Chapter 19

1 year later

"Um sir you have a phone call." said this red brunet air hostess of my private jet which I was traveling in right now 25000ft in the air.

"Leave it, I will answer it when I want too." I rudely said to her and went back to doing what I was doing. The stupid phone kept on ringing until I was forced to pick it up.

"Hello!" I said already knowing who it was as that person had been bothering me this whole week trying to contact me.

"It’s me, look before you quickly hung up. Please hear me up, Nathan. I am having a hard time finding a job and my landlord kicked me out on the streets. "Claire said to me in a desperate pleading voice.

"So what! What do you want from me?" I said to her not hanging up yet as I knew that she would keep on bothering me if I did not hear her and I don't even know how the heck she kept on getting my numbers with all the times I was changing them.

"I...um well I need some money can you lend me some?" Claire replied.

"If you want some money why don't you go and do some gold-digging to some poor rich fellow out there." I rudely replied.

"Nathan you know that you ruined my chances of any rich or important person dating me at that party and so you’re my only hope as you have millions of dollars to waste. Haven't you gotten enough of your revenge on me? Don't you care that I might end up becoming a disgusting prostitute to earn a living." she said to me pleadingly.

"My answer is no; Claire I'm not giving you any money. And no, I will never ever be satisfied with any revenge I do on you and I don't care about you." I replied cruelly.

"Since when did you become a monster Nathan!" she said to me.

"You all made me become this person Claire, good day and don't ever call me again unless you want to have more trouble than you already have in your life." after saying that I quickly hung up the phone call as I had more pressing matters to attend in my life.

I paused a little waiting to see if that little gentle voice I used to hear would say something or tell me that I was being cruel and should help Claire. But nothing, I heard nothing. Ever since that day I had fired those workers from the mansion that was the last time I had heard my conscious little gentle voice. I gave up and sat back down defeated.

A whole year had passed and here I was a rich 24-year-old billionaire traveling in my private jet with 2 supermodel chicks waiting for me at my 5-star apartment hotel, but I was feeling miserable.

You would think that gaining the whole world, being the richest person in the world, and being able to get anything that I wanted that I would be happy and satisfied in life but sadly I was not.

Even after getting my sweet revenge on everyone, you would think I would now have peace of mind, but I had none. Getting my revenge had been fun in the beginning but now I felt nothing.

I felt empty, still depressed as I no longer had a drive or revenge to live for. I was back to square one to that 18-year-old me who just wanted life to end and was full of sorrow, pain, and depression. I was back to being that man whom Jasmine had wanted to change, back to partying, drugs, drinking, and women. But it was no longer fun, and I only did it to spite the memory of her.

I no longer knew where to go, what to feel, or even how to cry. Even drugs could not help me, they just made it worse as all I felt now was numbness. Some days I was stronger but I always felt as if something was missing in my life and all I wanted to do was to go to a mountain and scream my heart out for an answer as I could not figure what it was.

Life felt so dull even if I could have all the material things I wanted. The cars, the jets, the mansions they all did not bring me any fulfillment anymore.

I sometimes spent my time wallowing in self-pity as I no longer felt the thrill of living life. It was just boring even with all the lavish parties, the gorgeous women, and the drugs I still felt empty.

So, all I now wanted was for death to come and take me.

But it seems as if every bloody time I tried to get myself killed some unwanted invisible supernatural hand blocked me.

No matter how many bar fights I got into, drug overdoses even car racing, and being involved in car accidents, I still could not die.

Every bloody time I was close to death, someone would find me and send me to the doctor excluding Jasmine as I had made it my mission to never see her ever again.

But heck I could not even count how many doctor visits I had gone to all because this bloody universe did not want to let me go.

My male Doctor, becoming tired of my visits there had even started preaching to me and praying for me, since he was Christian as he thought I needed religious intervention too since he was one of those Christians.

As if that worked, Heck soon they might even have to start sending me to a psychic maybe he could fix me. No one could fix me as I was now like a twisted maniac who had given up on life. Nothing they could try would work.

As for the preaching, I did hear it but never listened as to her as him just like that preacher as he was just talking nonsense. I had given up on God a long time ago as he did not care about me just like bloody everyone else. When I had told him he was talking nonsense and that his God did not exist, he had rebuked me using some verse saying, Repent of this wickedness and pray to the Lord in the hope that he may forgive you for having such a thought in your heart. For I see that you are full of bitterness and captive to sin.

As if! So, I quickly had him changed from being my doctor, but there was something that he said which caught my attention. About his God being the one not allowing me to die.

That had caused me to start believing that maybe he was right and that his God did actually exist as me not dying after all those accidents were just too abnormal.

Well if it truly was then that God had to stop it! Why could he not just let me die? I was not one of his people, I did not need him.

I was also beyond saving, had a sick heart that could not be fixed, and a life beyond repair. I did not want to live.

While still sitting there in my private jet, 25000ft in the air, I took a look outside through the window. A frustrated sigh escaped my lips as I so envied the beautiful happy shining sun and the calm clouds as I felt lifeless.

"Sir, Sir we are about to crash, something is wrong with the aircraft!" the voice of my pilot could be heard shouting while my air hostess stood panicking and screaming.

Through all this commotion I just sat calmly. I already now knew that someone had tampered with my Jet, that someone being my so-called best friend and business partner. But how could I blame my Mafia friend Ricky when he was after all going to inherit all my billions from my death.

The plane started shaking and started descending heading for impact.

*BOOM*

The sound of the crashing airplane could be heard as it crashed upon a mountain and I found myself blacking out and getting lost in oblivion...