A NIGHT WITH MY EX-LOVER'S BROTHER

ARIANA'S POV

"Your espresso and two slices of pastry." I smiled warmly and handed his order to him.

"Our last order for the day." Quinn drawled right after the man left. She ripped off her apron and tossed it to God knows where.

"Quinn."

"Yes, baby girl?"

"It's till morning." She turned her gaze to the clock and confirmed my words. Her smile fell as she slumped onto the chair.

"Why?! I'm so tired."

"We opened an hour ago, crybaby." I laughed at her behaviour. It was always the same dialogue every day. Quinn was the crazy and free-spirited kind of girl, laughing, cracking jokes, and raining abuses on whom she deemed fit.

She once spent an entire week cussing her mother for not being a fancy, rich ass and herself for not being lucky enough to be born in Spain and work at a mall, just so she could "stumble" upon the famous footballer; Rolando, and marry him.

Yeah, crazy!!!.

I drifted away from the counter and gazed at the fancy tables and chairs set in a diagonal direction with white napkins laid on them. Espresso de Cafe wasn't New York's biggest cafe or some wealthy bullshit. It was a simple roadside cafe, small yet had a homely feeling. Well, I thought that way; Quinn thought it was a prison with glass walls and a direct view of Salvatore Restaurant, one of New York's biggest restaurants.

"Says someone who would work overtime without being paid. Please... At least." She hurried to one of the chairs close to the glass wall and sat. "I can see this beautiful restaurant with all those beautiful cars."

"When will you change, Quinn?" I sighed.

Walking closer, I trailed my gaze to the restaurant; it was everything a normal human being would love - a three-story building, classy interior, a famous chef, paid musicians for entertainment, and, of course, the ground floor was layered with tinted glass, unlike ours. They could see us, but we couldn't.

Strangely, the thought got me trembling; my toes curling on their own. Someone was staring at me; I could feel it. It may sound crazy, but every single day, I get the same feeling. Like there was someone in that restaurant, seated beside their tinted glass wall, watching me; every second, every move.

Mindlessly, I moved closer to the glass, my face pressed against the mirror as I tried my best to see who on the other side was staring. It was tinted glass; there was no way I could see him, but I was far beyond reasoning. Curiosity swirled through me like a hurricane, scattering any reasoning.

I squinted my eyes and stared; I knew the unknown stalker was still watching, probably laughing at my efforts. Just then, I got a glimpse of his eyes; the brightest pair of jade green, dulled by the tinted glass.

The hair on my skin prickled up; my breath seized as our gazes held each other. He raised his cup and took a sip of...

Wait... wasn't that our logo? He was drinking coffee made from our cafe, but I didn't sell coffee to a guy with dazzling green eyes.

His eyes sparked in mischief, like he knew what I was thinking but who was he? And why was he staring at me?

"Who the hell are you staring at?" I snapped out of my thoughts at Quinn's words.

"Huh?"

"Who were you staring at? Or are you waiting for someone? Your moron boyfriend."

I spun around and shot my right eyebrow up.

"What? I am telling the truth. God, I hate that prick."

"Quinn!!. Leon isn't like that."

The whole world knew him as Leonard Zane, the brother to the richest CEO, Franklin Zane, and a party monk, but Leon wasn't like that; he just behaved a little silly. Deep down, he was kind, nice, caring, and understanding.

"Yeah, right. Let me guess: Leonard, the party monkey, was kind and nice; he flirts with girls, but he's a decent man, right?"

She scoffed.

"That man is a fool, an arrogant one. Girl, have you seen the way he talks to you like he's doing you a favour by dating you, while it's the other way around? That punk doesn't deserve someone as pure as you."

"Leon does, and please don't talk about him like that. He's nice."

She groaned aloud. "You're hopeless. What do you even see in him? I would have gone for his elder brother. God!!!!, he's so fucking handsome!!!"

There she goes. I sighed and sat across from her. It would take an hour before she finally stopped whining about Franklin Zane. He was okay; I had never seen him in person, although I did visit Leon's grandfather, who acted too young for his age. Franklin was named the youngest billionaire in New York, the king of perfection.

"Legends say he became the CEO at the age of 17, with an IQ of 140. The sexiest billionaire devil. He's so handsome but way too cold. I heard he turned down a date with the owner's daughter." She whispered the last part.

"Owner?"

"The Salvatore."

Franklin visits Salvatore Restaurant. Wait... Could that be... No. What am I thinking??. Franklin was damn busy; he wouldn't spend his day staring at me through a tinted glass.

