on you. Taking over everything wouldn't be that easy."
Oh really? I have no idea. I heard rumors, three people must have surpassed father's record, and now he is the fifth in line. Or more adequate, I am the fifth in line.
"I didn't have supervision before. Why will you think I will need it now that I am an adult." I asked the older woman.
Once again, ignoring me, she grabbed my hand and said: "Come, the maids made you a very delicious dinner. You must be hungry."
"I will have to rest first."
"Of course, and shower. It would help if you had it. It is what your mom always does after a long trip." She laughs at the memories as we walk into the house.
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