We were all gathered in our late grandfather's office as his lawyer read his will.Before he died of suspected cancer, my grandfather, George Mula ,although some mocked him of having a surname that referred to money, was a billionaire and CEO of a multi-billion company, which stretched as far as six countries in Europe. he owned many assets and businesses of which his greatest possession, The Great Mula Mansion. It is built on a hill and it looks so beautiful such that people could pay a lot of money just to have a closer glance at the exquisite mansion.
Being cautious, George hid some sort of treasure, at least that's what we thought it was,worth a fortune in his house and that's why people referred to it as The Great Mula Mansion. I was grandfathers favorite amongst his grandchildren and when mother and father died, he took me in. Living in the mansion was not always creams and biscuits especially the times when George would live me alone with my unfriendly jealous aunt Perelza, daughter to George and sister to my late mother,with her two overbearing sons(Jack and Candrew). Each and every time i encountered the 'two minions' i was Picted on and bullied since i was younger than Jack but older than Candrew.
Aunt Perelza was so jealous of the relationship i had with my grandfather, so much that with the aid of a secret intelligent organisation called RIS, she planned on killing George and change every detail in his will that would favor me. She was so eager to inherit George's entire fortune that she made a division within RIS to create a poisonous chemical that would slowly kill him.Little did my aunt know that RIS had another secret mission, to locate and steal George's hidden treasure.
One evening as we were having dinner, George had a heart attack. Within the shortest time, doctor Haward was called and thereafter he came and attended to our poor old grandfather. Unknowingly, Haward administered George with the poison. It was all part of aunt's plan.Within three months, George started having complications to his health and before he died, he had the chance to talk to both Haward and i. His last words to me were,"The walls have ears, Thom."
I did not understand 'then' what he meant but later i did.
After three days of postmortem, he was put to rest and i thought to myself,"There is surely nothing as painful and as worse as to lose your loved ones."
Little did i know something worse was heading my direction.
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My Grandfather's Will
Short StoryA boy scuffles to find his world again after the death of his believed grandfather. His aunt threatens to kill him because he was to posses everything the grandfather owned.
