The Earth After Rebirth

Gilbert sat at his study, with a drink in hand. Bottles littered the floor, this had been his way of coping these last couple of days. Nothing seemed to go his way ever since his son brought the Waynworth troubles into their household. Everything was going swimmingly before he learned of this accursed surname.

The table had papers all over it but he was seated on the couch. He was someone who loved the cold but he found himself liking fires recently, he found comfort in the warmth. He didn't know if he was going senile with age.

He didn't waste any time planting his seeds on the women he chose to be his. The estate was once again full of life, he didn't quite like that.

He never thought it was a problem, but he'd always been attracted to women he's never touched. Once he was done doing what he wanted, his interest waned.

The same way they were waning regarding his son. He wasn't useful to him anymore, he had no use for him anymore. If he didn't have his blood, he'd be glad to get rid of him.

He sighed deeply, taking a sip from his glass. He was waiting for good news, this time, he was sure he'd play his cards right. Nothing could possibly go wrong.

That didn't stop him from getting nervous, he was losing a lot these days. Nothing was going his way. None of the people he had sent out were answering their phones, which made him more paranoid.

There was a knock on the door. He didn't say anything for a while and ordered them to enter after a few minutes. He was visibly annoyed when one of the women that were now living in his house entered the room.

"What do you want?" He asked, not hiding that he was annoyed.

"Dinner is ready, honey."

He cringed at the last word, he didn't know why people insisted on calling their partners with pet names. Maybe he was the peculiar one, but to him, women existed only to please men. Therefore he thought it was unnecessary for them to try more than he asked.

"I'm not hungry." He said dismissively and obsessively stared at his phone.

"You haven't eaten in days, you should at least eat something. We don't want you dying on us." She said with a warm smile, she was used to his erratic behaviour, she also quite liked it.

"Vivia—"

"Please don't call me like that." She demanded.

This woman's nature was both a sore thorn on the side and attractive to him, he didn't know which side won him over. She was also the first woman who didn't seem to be scared of him at all, she was obeying but also commanding.

It was a thrill he'd never experienced before, even though he had his ways with her, he found himself wanting more of her.

"Viv, you know I'm doing something important, I have no time to eat. I won't die if I don't for a couple of days." He said with finality.

She left. He was relieved that she listened without sneaking in an argument between them. He didn't want to get close to these women, he was planning on abandoning them as soon as they gave him what he wanted from them.

Not even a minute later, Vivian walked right back in without knocking. A plate of food on hand, she sat on his lap before he could explode with anger and started feeding him herself.

This has never happened to him, so he found himself unable to tell her off. He was dumbfounded and a second later, he was being fed food by a woman. He didn't protest, he let her have her way, for now.

"You're quite handful." He said between chews.

"And you like that, don't you?" She giggled like a silly schoolgirl.

"I don't." He denied.

But the rising under his pants said otherwise. He couldn't believe how easily this petite woman got him in the mood, a small woman that he could easily crush. But here he was, acting like a lovesick puppy.

She hadn't even finished feeding him food when she attended to the other problem she had caused.

They were on the floor panting when she was done with him.

"Get out." He said in-between breaths.

She didn't argue, and just kissed on him the cheek before taking the unfinished food, leaving the man on the floor with his thoughts.

"That damned woman, I'll kill her first." He said as another knock sounded on the other side.

He didn't immediately get up, he enjoyed the few minutes on the floor, thinking about what had just transpired. He didn't understand his own self if he was honest with himself.

He got up and dressed, took a seat on the couch and poured himself another drink. He was more calm then.

"Enter."

A lanky old man entered the room, he could smell what happened here but he showed no signs that he had. His facial expression didn't move an inch.

"Yes? What is it Trent?"

"Master, I've gotten word. It's not pretty."

He told him everything he knew about the fate that met with the four men he had sent to different parts of their country. Trent knew his master too well, he was ready to be punched and beaten, but none of that happened.

His master appeared more calm hearing that they had failed yet another endeavour. Gilbert couldn't help but wonder, who was behind the Waynworth family that made his every move useless? It was incomprehensible.

"Call Khan will you? I need him to be in shape for the upcoming trial, it's something we cannot lose by all means."

"About that Master, he called before I came in here, I'm afraid it's more bad news. He says he cannot represent you, since you hadn't hired him as a lawyer. If he were to take your case, it'd be a conflict of interest."

"What?" He was foaming on his lips, veins suddenly appeared on his face. Even Trent had never such anger in his life.

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