"Anyway... Guess what?"

With Quinn, you can never "guess what.". 'I don't know."

"There's a new club opening tonight."

"And I'm out of here." I stood.

"I'm serious, Ariana. Let's go, it will be fun."

"Your definition of fun is my definition of danger, crazy, and extreme madness. I'm not going."

"Please. I promise it will be fun. Please." She pouted, cutely.

"No. And I'm serious; I'm not going."

~~~~~~

The loud music thudded in the large hall, accompanied by the screams of sweaty teenagers who just didn't know how not to embarrass themselves. I navigated the crowd, clutching onto Quinn for my dear life. The main light dimmed, leaving only the disco ball glowing above us.

To be honest, Quinn was too cute and damn good at convincing someone.

I really shouldn't be here; I should be at home watching Netflix, all curled up in my bed.

"God, I love this!!!." Her screams were muffled by the loud music.

"I hate it here. I want to go home!!!."

She rolled her eyes and dragged me towards the bar. "A little drink will get you moving."

"Drink? I don't drink." I never have, not in my happiest moment or even my saddest. I thinned my lips, and let the emotion weigh me down.

"Why? Just take this. You'll love it. Alcohol is the best cure."

"No. I'm not drinking; I want to go home!!."

"Don't be a baby; chill and move your body, just like them."

Them? I scanned the crowd; the sight of people dancing and swaying their tiny waists was sickening. My stomach churned and threatened to cough up my lunch. Just then, to make it all worse, my gaze landed on a couple who I could swear must have met each other for the first time today. They lunged onto the chair; the lady was naked, spread wide, and being fucked by the naked guy.

My insides twisted in disgust as my breakfast and lunch made their way back to my mouth. I clasped my lips, trying to stop my vomit.

Kissing was okay, but sex... I couldn't even say it without shivering.

"Ariana, are you okay?"

"Bathroom." I muffled.

"Down the hall, to the left..." I ran off before she could complete her words.

Left? I pushed the door open and emptied my stomach in the sink.

After fifteen minutes of vomiting and regretting why I gave in to Quinn's demands, I washed up and headed back to the s*X area of a club.

"Can you calm down?" I halted at the voice. Who the hell was shouting this loud in their room?

"Calm down? So this is what it is. I thought we would come here and party like we used to, like the couple we are, but it's obvious that you only want s*x."

Like she didn't want it. I scoffed, ready to leave when the man spoke, his voice damn too familiar.

"I don't. If I did, I wouldn't be with that plain Jane. Sweetheart, I'm doing everything you told me. You said to stay away from her; I did. Then you said woo her and break her heart, and I'm trying to."

"Trying for how long? It's been six months, Leonard."

Strange; he had the same name as my Leon.

"I'm trying, but your friend is one hell of a bitch, always quiet and closed off. She wouldn't even let me kiss her cheeks, so how do you expect me to fuck and dump her? Sugar biscuits, I am yours. Yours only."

"You will never leave me for her?"

Cheap. I hissed, walking out.

"Who would leave a fine-ass babe for plain Ariana? I am yours."

I screeched to a stop. Did I just...No... No, I must have heard wrong. It... It must be someone, it can't be my Leon.

I took a step forward, curiosity eating deep into me like a termite, my hands suddenly sweaty and shaking.

It can't. I..will just check, just a peek.

I spun around and peeked through the keyhole.

I froze.

My breath hitched as blood drained from my being; the truth came with its force, knocking out my breath and laying waste to my heart.

He gripped her hair kissing her lips like a starved animal.

He..my Leon.

My heart squeezed in an insufferable way. The lady pulled away and settled to undress herself. In the brick of the moment, her face came into view, and my soul left my body.

"C..co..Cora??."

I froze; my eyes burned as hot tears seeped down my cheeks and blurred my vision. I gripped onto the plain baggie top I wore fisting it in my knuckles.

Cora??. And Leon??.

I clasped my teeth trying to stop the clattering sound it made.

C..co..Ra??. "I..I.."

~~~~ __Ariana!!! I care for you. I might be your sister but I do care for you.

Ariana, take care. You are special to me~~~_

I held my hand over my ears, trying to stop the echoes of her fake promises.

"What are you doing??." I jotted out my thoughts and stared at the waiter.

"Are you staring at them??. Who are you??."

"I..." Without answering, I gathered myself from the floor and dashed out.

