||Family Secrets: Chapter 3 - Everything's Changed...
The silhouette figure sat quietly behind his desk. He drummed his metallic fingers
on the oak desk in amusement. He stared straight into my eyes; and bored straight into my very soul.
"Yes Glyde, it's me!" Mr. Loathe smirked in amusement.
"But, how? Maddie and I found you dead in your private chambers?! Did you come back from the dead?!" I cried hysterically. The elderly man chuckled in amusement.
"I didn't come back from the dead because I was never dead in the first place!" Mr. Loath stated matter-of-factly as I leaned against the table for support.
"But, that body..."
"Not real at all. I hired a man that was an expert at creating puppets that looked like real corpses for horror movies. I asked him to make one of me; and even demanded that it should smell like one."
"But, Maddie and the coroner insisted it was you. How did you pull that off?"
"Since the 'corpse' was so repulsive, Maddie didn't study it properly to realize it wasn't me. As for the coroner, I bribed him.
"But, why did you pretend that you were dead?"
"If the news is spread throughout the world that I'm dead, no one would bother looking for me. In fact, all my charges would be removed as well. But, my plan didn't go according to how I visioned it..."
"What do you mean?" I dared to ask.
"You didn't tell anyone I was dead! In fact, Nebula Grey even kidnapped your parents and demanded that you brought me to them!" Mr. Loath's face was red with rage.
"I thought you wouldn't want your rivals to know you were dead...", I admitted. My eyes widened when I realized what Mr. Loath had said, "Mr. Loath, what do you mean by Nebula Grey kidnapping my parents?!"
"After I faked my death, I was watching both you and Maddie closely. I was shocked to discover that not only you dated the captain of the police force, but your father happens to be Yukihiko Ayanokoji Senior, my greatest rival!"
"I don't know what you mean!" I lied.
"Of course you do! I should've seen the resemblance! The fact that when you signed the contract, you used 'Y.A.JR.' for your initials. I also noticed how you always seemed offended every time I insulted him too."
"But, that doesn't matter anymore. Your father's six feet under."
I didn't know what to say, so I stared back at the photos and documents that were on the floor.
"Hm, what do you find so interesting? Let me see!" the mafia boss demanded as he gestured that I should give the documents to him. After I picked them all up, I gave the photos and documents to Mr. Loath.
The elderly man paged browsed through them; sighing with a heavy heart. This had piqued my interest.
"I bet you wonder why I have these documents, hm?"
"Yes." I admitted.
"Fifty-two years ago, my wife had given birth to a baby boy. We had named him Alex Loath, after my father. When he was a toddler, my wife had fallen ill. She was so ill, that the doctors said that she won't make it. Not seeing myself as a man that could look after my son on his own, I decided to give my son up for adoption. I had found a loving couple, and after they signed some papers, I told them to never, ever make any contact with the father again. A few weeks later, a miracle had occured! My wife was fully cured of the same illness doctors said she would've died from."
"So, what happened then?" I asked. I tried my best not to look shocked at all.
"I tried to contact the couple, but I just couldn't find them. They even had changed their surnames, and moved to another island. After twenty years of searching, my wife and I decided to have another child. My wife gave birth to Maddie; and the same illness that had affected her before had struck back with full force. She didn't make it."
"So, you just gave up on searching for your son?" I asked.
"Yes, I have. Maybe it's for the best."
"Mr. Loath, your son was right underneath your nose the entire time..." I blurted out before I could stop myself.
"Oh, and what do you mean by that?" My former boss queried.
"Yesterday, I went to visit my late father's grandparents, and discovered that he was adopted into the family. The photos and documents they showed me were the exact replicas as the ones you have with you now!"
"Glyde, if you're saying what I think you're saying, then quit playing games! It's not funny!"
"Mr. Loath, I am not playing games! I am just as shocked when I found out!"
"But, that means that your father is my son; and that you're my...grandson..."
"Yes, I am.
"I SAID GET OUT OF HERE! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU EVER AGAIN!!" Mr. Loath screamed. I dashed out of that airship as fast as I could. I then flew home.
I really can't believe it; Mr. Loath is my grandfather? Daddy was actually enemies with his own father? I'm so confused. My loyalties lie with Mr. Loathe; but I must also run Daddy's business.
I don't know what to do anymore. I'm so confused...