Chapter 1

• It was a beautiful sunny day when the intricately designed metal gate of White mansion opened and a black Ferrari Monza sp2 special edition sports car drove in.
• Wow, the car could attract crowds.
• Christian White stepped out from his car dressed in a leather jacket and black cargo pants, fuming in anger. He slammed the car door with a loud thud then started walking towards the gorgeous mansion that stood in all its glory.
• He ignored the six men guarding the entrance door as he stormed inside.
• An old butler approached him. "Welcome home, Mr Christian." but Christian ignored his greeting. "Where is my father?" He asked angrily.
• "Sir, he is at the bar." The butler replied, politely. Christian's knuckles clenched as he started taking long strides furiously towards the bar, and when he reached, he saw his father, Matthew sitting on a high stool enjoying a glass of bourbon, and he charged towards him with fury.
• "Father, how can you do this to me?!" Christian asked, glaring at Matthew. "How can you block all my credit cards without informing me?!" He growled.
• Matthew ignored his son, as he continued to take a sip from the bourbon.
• "Why did you block my credit card? You have no right to do so. Do you realise the kind of embarrassment I had when I went to the hotel checkout and I was told my credit card was declined! I couldn't even pay for the drinks I had at the nightclub." Christian said. "I want you to open my credit card back."
• Matthew began to laugh hysterically. Christian stared at him, still angry.
• "Son, I think you are forgetting something. Let me get straight to the point. The money in those credit cards are mine. You didn't work for them. You own nothing. You're nothing without me. You spend my money and I control your life. I have every right to block your credit cards." Matthew responded calmly, with a small smile playing on his lips. "You do nothing but party and have fun with my money. But that needs to end. You can't keep living off of me and spoiling the name I built." He stated, and gulped down the bourbon as a whole.
• Matthew White, a fifty years old, successful businessman. One of the wealthiest men in New York city and also the CEO of White Enterprise.
• He built his own empire.
• "All you do is control people's lives. Now, I understand why my mother left. I will always blame you for her death." Christian almost shouted while saying the last part.
• His father was responsible for his mother's death. He never loved her or saw her as an equal. All he loved and cared about was his empire.
• "And what if I am the one responsible for your mother's death? What are you going to do? Huh?!" He scoffed. "You are all talk but no action. I did what I did. Take it or leave it. I am not going to open your credit cards. I make the rules here and you must abide by them whether you like it or not."
• "Fine, if that's your final decision, then I am leaving this business and house. I don't want to be your heir. I can establish my own business." Christian said.
• He was unsure of what he was saying. He didn't mean any word he had uttered out but he knew his father doesn't also have a choice. He was the only child of Matthew so he still remains the heir.
• Matthew scoffed then smiled.
• "You are a fool to think you are my heir. You have always led an unserious life—you are unworthy to become the CEO. I can give my position and empire to my nephew—your cousin, Julian. He is hardworking and smart unlike you." Matthew stated clearly what he had in mind.
• He continued, "Do you still want to leave?"
• Christian scoffed then turned around to leave.
• "If you walk out on me, you leave this house with nothing but the clothes you're putting on." Matthew warned, sternly.
• Christian exhaled deeply as he contemplated on leaving or not. He knew his father was a man of his words. If Matthew said he was going to disown Christian then he would and Christian didn't want that but his ego wouldn't let him stay. His damn ego!
• Christian turned around to face his father. "I shall stay." He said through gritted teeth.
• Matthew stood up and walked towards his son. He placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it slightly. Christian clenched his knuckles as he endured the pain on his shoulder.
• "Remember, son, you are nothing without me." Matthew said and left the room, laughing wholeheartedly.
• Christian stood there, dumbfounded, looking at his father's disappearing figure.
• His father was right. He, Christian, was nothing without his father — his father's name, wealth, connections and properties.
• He was nothing. He has no brains and skills like his father. He was just a twenty-six year old unserious boy that depends on daddy's money.
• He walked towards the bar and poured himself a glass of whiskey.
• "He says I'm nothing." He scoffed and took a huge gulp of the whiskey. "F*CK him!" He yelled and threw the glass at the wall.
• He was practically seething in anger and decided to leave the mansion before he exploded.
• He knows who can calm him down. Scarlett, his girlfriend and first love.
• He walked out of the house to the garage, got into his car and drove out of the compound, heading to Scarlett's condo.
• A few minutes later, he stood at Scarlett's doorway as he rang the doorbell.
• "Who is there?" An angelic voice asked from inside.
• "Christian," as soon as he said his name, the door opened and he pulled her into a long, passionate kiss. "I love you." He whispered against her lips.
• "Me too." She replied, smiling, then frowned when she noticed his clenched knuckles. "What is wrong? You seem angry, did something happen to you?"
• "It's a long story but I'll tell you later. Right now, I just want to have you in my arms." He took in her scent. The scent coming off of her was exciting.
• He planted wet kisses from her cleavage to her neck, and she immediately tilted her head. "You're mine."
• He smiled as he played with her blonde hair.