With my every footfall, their voices beckoned in my ears; the truth revealed itself, or rather, I was finally able to see it.

~~~~ Leon is a jerk, a flirt, Ana. Leonard is a flirt, he isn't a decent man. That man is a fool, an arrogant one. That punk doesn't deserve someone as pure as you. Ariana, I don't trust that boyfriend of yours. ~~~

Quinn was right!!. She was fucking right!. I gripped the nearest wall; my head rested on It as I tried to ease the suffocating pains I felt in my chest.

He was a jerk!!. Quinn was right!!!. That punk is a flirt. He is a cheap monkey!!!.

Everything was a lie!!. His words, his promises, everything I thought we shared was a farce, a lie.

"They were all the same," I whispered wiping the tears that stained my cheeks. "They were all the same!! Liars, cheaters!!! Manipulators." I sniffled.

"Fuck him!!!. Fuck all of them. I'm done."

Storming out, I grabbed my purse, which was on the sidebar, ready to get the fuck out of the hell hole. I...I needed to leave, to sulk in the dark like I always did.

I turned scanning the crowd for Qunin.

"Alcohol is the best cure!!!. Pains disappear in minutes." A girl cheered washing down the alcohol.

"Ma, a drink?." The waiter cooed, extending the glass of alcohol.

Without sparing a second thought, I grabbed the glass, tossed my head back and consumed the alcohol. It scorched through my throat, letting out a burn.

Exactly what I needed.

"More!!." I gritted.

Fuck Leon!!! Fuck Cora!!! Fuck everyone!!!.

"Plain?!!. Well, fuck him!!." I screamed, loving the feeling. The feeling I had never thought I would feel. I was long overdue for a release; I needed to pour out my frustration and years of bottled pain.

I jerked the second glass and gulped it before tossing the glass to hell knows where.

I was tired of being the understanding fool!!. I was tired of hiding my pains, of bottling everything up.

Fuck everyone!!!!!

I sat, my bag tossed aside.

"The hardest!." The bartender nodded and offered the next glass. I swallow in one go, my gaze slowly becoming blurred. "More," I repeated, consuming every single glass I was given till I was too drunk to see a thing.

"He..he called me plain after...he said he loved me!!." I whined rubbing my hair. "That bastard, I...I.."

"Do you want more ma??." I beamed happily.

"You..you are nice...unlike my useless boyfriend. No!!." I shook my head. "Not boyfriend, ex-boyfriend. That punk was there, shoving his tongue into my best friend's mouth, eww!!!." I shuddered.

"That's sad." The waiter replied and placed the glass of wine in my hands.

Mindlessly, I gulped it down, my eyes heaved to see his face.

"I know, my ex-boyfriend is a scrum!!!." I screamed and threw the glass to the ground. Luckily, the music was too loud; no one could hear a thing, I barely heard what he was saying.

"You are so kind and nice. Why did he do that to you??."

"Why??. I..I didn't ask him." I slurped. "Wait!!!." I stood gripping onto the chair to stabilise myself. "I will ask him!!. He needs to tell me why??. I..I.am so nice..and cute so why??." I pouted staggering around. "I..i..never asked him for anything, I was always understanding, I believed everything he said to me. I was wrong, as usual; why do I always trust the wrong people? Why do I always fall victim? No matter what I do, I always get hurt, and I always feel scattered. I..I..am always felt to suffer."

I gripped the chair, letting the tears slide down my cheeks freely.

"I am a fool!!."

"No, you aren't. You should ask him why??." I jerked my head up till drowsy from the alcohol.

"You are right, I should go," I muttered, staggering and falling till I reached the door. I pushed it open, my gaze settled on the empty room.

"Did they disappear??!. Oh god!!." I grasped falling to the floor. "My ex-boyfriend is a wizard!!!."

"Ma, they have gone home."

Home??. Yeah. I smiled, not sparing the man a glance. That bastard must have gone home.

Well, Mr. Leonard, I am coming!!.

I clutched the wall dragging myself to my feet. "Thanks, sir." I giggled, making my way to the crowd. Pull to a still, by the sudden urge I felt, desires splashed on me like a flood eroding all sense of reasoning. I gripped my top, trying to make it through the sweaty crowd, my body too hot to breathe.

God!!. I groaned, trying to take a breath. I pushed the door open as the cold breeze slammed against my fragile skin, enveloping me in its cold embrace. My cunt squeezed harder as I clasped my legs shut.

"Was this the effect of drinking??." I muttered dragging myself

"Taxi!!." I screamed at the approaching car. It screeched to a halt and slid the door open.

"To Zane villa but I don't have money."

He thinned his lips, I think. It was way too dark, and the street light was too far to cast its rays on him.

"It's pretty late, and you are drunk; that's the only reason I will drop you home."

"Thanks!!!." I squeaked and ducked into the car, suppressing the throb I felt in between.

"To Zane villa!!!." I screamed.

