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Chapter 3

Dominic Thales had gotten a job at a local diner. It was a place he used to enjoy eating as a kid. And no one knew him or his story, so it was very safe to be.

He was still unable to communicate with Brielle, he wanted her to know he was awake and scold her on leaving him and not visiting. He also wanted to hug her and carry his son’s on his back, they’d be too big for that already.

“Mr. Sylvain! Could you please help me here?” a small lady called out to him from the kitchen. He had been using his unpopular middle name, Sylvain, to apply for jobs. And his surname had been his nickname among his friends, Savage. Sylvain Savage.

“I am coming, Mary.” He responded and ran into the kitchen.

Many had told him that he was brutally honest for their liking but he never paid heed as he was the heir to a massive empire. Either they liked his savagery or not, they had to grovel at his feet and beg him to accept their contracts.

But not anymore, he had to use kind words and grovel at others feet to make ends meet. He had been spending too much on detectives finding Lucas and his new family.

If he had his cousin, then he’d be encouraged to take on many steps. He needed to find their old butler too, surely not all of the Thales group wealth was gone.

And his mother’s inheritance he was entitled too? His mother came from the legendary Duncan family. He had no wealth from there?

“Thank you, Mr. Sylvain.” Mary blushed as they had dropped down the big basin she had needed help carrying.

“You are welcome, Mary.” He turned to leave, to keep on thinking while working, but she held his arm. “Is there something else?”

“Um, would you mind coming with me for...” she hesitated.

Dominic, in his playboy knowledge, knew where she was going to so he interrupted her. “I am not free for days, I’m sorry. And my wife needs help at home so I can’t be far from home.”

Even if he wasn’t supposed to speak of his marriage with the daughter of the multi-millionaire Allen group, he should still hint on being married.

Mary let go of his arm in shock. “Oh, you’re married? Ah, I didn’t know.” Her voice was low, she went past him to the tables.

Dominic sighed. He may not look married in his twenty-six year old body, but he was ready a father of two sons, three if he should add Lucas, and his wife was being enslaved by her family. He needed to save her from all those.

Returning home from the diner by afternoon, he noticed cars speeding past him. They were all black and looked like convoys, only they weren’t following any other car. They seemed to be searching for something, someone.

“Can I have some bread please?” Dominic smiled at the baker, pointing at the bread he intended to purchase. He turned to the cars perambulating then leaned towards the baker, “Is something happening here?”

The baker looked up at the cars and shrugged. “It must have happened again. The Allen twins. Stubborn boys. They must have ran away from home again.”

Dominic raised a brow. How could two year olds run away from home? He turned again to the cars and saw the tiredness on the faces of the drivers. They weren’t making much effort to find the children, his children.

“Last time, they had been kidnapped by a boy who claimed to be their cousin.” The baker continued. Dominic faced him. “Don’t even worry, they’d find them at last. Rich kids can be really stubborn.” The baker shook his head, handing the bread to Dominic.

He paid for his bread and slipped into a dark alley, his brain thinking hard. Could Lucas be the boy who tried kidnapping them?

Maybe he should find a way to contact Brielle, he can easily meet with Lucas through her. Deep down, he didn’t want to face his wife or his mother-in-law in his current state. His current state of owning nothing.

Some alley dogs barked angrily at him and he walked faster. This had been his usual path home, to the incomplete building he called home.

“Hey there!” he head a hoarse voice call him out. He fastened his steps, knowing who it was but the person quickened his steps as well.

He received a kick to his back, making him fall face down. He swiftly placed his newly purchased bread under him and coiled himself.

“Oh, that’s how you want to play it, right?” the huge man grinned before starting a kick dance on his body.

Dominic pressed his lips together, taking in all the painful treatment if it meant to have something to eat for dinner and breakfast.

“Nothings like you shouldn’t have been born!” the huge man barked while hitting him.

Dominic smiled painfully in his heart. He hadn’t been born a nothing. When he was born there had been a huge feast and people wished they were him, a small helpless baby but born to the billionaire family Thales group and first son of the Lady Diana of the legendary Duncan family.

There was no ‘nothing’ attached to his person, the only ‘nothing’ was, ‘he lacked nothing’.

The man soon tired out and left him alone. Dominic stayed there sprawled on the ground, having no strength to move. If he stayed long enough, he could sleep past dinner time and just have the bread for breakfast and lunch tomorrow. Or the alley dogs would have it.

His eyes closed shut, tired of looking at the miserable world. When they opened again, he saw the miserable walls of their incomplete apartment. Dominic found strength to raise his body up from the soft bed he was laid on, he had to have a soft bed or else he wouldn’t sleep.

“How did I get back home?” he walked around the house. “There’s no way that bully would have brought me home out of pity.” That man had no heart at all.

A box of pizza, laying on his table, caught his attention. He scurried towards it and tore it open. Filled to the brim. It was surely a good Samaritan that had brought him home and left him something to survive starvation with.

Finally seeing hope in his situation, Dominic Thales decided to meet up with Brielle with or without a wonderful status.

She married him because she loved him, that was what she said at the hospital. If any of it where true, then she’d accept him back and help him send the Thales group up and striving.

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