𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖐𝖊 | rival × rival

c h a p t e r - 2

Chapter - 2
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18 years later.

Present day.

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As Evon Storm stood upstairs like himself; elegant, high-class, beautiful, and handsome at the same time, and everything which screams for perfection, there was this one thing that made him walk down the staircase with mixed thoughts.

He halted and greeted his father patiently. Mr. Storm strode next to his pretty wife Savannah in the middle of the classy hallroom as he nodded to his son formally.

Mrs. Storm slowly turned to see who Alaric was nodding to, until her eyes landed on his son, her dull eyes sparkled in an instant.

She wasn't expecting Evon to visit the Storm Manor out of all days, but she was on cloud nine, she was glad that he came before leaving for real.

His healthy hairstyle is slightly dishevelled but still in perfect shape, she can see how strong Alaric's golden gene is. Evon had turned into a perfect son that she was so proud of, he was like the younger version of his lovely husband.

Completely covered with the charm and calm harmony that she had been waiting to see for a month now, he finally came.

My son, Evon.

I missed you.

Her eyes filled with jumbled emotions and lots of admiration but the sight didn't last long as Evon didn't give her even a slight glance and discarded her presence like she was nobody, in his eyes, she was nobody.

Her eyes sparkled with so many emotions but she let it compress inside her big heart, she swallowed the fool she had become in front of his beloved son.

He stood indifferent as she watched him not moving her eyes off from him.

He walked towards them with a charming smile that was light and unnoticed if not been closer.

She looked away and with every cell alive inside her body, she moved herself off from Alaric and pushed herself away - "I need to check upon him, excuse me."

She walked away with a heart as stone as concrete.

Why does he have to hurt me like this?

I am his mother for heaven's sake.

The tear fell on the floor as she left the place.

"Have a seat, son." Alaric sat on the couch following with Evon sitting in front of him.

"Yes, Dad." His voice was not too low or too high, it was calculated and didn't strain his vocal cords, it was effortless.

It shouldn't be low, which means, he's not inferior or looks down on himself in any way, and not too high which can disrespect his father in any form. He knew when to not show his dominance, and his voice came out soothing and calm in front of his inspiration.

"You know why I asked you to visit the Manor, right?" He sounded rough but silent as he stared at his son with all his soulful eyes which could have been dead if not been intended to approve of what he said.

"I am aware, don't worry."

"You're fine with it? That's pretty good news, I thought I had to visit you to ask you to come, you're a quiet listener and a desirable son."

Evon's chest was tightly knotted together, he didn't know much about where his dad was going with this, but he knew exactly his dad was indirectly giving him his word of reassurance.