~~~~~~

UNKNOWN LOCATION.

The men, dressed in black suits, rushed in, their footfalls echoing through the walls of the resort.

"Find him!!!." One growled as they bragged into every and any room they saw.

"This can be happening!!. Fuck!!." He barked, slamming his fist to the white-painted wall, his teeth clasped in an insufferable way. "I can't!!. I can't lose, not after everything!!!!."

"Sir. The media are here and he is nowhere to be found." The guard spoke.

"Nowhere to be found?!!!!!. Are you fucking with me? How the hell can a grown man disappear into thin air? He is here!!!." He thudded.

"We have been searching for an hour, sir. He can't be here."

He spun around and grabbed the man. "I am the fucking boss not you."

"Sorry, sir."

"I don't give a fuck about your sorry. Franklin Zane is here somewhere. Find him." He gritted.

"Sir...maybe he.."

"I don't want to hear your stupid excuse. For Christ's sake, he is drugged. He must be around here trying to release. Find him and get him to where he should be. The media are outside, minutes away from stepping into that room." Jerking the man closer, he spat. "...And if Franklin Zane isn't in that room by the time they get there, then you wouldn't be in this world by the time they decide to leave, Understand??."

The man worked down a hard swallow, nodding.

"Use your fucking words!!!."

"Y..yes, sir."

He pulled him away, storming out of the resort, hands clenched, green eyes darkened, jaw locked and facial features hidden under his black hoodie.

