Only His for all New Years

His Scheme

It would be a new year with a difference for Czar. Standing in his temporary pent house that looked at the city lights he briefly thought of the house in the city he lost to his scheming ex-wife Juliana.

He was ashamed to think that he had cried when he lost the custody of the twins after being shown a paternity test that they were his brother's .

Today he was at peace - like the eye of the hurricane. It had taken almost a year to manage the storm that had started post their very public divorce. The business and finance sensation, dedicated family man, handsome billionaire had been taken to divorce court by his ex wife . People had fallen in love with the drama that it almost felt like it would never end. The waking up of his comatose brother Marc, the declaration by Julianna with tears that she did it to save the man she loved and his kids, his parents support .. he stood alone, lonely, unheard.

He laughed and tossed down his ice cold water. His brain has never been sharper as he finally linked every piece of information required together after a year where only his office saw him. Today the morning paper carried an article of the mysterious Czar who had emerged

like a phoenix from the ashes after a year of silence while he fought to restore his position in the company he built brick by brick. This very paper had predicted that his company would face an aggressive take over by a competitor when critical information changed hands while he was trying to fight for custody of the twins. It has been a year since he met them too. He thought he looked okay in the charity event organised by his company with homeless people walking the ramp with employees. The powerful campaign theme targeted at getting homes for the homeless during the cold , wet months, and was called .. "Give ramp to give them a home"

It was an absolute hit even getting him a number of other ramp walk offers , ted talks, talk shows and one movie appearance. He may do them all as he stepped into the darkest corner of the room. He had related to the homeless when his home was snatched from him..

His company problems were still there, for very foolishly he had distributed ownership shares within what he had considered his family. They were sold off with an aim to make him weak, even his parents sold theirs. But while that environment of risk was still underlying, for the first time in some 13 months the equation has moved to his favour. Finally he had started enjoying the game after a period of brutal fight for survival.

But today the theme was different. He touched a doll that a young girl had given him a few years back. He touched the doll's curves and steeled his mind even as his blood lusted for what he wanted to do, his mind had been nagging. It was nearing Halloween. He wanted to visit her. Not a young girl anymore but a young woman, brilliant, nerdy, one whom his ex wife loved, cherished and protected and one who will embark on a journey to payback what her sister owed him.

He looked at the image on his screen. She was the only one who had not blocked him on any media platforms, one who still checked if he was okay and yet she was the one who will pay. She will for caring when he had warned her to stay away. She will be completely at his mercy, his doll, for all the holidays, especially the new years, groomed to accept his crumbs and then retreat to the sidelines , leave her family and block them for his wish.

Her deeply sheltered , studious life was to become .. bad, sexy and uncertain. He looked longingly at his whiskey bottle. One year to even one drop, someday soon he will pour himself a stiff , tall one. Today he pressed the number that he had saved one year back.

The phone rang for exactly for one ring, before it was picked up by a voice that sounded shaky. This would be fun , Czar thought crossing his legs as he sat down on the sofa and cursing his dark heart that would enjoy this.

"Stuti .. how are you ?"

She stuttered as she responded .."Yes Yes very good."

"Are you at the University or at the lab where you are interning?"

She was at the library in the university as the lab was closed for a week, on account of a leak of a gas no one could find a source or cause.

His lips twisted as he said,"But that won't do. You are not celebrating Halloween? Surely the kids would be out trick treating and would want their favorite aunt with them. "

As expected the conversation paused as she tried to avoid answering about the twins. He did not disclose that he had almost no interest in them either, finally. His attention was on her, his new.. puppy to be. Then she said something about having a project to submit.

She lies now, he thought with an unkind smile. She better not to him, when they were together, else she shall pay.. touching his lightly abrasive leather belt with affection.. Oh the adjustments he made for his ex wife, when she suddenly became pregnant, giving up his life to become a respectable man.. Well respect be damned , he was ready to be his baddest and he laughed soundlessly licking his lips at some flickering images of the thresholds he will cross with Stuti..

Then he spoke into the mobile, "I will pick you up in an hour then. Let's spend the halloween doing fun stuff as you are not going home and I am quite alone abandoned by all but you."

He must admit that there was a sudden pindrop silence at her end before he heard a hushed.."Yes okay.."

He let out his breath slowly, he had not realised he was holding it. "See you then." He clicked the phone shut before some remains of the old good man came in and said. she is but a child mesmerized by you.

Slowly he got up and looked at the skyline. Being footloose and without a permanent residence was good. His parents no longer knew where to reach him. He submitted the petition to his state , to formally have his name removed from the twins birth certificates. The child support which he has to still pay for being on their birth certificate and some administrative glitch and legal delays, will be all claimed back. As the circles in the laptop indicated the processing of the submission, he packed himself a light bag. Stuti .. project Stuti.