The Billionaire’s Pretty Thief

Blaze patted her head on his chest and with his chest rising up and down, he began with his story the first thing that came out of his mouth was,

“I am not the biological son of late Mr. Edward Jadiel, I was adopted at the age of five.” His words got into her ears and she was shocked to the core. Taking her hand up and looking at Blaze in the face, she realized just how sad he was as he recalled his past.

“So you don’t know your biological parents?” Crystal asked feeling his pain but Blaze shook his head in denial. Her feelings were hurt and stripped as she could see that life was full of surprises.

She had been given the chance to see her parents for some years before they were taken away from her by the cold hands of death but there he was, with a void that will never be filled up because there was nothing as good as knowing one’s true parents no matter how they look.

Blaze cleared up his throat and continued with his story while keeping his start on his hands from time to time before taking them back to have a look at Crystal. He further told her that he was the only child in that house and as such he had all the love and affection a child could ever ask for.

Growing up, he loved his parents so much and he had no problems with them not even till he had become a young adult but someday, something awkward happened and it started to get his curiosity in many things that were happening in his family and household. His Paternal aunty had suddenly started behaving somehow towards her and she constantly gave him a disgusting look whenever she was around.

At first, Blaze thought that it was because she had something going on with his mother but it was strange as that particular aunty of he’s had always loved him with every fiber in her heart, so what had changed, he questioned himself with no means of getting answers.

Crystal listened to him closely without interrupting each word that came out of his mouth as she saw that moment, as an opportunity to get to know the person she was dating and in love with better. Her eyes were blinking with sadness over what he was telling her and wanting to listen to everything and to console him as he would always do to her, she listened attentively.

“I have always been a good son or so I thought till the day that I had heard my aunty tell me, mom, in a heated argument that she should go give back her bastard child she had brought into my brother’s house to wherever she had brought him from.”

His heart sank into his stomach on paying attention to that from the balcony and not being able to digest what he had heard, Blaze went down the stairs to go get some fresh air outside. He walked kit of the house not being able to digest what he had heard and that was the worst feeling anyone could have. He could not believe that he was joy a real Jadiel and did not have the blood of his father glowing through his veins but he could not understand how they could love him that much.

His had was in shambles and his life had come crashing in front of him like a car that had somersaulted several times before finally stopping over a cliff. With both hands, he wiped his face with tears flowing out of his eyes like a running tap and asked himself questions that could never have answers, he knew that nothing could make him feel better than to know who his biological father was.

Seeing how hurt he was at that time, Crystal had taken his hand in an attempt to make him feel better and not to think about the pain anymore. Her sole aim was to make him understand that he was not alone and that she was right there with him.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Blaze was happy to know that Crystal could share in his grief and give ears to what he was saying. Putting his head on her chest, she caressed his hair as though he was a baby, and letting out a soft voice she said,

” You will never be alone again babe I am always going to be here for you.” A tear dropped down his eyes as Crystal’s words reminded him of his late mom. Yes, she was not his biological mother but the bond that they shared was thicker than those who had the same blood.

Continuing his story, he narrated how he had come back home vet late that day as he did not want to talk to anyone or see them. Blaze needed some time to absorb everything he had heard and it was beginning to be clear to him why her aunty had suddenly turned cold towards him but was it necessary?, he asked himself not having answers but to him, it was crazy because, from the way his foster mom and dad had treated him, he had understood the meaning of the phrase which says, ‘Family must not always be good pertained’ and yes that was the case with he’s.

Seeing the worried look on the faces of his parents that night, he could feel their heartbeat from the moment he stepped into the house and his mom rushing towards him in fright asking where he had been and why he had not been picking up his calls, Blaze’s eyes were filled in tears and not being able to hold back his emotions he dropped out the words from his mouth like an atomic bomb and falling out, the explosion was wild.

“Tell me the truth Mom, who are biological parents?” he asked and at that time, the expression on the faces of both his parents confirmed what he had just heard. Blaze was naturally a calm man with hard decisions but when it came to his family, he could do anything for them especially his mom but all that he was asking for was the truth as he deserved it.

He had no problem with them being his parents as they were the only ones he was ever going to know but seeing how every other person looked at him like a bastard just like he had heard his aunt calling him during the day, left his heart in pieces that could not be mended.

His story continued and he had a point that he was trying to prove to Crystal and that was the reason why he was going step by step holding tight his grip to the most difficult part where he had to be reminded of how his dad was murdered in cold blood with his friend inside his car whereas the target was supposed to be him.

That was something he was never going to forget in his entire life and those were the things that made him tough just like he had turned out to be before going to it, his mind was bent to complete his story but from one place to another.