He brushed through the media, heading towards his car before he halted. "Franklin Zane!!! You darn bastard!!!." He slammed his fist against the car. "You escaped this time but how long will you be lucky??. One way or the other I will catch you.." A sickening smile curled on his lips. "And when I do, no one will be able to save you."

~~~~~~~~~

ARIANA's POV

"Leon..ard", my supposed scream was muffled by the pains I felt between me; my head spun as I tried to make hay of where I was.

Zane villa??.

I grip the golden rail which secured the little fountain. "God!! This place was bigger than...than.. The whole country." I mumbled, staggering my way into the mansion.

The moonlight shone above the white mansion, casting its rays on the golden stairs which led in. I tottered in, my gaze hazy barely seeing what was afar.

"Leon..you bastard..why did you break my heart??." I grasped a mouth full of air squeezing my legs tighter, my in-between arching to be touched, to be exploited, to be fucked in ways a virgin shouldn't think of.

I made my way up the stairs, gripping the golden rails, my body trembling violently.

I..I..needed to be touched. I. I was arching.

Mindlessly, my hands trailed to my waist and under my baggie white top, slowly making my way to my trousers. I yanked it away, groaning at the pain I felt.

No..no I can't. I have never and I wouldn't start now. I tightened my grip on the rails, tears flooding my cheeks as my core throbbed harder begging for attention.

I can't.. But I..I need to.

A small cry tore from my throat, my being shaking with desires.

I need to..

I turned, stalking my way to the nearest room, I needed release,

I was drugged.

I wasn't that dumb; I had watched my fair share of spicy movies and read dangerously a number of erotica; I could give myself the release I desired.

With every step I took, my core rubbed together eliciting a little fiction. I pushed the door Into the nearest room shutting it immediately.

"Control Ariana!. Control." I breathed crouching to the cold floor, my breath ragged, tears blistering my eyes. "Control!!. Please." My nails dug into my palm as I fought with the urge to give in.

Just then, the sound of a door opening thudded through the dark room, almost overshadowing my ragged breath; a figure strode out, his steps letting a faint echo; soon he was close, so close I could smell the intoxicating scent of raw vinegar. My core clenched with desire as I shot my eyes up staring at the geek God upfront. Rough hair, chiselled jawline, green radiant eyes which glowed in the barely lit room, I trailed my gaze down and choked on air.

He..he was naked. Completely naked. His muscles were tight and tough, his biceps huge, and his d!ck even bigger. Erected and spilling precum.,

Oh, Jesus!!. "I'm screwed"

Subconsciously I licked my lips, the mere sight of his hardened d!ck added more to my sensual desires.

After what seems to be hours of staring at his huge d!ck, I lifted my gaze and bored into those lustfully eyes, daring me to forget my morals and do exactly what my body craves.

I should get out of here before I did something wrong, I should run for my dear life, yet....

I sprang to my feet, and we collapsed the distance between us in sync. Our lips collided, his hand roughed me closer pressing me against his erection.

Fuck!! Fuck!!!.

Trailing my fingers up his perfect to his hair which I dug into, black oddly soft hair, his firm lips molded against mine devouring me.

He gripped my ass, squeezing it as a moan slipped out of my lips and poured into his.

The unmistakeable tear of my cloth followed his husky grunt. With one move, I was off my feet, straddling in his arms with my legs wrapped around his torso.

I fell to the bed with light thud, watching him tower over me, his hands gripped the last fabric I wore as he ripped it off like i didn't pay a fortune for those summer undies

I was completely naked, beneath a man I knew nothing of, begging to be fucked.

He parted my legs with my one swift move, his lips still on mine. I jerked feeling him slipping into my fold.

Shit!! He was huge!! Big!! Enormous.

I dug my fingers into his shoulders letting out a painful cry at his entrance yet he didn't stop, he pushed further till he was completely inside. Just then he pulled out a slammed back in a jeering force, my head spun, heart drummed beats and inside folded, I clung unto him for my little life.

I'm over screwed!!

I stared at him knowing full well that I might and will definitely regret this.

Minutes turned into hours, as we plundered into each other, extracting the pleasure we desperately needed.

This was fucking wrong, we shouldn't be here, I shouldn't_I should be at home sulking over the betrayal of my ex lover, I should be weeping my eyes out or doing whatever heartbroken girls do but here I am; bare, sweaty and beneath Franklin fucking Zane, been fucked to pieces.

The moon light peek from the white curtain and caressed down on his perfect features, green jade eyes which glowed with lust, wickedness and something else I couldn't decrypt , pointed sharp nose that nested above his God damn beautiful lips, those lips which devoured me in ways a catholic child shouldn't. Heck!!! I shouldn't even be here, with him, leg spread, hair tousled and vocals too sore to produce any sound.

"Moan for me, my dirty slut."

My treacherous body reacted to his command almost immediately. His cock jammed it me with force that jerk both me and the bed. I clung unto his broad shoulder, sweat prickled down my body as I tried my best not to collapse.

My gaze hazy from the effect of both the hours of sex, alcohol and the Aphrodite. I could feel it, I was five seconds away from blacking out

Like he read my mind, he tugged my hair harshly, his gaze bored in mine as he spoke. "Don't you dare faint."..And I did faint, on our ninth mind blowing orgasm, till intoxicated by everything, I mumbled a word of apology slipping into the darkness called sleep.

I felt a hand curl around my slit waist and pulled me into what seem to be a hard but cozy surface, those deep rich voice murmured something, something that made my heart tugged in ease.

~~~~~~~~~~~

FIVE YEARS LATER.

FRANKLIN's POV

I clenched and unclenched my jawline for the seventh or a thousandth time in an hour. What was worst than watching the man who raised you lay lifeless, a man who smiled like he had a sweet tooth numbed to emotion, a man who was an arrogant yet cheerful bastard withered to nothing and lowered to the fucking ground in a golden plated coffin, well there were_ and for the matter of fact are thousands of other things.

I took a glance at the crowd which were gathered at the Zane Grave yard, an enormous garden founded a century ago where each and every Zanes' had been buried and where I would be buried too, one day probably not far from today.

Crowd!!.

For fuck sake, they were at least 135 guest, all which I could swear in my 29 years of living I had never seen. Half were leaches termed as long distance relative all here to pry on the property.

Over my dead body!!. More accurately, over their dead body!!!.

The rest were no good two shit business man and women who saw this as an opportunity to get close to me.

"Sorry for your lost, son." A hand held my shoulder and the second strand of patience I gripped onto snapped into shed. I turned, my cold stare zeroed down to the 4'5 feet bald man who looked nothing like my father he claimed to be. I grimaced, placed my hands on his which was still on my shoulder and shove it away.

He worked down a hard swallow as fear plastered on his wrinkled aged face, he must be 56 or so but I gave no shit about their age, no one and I mean no fucking one lays their hands on Franklin Zane or else they had a death wish.

I took a step closer and he took three back.

Cowards. "Unless your skull got cracked open in a fatal car accident twenty three years old and what is left of your shedded body is rotting six feet below the fucking ground, then no, you are not my father neither am I your son." I gritted.

