Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir by Ryker Helios

28. Letting go of past is important.

Coraline instantly gets up from her seat and embraces me.

“I’m sorry, Jace,” she says, squeezing me.

I let her friendly warmth comfort me and wrap my arms around her. I do not like the fact that my mother’s

death makes me feel so out of depth. I feel like I’m weak for still getting this emotional over it after so

many years. The rational part of my brain understands that losing a parent, especially a parent who

entirely raised you is going to be hard, and that kind of wound cannot be healed easily. But the smaller,

illogically macho part of me that still reels over the fact Stone managed to send me to the hospital urges

me to man up and bottle all my feelings inside. It’s a constant battle to not give into that voice because

I’m well-read enough to know bottling up feeling ultimately leads to a nasty climax. So, I force away

those feelings and focus on the present, on the tickle of Coraline’s hair on my cheeks, and the pleasant

smell of her body wash that still drifts.

“It’s alright,” I say, “I mean, it’s sad and all, but I’ve come to terms with it. It was a hit-and-run, and the

driver of the car didn’t even stop to see if she was okay. She had been crossing the road, you see,” I feel

the old anger rise, “that bastard left without even slowing down.”

Coraline breaks away from me to give me a calculating look. “No one even saw the number plate?”

“Nope, no one did. Everyone was too busy trying to help my mother. She was…it hadn’t been pleasant.

There was a lot of blood.”

Coraline covers her mouth in her sympathy. “What happened to you afterward?”

“Well, I was nearly eighteen, so I was given a choice to stay out of the foster system and get

emancipated. Mom had a little money saved, and my father was willing to help as soon as I let him.”

“But you did not let him,” she guesses, and I can’t help but huff a laugh.

“I was angry, so angry at everything,” I whisper, “so I told him that I wanted nothing to do with him. I could

live alone; I could survive alone. I didn’t need his money. Deep down, I blamed him for not choosing my

mother over his wife. I irrationally thought that if we had been a family, mom would’ve never had to move

away from him, and thus get killed by the hit and run.”

I drag a hand over my face, my emotions tumultuous, “I wasn’t in a good headspace, so naturally, I came

up with convoluted logic. In my hurt, I lashed out all around me.”

“I remember the funeral,” Coraline says, “I didn’t visit because I was out of state at the time. But my

mother and father did.”

“I honestly don’t remember much about it,” I confess, “I was under this sort of haze throughout, watching

everything as I was underwater. School gave me some time off to get my head straight. It took me a

month to gain a semblance of normalcy again.”

“What did you do afterward? How did you survive?”

“I made a plan. The apartment my mom paid for was too much for me to afford on my own, so I moved to

a smaller, more affordable one. Used up some of my mom’s savings until I could find a decent job. It

wasn’t easy, the first few days. I was so worried about surviving that I only had two meals per day. But

somehow, I found a balance Had to work two jobs, though I also freelanced on the internet, writing

academic paperc and such. After I graduated, I applied to a bunch of schools. King’s College was not my

choice, but Gerald always called me despite my protests and encouraged me to apply for the

scholarships there. I did it almost as a joke. I was going to go to community college.”

“But you got the scholarship,” Coraline provides, “I’m not surprised. Your grades were awesome back

then, as I remember.”

I manage a smile at that, “Thanks. So, yeah. Moved to Empire city, got a job and an apartment, and

started college. And then Stone happened, and here we are.”

“Here we are,” she repeats, “why did you come back?”

“I don’t know,” I murmur, “maybe I got too tired of running and hiding. It was a particularly bad day when I

decided that enough was enough, and I was letting my past anger ruin my life. So I sort of let go.”

By now it is lunchtime, so Coraline and I decide to take a bit of a break and stretch our legs. We have an

adequate cafeteria in Zelt Tech, but there were little cafes and food joints strewn all around, so most of

the time we went out to eat. Today, we decided to visit a pizza joint we were both fond of

As we wait for our order to arrive and chat amicably. I ask Coraline what happened to her after

graduation.

“Well, as you are aware, I’m still attending university as well,” she says, ” got selected to an accelerated

business studies program at the state university, and it’s going great. I only got one more year to

graduate.”

“Really?” I raise my brows, impressed, “and you manage to do this job while also studying for an

accelerated course?”

Coraline shrugs with a smile, “I like keeping busy Besides, you’re the same as me ”

“Not really, my program is a normal bachelor’s degree.” I point out, 1 got plenty of downtime compared to

you.”

Then almost hesitantly, I add, “how did Aiden happen?”

She sighs, “Our college did this joint club fair with a bunch of other schools King’s College was one of

them. Aiden was there, and he had the handsome, bad-boy thing going on I’m ashamed to say I fell head

over heels almost instantly. At first, he was gracious, smart, funny, and sexy. But then things got rough,

and he became aggressive.”

She is interrupted when our food arrived. Coraline was trying out a new topping today, her half of the

pizza comprised some sort of mushrooms and meat. I’d opted for good old cheese and pepperoni for

mine. With a sigh, Coraline takes a bite out of the pizza slice she picked, and chews.

“The first one was after my birthday. We had a party, and I danced with some of my friends. One of these

friends was a guy, and he didn’t like it. And then-”

Her eyes narrow into slits as a blush rises to her cheeks.

“It’s okay,” I assure her, “you don’t have to go into details…”

But she’s shaking her head, her expression distressed.

“No, I…I…something…” she chokes, and her eyes widen. Her hands fly to her neck, and she begins to

gasp for breath.

“Coraline, what’s wrong?!” I screech, gaining the attention of the pizza joint.

Coraline chokes, “ALLERGY!”