He has a debt to pay!

"Bang!!!"

The door to the room opened with a bam and in walked a man whose cold and demonic aura could freeze the even the Atlantic ocean.

"You are finally here??" An elderly man sat on a chair holding a cane looking badass as much as possible despite his old age.

Ryan stood before the old man on the chair, his eyes as sharp as a sharpened blade.

"Yes, I am. I had to come since you pulled this stunt." Ryan sneered as he spoke in his low and husky voice but there was hatred and a little bit of sadness evident in his eyes.

"Is that how you talk with your grandfather?" The man on the chair cried at him in anger. "All you have been doing around is playing with your life." Waving the cane in air the old man huffed and puffed since it was a little too much for him

"When did I play with my life?" Ryan curled up his lips showing an arrogant look but could not hide the anger in his crystal clear dark eyes.

"Stop with that gigolo act and come back to work in the office." The old man nonchalantly spoke as if he was asking him to leave his room and shift to another room.

"That acting or whatever you are doing, just leave it."

"Don't address it like that. Its' not some gigolo act." Ryan raised his voice a decibel unit higher when his passion, profession was compared as wastage of time.

"Its called acting and it's a profession. Something I love." Ryan spoke up but seeing the indifference in the old eyes he gave up.

"But how would you ever know what I like, heh." Ryan had already given up convincing his grandpa a long time ago who had always disapproved of him doing movies.

"You!!!"

"Cough, cough!!" The outburst was too much for the old man to bear with his sick and old body with it's weakening constituent.

"Old Master, take it easy please." An old butler standing beside the man hurried over with a glass of lukewarm water. Patting his back, he fed the water to the old man who had turned red with anger and coughing.

"You too Master, please don't excite him." The butler humbly yet sternly asked of Ryan as he helped the old man with meds.

Ryan looked at the scene with a complicated emotions, his fist kept clenching and unclenching that was clear to show his flickering emotions.

"Mr. Christopher Blake, if you have nothing to talk about, I suggest you go to sleep." Ryan turned around from the place he was standing.

"Whatever you called me here for, we can do it next time."

"You don't even call me grandpa anymore huh?? Wow, you grew up brat!!" The old man raised his cane and tried to get up from his chair but all in vain as he once again started coughing.

With the knot at his throat, Ryan could not speak anything.

"You should just sleep." Ryan walked out of the room this time slowly closing the door, afraid he might startle the sick man.

"The company…." His grandfather shouted from behind him.

"I know..I will stay here tonight." With a sigh Ryan walked out of the room.

"Tch…that kid..When he will see what I have done till now is all for him??" Rubbing his aching bald fore head the old man leaned back on his chair.

"Jacob"

The old man called with his eyes half closed as if in a sleepless sleep.

"Yes, master!" The butler replied just like he had always done. In a calm and humble manner.

"That boy, when did he start to change?" With a hint of sadness, the old man fixed his gaze at the chandelier hanging from the ceiling as if reminiscing about the past.

Hesitating, the butler looked at the sad face of the old man and spoke slowly. "Kids will change with time. Let them forge their own path master."

A low laugh echoed within the room.

"You are right Jacob, you are right but I can't let him to that." The old man shook his head in dissatisfaction. "Can't let him do that."

"This business empire, I can't give it to his uncle." The old man knew decades ago his second son was not the right choice to run the company.

"You know Jacob, the foreign traders won't be lenient, they would crush him once he takes the foothold and with me gone they will prey on him like predators."

The old man gave a long sigh.

"That boy has a huge debt to pay, not to me but to himself."

The old master despite saying this, a flash of loneliness and sadness passed through his eyes but it disappeared with in a second.

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"Fuck!!"

Ryan punched the wall on his room with his full strength managing to form a small crack on the wall but all the whole his hands bled from the joints in the knuckles.

Ryan hated this house, this mansion and even the surname of Blake.

But it was his home and his surname that he did not want.

That's why he used the surname of his mother.

"Nicholas"

If he could he would discard his relation and connection with this cursed house and family but he could not.

WHY??

Simply because he was the only one who was capable of taking the burden of the house and company in the family.

"When will that old man stop interfering in my business…." Lying on the bed on his back, with his legs still on the ground Ryan spoke silently. "It's not like I am not saying I wouldn't do it, damn it!"

"Its' tiring." His voice sounded kind of weak and meek unlike the sophisticated and husky voice he had other times.

"Why do you keep threatening me with the things that I love?"

His room in the main mansion was even bigger than the room he owned in his own house. But within such a large space too, he felt confined and suffocated like a bird in a cage.

"I can't sit here."

Ryan stood up from the bed he was on and called the first name he saw on the contact list.

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"What?" The cold voice from the next side on the phone answered him.

"Free for a round of sparring?" He gave out a low chuckle.