"I..I am sorry. I just wanted to console you."

I tucked my fist knuckles into my black tailored trouser and ignored the fool.

This wasn't the place to fight or to create a scene. I might be angry and irritated but this was till grand father burial, and he deserved peace in his last moment.

Although I knew he would rather gnaw out his skin then endure another second of their fake tears and mourning.

The priest muttered something, with that a lady who didn't know she was too old to dress in a skinny red gown and too ugly to cry like she was mourning the lost of a nation, stepped further.

Who the hell was..?

Oh! Marie. My supposed aunt and grand father first daughter.

"Father!!!. No..please.. I..come back."

Seriously!!.

I wounded my way towards the casket but halted three steps away.

"Father!!! God why!!!. Why?!!!."

Fuck!!! I have heard enough. "Can you stop!!." I barked and she jolted in both fear and shock. "He just died, he didn't activate a nuclear bomb in South Australia." I snorted as they all groped at me, startled. "If you are done making the dead man ears bleed, step back!."

It wasn't a request, it's a fucking order.

She grumbled and retreated, she knew all to well to mess with me. This was a burial, I wouldn't strike but that doesn't mean she would be safe from the after math. I walked over the grave, my inside twisted with a weird feeling.

Pains??. Regret that I wasn't there in his last moment, that I couldn't fulfill his wish of him lavishing half of his fortune on his dream wedding for me.

I puffed a sigh. "Rest in peace, grand father."

The burial concluded with me not sending anyone to their grave, which was a great achievement. I returned to the house after making sure the guards had thrown every and single being out of the Zane cemetery, unfortunately you can't get rid of all. And here I am sitting among seven supposed relatives, my brother who broke his record of arriving on time for the first time in his whole life. Well he had to, when it came to money even the laziness of people becomes hard working and this involves plenty of it.

As the acting CEO of Zane industry, I knew almost all the properties we had, including estates around the world, companies, island and 250 billion dollar net worth. That amount could make even a blind man see.

I sank into the black couch and flex my hands.

It hasn't been an hour since he was laid to the dust and this money dogs were ready to shed his properties which he worked his ass off to grow.

"Good evening, I am..."

"We all know your name just read the damn will." Clifford, my newly discovered uncle growled.

I suppressed the urge to kick them all out and back to hole they crept out from.

"The will is divide into two parts, the first is for his relatives and the second are for the two grand son, Franklin and Leon." He flipped open as uneasiness threaded in me. I shouldn't feel this way but I did. Grand father and I were the only ones entitled to everything and probably Leon but the fact he added them proved my thoughts wrong.

"I give to my relative who I know must be sitting and eagerly awaiting this, I give you all something more precious than money, gold or the island we have. I give you.. " the guards walked in with a black box in their hands and shared it among them. "I give you all, the word of God."

I paused and so did every single being except for Leon who cracked a laugh.

The word of God???. Was he joking??. I thought and inspected the reaction of every one, Clifford looked like he was two seconds from kneeling over and having a serious cardiac arrest, Marie on the other hand mirrored the expression of a horse in a barren land, hopeless and at the verge of dying.

"The word of what?!!!!." She screamed and tossed the Bible to the floor. "It's a lie!!!! A huge lie!!! Father can't do this to me!!! You are lying."

"Ma, that was what he requested."

"You bastard!!!!. It's not possible."

"Can you shut your trash hole, he is getting to the good side." Leon grumbled and she glared at him but still sat.

"And to my grandsons, I divided my whole property into two. The second half which is the two estate in New Zealand, an island in Paris and 1 billion dollars. The rest of the property will be allocated to the one who is eligible."

"Eligible??." Leon questioned, the only time that bastard decides to listen.

"Yes. Before your grand father died he constructed a list and who ever complete it, will get the first share of the properties and the other will get the second." He flipped through another page and read out grandfather words.

Hello champs!!.

i know you both are confused, it might sound strange but i had to do this. this was the only choice I had, you two were adamant and so I am. you both are very much of age, the most eligible bachelors, the king of perfection and the party monk, this title might sound good but to me, it's worthless without having a family, someone who could love you and care for you. I might not be able to experience it now that I am dead but I would be happy watching it from heaven or hell, where ever my soul may be. For this to happen I added a little shift to my will, who ever that gets himself a wife before a month after i am laid will be the sole owner of my companies, cars, island and net worth 249 billion dollars."

"What?!!!!."