Tin is back in Thailand to resume being the Medthanan heir. He is finally ready to deal with all of his past misdeeds, including the mess with Pete Pichaya and his boyfriend, Ae. He now has the skills to fight his brother, Tul, for the family compan...
Tul became a creeping shadow. Tin had been right. He had nothing to do with the social media attack. Now, he wondered, who did it.
Life settled into a routine. Can went to school, Tin worked, Can worked. Later, Tin would pick Can up and they would end up at Grandmother's house. It became their haven. A place where the realities of the world had no place.
For both of them, it was the honeymoon phase. It was a shame it was too short. Tin could always feel that something BAD was going to happen. Nothing good was ever allowed to happen in his life. Nothing.
Can could feel how tense Tin was. Every time he pushed, Tin would say, "I'm fine, it's okay." Tin didn't know he would be the reason for the bad stuff to happen.
He was. Can had enough. Wasn't it Tin who told him that everything could be fixed if only they talked? Who the fuck did he think he was, just because he rich, that it was a one way street? Can knew talking was a two way street.
"Fuck you!" He got up, grabbed his clothes after another murmured, impatient "I'm fine." and stormed to the bathroom. Can came back dressed, stared at the stunned Tin, still laying there, nude.
"If you ever feel like telling me the truth, find me. Otherwise, fuck off. Find another hole to poke. Or not. I don't fucking care."
With that, Can was gone.
Tin was stunned. He was used to hiding all his emotions. How did Can KNOW something was wrong? Actually, he wasn't even sure what the hell just happened. He slowly got out of the bed and got dressed.
He took a deep breath and went back to the Medthanan Masoleum. There was no point in staying the night without Can. The way he felt right now, hell, he didn't know how he felt.
He arrived back at the mansion to find Tul, drunk. Totally fucking shit faced. Slumped over the bar, whiskey bottle in one hand, glass in another. Tin was shocked. Tul never drank. Ever. He needed every brain cell in order to stay on top of the business and all the schemes he had going.
"Ah, my little brother!" Tul slurred, "Welcome back. Finished fucking your slut?"
Tin tried to walk past him. Tul stumbled towards him, whiskey splashing to the floor. He dropped the glass. They both stared at the shattered glass shards, sparkling like diamonds on the tile.
Tin sighed and tried to reach the butler's bell. Tul grabbed his arm. "It's my fault, you know. All of it, Tin. Don't fuck up your life like I did. Do better."
Tin shook of his hand and turned for the bell, to hear a thud. Tul's eyes had rolled back into his head and he hit the floor. What a damn evening! Now he was really confused.
He pressed the bell and Tapi's voice, "Yes, Sir?"
"Master Tul has broken a glass and passed out. Take care of it."
"Yes, Sir." Tapi sighed. Master Tul had fired his butler when Miss Vadee left. There was no other butler on duty right now. His distaste for the man below stairs was well known. The problem was he couldn't send a maid to look after a drunk man. He looked at the roster and called for the night duty maid.
Together, they fished Tul off the floor. As Tapi was escorting Tul to his room in the mansion, Tul suddenly spoke, "I don't remember, fuck, I don't. Did I say it? Fuck, I needed courage to say sorry and now I don't know if I apologized."
Tapi almost dropped him. What did that mean? He saw the piece of paper detailing the Young Master's downfall. He saw that Tul knew that the Master's Wife killed the Young Master's mother. He manipulated Tin ever since. His hands felt dirty just by association.
"I didn't know until it was too late. Evil bitch. Sends everyone to their death. Evil bitch. Even I'm dead now." Tul sunk to the carpet and began to weep, slow tears of regret. Tapi sighed. Alone, he couldn't get Tul to stand. He didn't know what to do.
The Young Master told him to take care of it. He picked up the phone and dialed. "Master? Tul is drunk and I can't do this alone."
Father sighed. He had been expecting it since he told Tul it was his responsibility. He hadn't expected Tin to fight back by announcing he was gay. It threw every single one of Tul's sacrifices in his face. His so called blood payments.
All of them were useless. Unnecessary. And paid to the wrong parent. The step-mother. Father wondered where the family video cassette collection went. It should have been in the study. It wasn't. It was all his memories of his first wife, and Tul's early years, his second wife, with Tin's early years.
They were a sore point with his current wife. He never made a tape again. He told her that the tapes were filled with love. He had never loved her. He knew she had schemed to gain entry, first as Tin's nursemaid, then after his second wife's accident. His detectives couldn't find proof.
Tul had. He had wished Tul had come to him, instead of blackmailing her. He knew all about Tul's schemes almost from the beginning - sending Tin to boarding school. At 14, he was too young to succeed against her.
As he walked the hallway to where Tapi and Tul lay, he couldn't stop his smile. That bitch had only weeks left in his house. In his life. They would all be free of her influence, ready to face what the future held.
Tul would have to make his true, honest decision then. Not the one based on his grandson. Family took care of family. He hoped it wasn't too late to correct Tul's mistakes with Phu.
He was deeply proud of Tin. He already had turned a first quarter profit with the company he had taken over. He was going to be an excellent successor for Medthanan Industries.
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They called her a bitch. She wasn't. She was just so tired of being poor. She envied her second cousin when she married up. She was more beautiful. She was smarter. She wanted her husband.
After her cousin had the baby, she convinced her to let her look after it. God, she hated babies. Stinky, smelly diapers, constant crying. She had read that if you shake a baby, they might die. It didn't, no matter how much she tried.
It only cried harder. That nosy older brother would come running. They were so attached back then. She knew she had to break the brother bond that was developing. It had been easy.
Whispering in the older boy's ear, continuously, "That baby is stealing your money. That baby is stealing your love. That baby stole your place." Years of these quiet comments, by the time she finished poisoning her cousin with the rare snake venom, Tul hated the boy.
A few quiet whispers, and it was easy to convince Tul to help her ship the boy off to boarding school. As much as she hated fucking the older man, sex was still the easiest way to keep a man in line.
Now, she had only had a few weeks to get him back into her bed. Smiling, she stood and stared at her naked body in the mirror. She looked damn good for almost 50. She could twist any story to fit her needs.
There was a twist she wasn't aware of...
HE knew everything.
He had exhumed his second wife's body and spent a decade looking for her killer. Did she think he was stupid enough to let her walk free?
