The Billionaire Darkness

Chapter Eighty Six

Does the past haunt us? Does it sneak into the crevasses of our mind and lodge itself there waiting for a moment to catch us at our low. Mine did, it still did it even after almost nine years of pushing myself to my limits.

My fathers words always dug into me and I had too much bad that I could think back on but not enough good.

Three Years Earlier

I was in the living room of the villa my parents owned in Switzerland, I lived under constant security over twenty armed men on my fathers payroll walked the grounds at all times of the day.

My day was never too complicated I woke up and was tended to by the various housekeepers even if I insisted on keeping as much independence as I could often meaning I locked my bedroom door. It was the only time I got the peace to control my own life.

Though even that was short lived.

I would then get dressed and eat before getting into the back of the Ghost EWB my parents bought just to take me to school since I was eight, which sounded luxurious, but for the most part I hated that other kids got dropped off by their parents in their shiny luxury sedans and were told to have a good day.

Mine were eight thousand miles away and my father didn't care to reach out, my mom came every chance she got and I could tell it had taken a strain on their marriage.

I was thirteen and I hadn't seen either of them in three years. I had however never slipped up since the one month my GPA fell 0.2 and my dad told me I was an embarrassment to the name Winters, that started an argument.

Then it was school where I acted fine but at the end of each day I daydreamed about 'accidents'. Ways I could kill myself to escape from it all.

Getting home one day whilst staring out the window of my bedroom, study hour long having been over I was drinking tea and having a four PM snack to hold me over to dinner.

That was when I watched the gate open and three Maybach's drove through and around the motorcourt before stopping at the base of the villa steps.

Standing I tidied the study space and made sure my tea cup was centered on the saucer because anything less would lead to a punishment of some sort.

I then made sure my light grey and black jumper was tucked covering the white dress shirt underneath that was single unbuttoned so I could breathe, my sleeve peeked out just an inch, all styling and hygiene cues were good and I was out the door. It was only at the steps that I remembered something.

"Shit my shoes" I curse under my breathe as I made my way down the stairs and saw that the laces weren't tucked like they should have been.

But it was too late my father had walked into the lobby of the home and was being met by the house keeper, meaning I couldn't fix the laces because then I'd clearly be seen flattening out my trousers.

"Master Adrian is up in his room stud..." she trailed off as I neared giving me a soft smile.

"Thank you Mrs. Smith" I smile politely before she excuses herself and leaves the room with only my prick of a father for my company.

"Your laces aren't properly tucked" he says and I have to fight not to roll my eyes at him.

"Thanks for noticing an etiquette and not your own fucking son asshole" I spit back and his face darkens as he stares back at me but instead of shrinking away I square my shoulders ready for the bombardment I was about to face.