Rise Of The Unworthy Trillionaire Son-in-law

Chapter 7: Past Life



Ethan struggled and screamed as Amber and her armed guards dragged him to the armored van parked just outside the house.

"Set me free, I'm an innocent man, Amber, your master is using you to do his dirty work while he keeps his hands clean. Set me free, Amber, please!" Ethan begged on realizing there was no other alternative, his line now hung by a thin thread; he had been doomed to death by another man who wanted his wife as the prize for his treachery.

"You will be free from this world once you are dead. I will give you a proper burial, Ethan. That will be my parting gift for your wretched ass!" Amber said with disgust as she knocked out Ethan with one strong punch, sending him to the ground unconscious. Mrs. Judith watched through the window as they threw Ethan's body into the van.

"I hope we made the right decision, Mr. David. We are soiling our hands in blood," she expressed her displeasure as David carefully swirled his wine, enjoying every bit of the moment.

"Have you suddenly grown soft, Mrs. Judith? Do you feel an atom of pity for that fool? I gave him a chance at redemption and he spat in my face. His death will hasten our plan. Or perhaps you aren't ready to move forward with me, mother-in-law," Mr. Sinclair said with a calm voice but still sharp enough to cut through Mrs. Judith's strong resolve.

"Of course not, my dearest son-in-law. The plan must go on as expected. I trust your judgment all the way, Mr. Sinclair. You surely have your father's wisdom," Mrs. Judith complimented at once, erasing every thought of pity in a second. David Sinclair smiled faintly—he wasn't just a ruthless and spoiled brat, he was also the God of manipulation, a man who bent people to his will in mere minutes.

"I'm glad that old brain of yours still works fine. Cheers to a new beginning," he revealed.

And in a swift moment, Amber and her men drove far into the night, speeding through streets and highways until they reached the outskirts of the city and far into the desert. Ethan woke up to the nightmare that had begun many hours ago. His heart raced a thousand miles as they tied him up and placed him on the sand with three other guards digging out his grave.

"Amber, please! Please! Spare me!" Ethan begged as tears streamed down from his face—he was slowly losing his mind.

"Hurry up, boys. We have to finish this up!" Amber screamed at her men.

"I beg you, Amber, don't do this. David Sinclair is a tyrant. Please spare my life!" Ethan begged again, his body shaking. Losing his life like this was more shameful than he anticipated. He couldn't die like this.

"You should have accepted the offer from my master. You left him with no choice, and I'm truly sorry for this, but I must follow my master's orders or it will be my head on a stake!" Amber confessed as she took the shot, aiming at Ethan's chest.

Ethan screamed in agony, crawling on the ground and groaning in pain, trying to escape with the little strength he had left—but it all seemed impossible.

"You can't escape your death, Ethan!" Amber mocked as she took another shot at his leg, paralyzing poor Ethan who cried and begged for mercy. But Amber and her wicked minions weren't ready to listen to his pleas; they threw him into the shallow grave.

"We have to hurry. We don't know who's watching. The sheriff cops patrol these lonely roads. We have to hurry, Amber!" one of the guards revealed as he grew uncomfortable by the second.

In haste, they covered Ethan's body with a few scoops of sand, leaving out his head, before they discharged from the location at once, leaving Ethan who stared at the stars with tears in his eyes and holes in his body that bled out.

"I love you, Evelyn. I always will," were the final words of Ethan before he slowly passed out. But in that moment, a black BMW sped to the grave with three men rushing out at once to dig out Ethan who was slowly losing his grasp on life.

"You can't die, master. You can't die now!" one of the men screamed as they rushed him into the car and hastily cleaned his wounds.

"Drive back to base. We must save the last heir at all costs. He can't die. The fate of the empire rests on his shoulders!" another guard screamed as they made phone calls while the driver sped like a demon in chase of prey.

"We have gotten hold of the last heir. Prepare the nurses and the jet at once!" was the command that was issued over the phone.

Ethan was barely alive as he had fallen unconscious and was deeply in need of blood. His life hung by a thin thread with only a six percent chance of survival.

Hours rolled by fast as the situation called for a miracle. But in the calm moment of the break of a new dawn, Ethan slowly opened his eyes, watching as the sun rose far into the sky, casting its rays on his eyes.

"Where am I?" he muttered as he looked around. He tried to move but he couldn't—not with the needles drilled deep into his arms. He certainly wasn't dead. He was alive, and in a place he had no clue about.

He shook with fear. Was this another trick of David Sinclair? he asked himself as his heart raced for answers. And to his surprise, a female nurse came in and screamed:

"Praise the heavens, he's alive!"

Ethan was startled as he wondered what in the hell was going on.

"Who are you? Where am I?" he asked different questions at once as he looked for a possible way of escape.

Three men in black suits and dark shades walked in, and they were stunned as they slowly took off their shades.

"Greetings, Mr. Lord. I'm glad we could save the last heir to the Bianchi Empire. May you live long, sire!" one said with humility and bowed. Ethan watched in utter shock as they all bowed before him one by one. Was he dreaming?

"Who the fuck are you all?!" Ethan screamed as his blood pressure slowly rose.

"I'm Agent Lorenzo. We have searched and watched you closely for months, Mr. Ethan. I and my team took the sacred duty to save your life when the time came, for you are the last heir to the Bianchi Empire. Word of your return has spread far and wide, and your personal secretary will be with you shortly," one of the men spoke with confidence. But Ethan was more confused than he had ever been. This was a dream to him.

"Long live the new heir!" they chanted loudly, pledging their loyalty without a second thought. The true heir had been found—the man destined to bring peace and prosperity to the empire.

Their voices echoed through the corners of the hospital room while Ethan stared with anxiety and confusion written all over his face.

"Where am i?" he asked again

"You are being treated in the private hospital of the Bianchi family, one of the many assets that will soon be under your rule my lord" Agent Lorenzo revealed with his head still bowed.

Ethan slowly looked through the windows and saw the breath taking view, he wasn't in heaven and everything felt freaking real.

"I fear you have the wrong person, I'm no Ethan Bianchi, I'm Ethan Anderson and I would love to see my wife!" Ethan thundered while the agents stared at each other in confusion, they looked like fools as the minute ran by.

"You're the true heir to the empire, You're Ethan Bianchi, son of Salvatore Bianchi!" Agent Lorenzo thundered in anger.

"I'm not!!!" Ethan screamed back.

"Then we will have to put you to death the way we found you!" Agent Lorenzo revealed as he pulled out his silencer pistol, ready to fire at will.


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