She looked into the skyline through her massive french windows . The carefully curated, drawn lilac curtains seemed to open up and show her a path in the myriad of tiny city lights.
What was she looking for ,she wondered as she continued to gaze outside while reclining in her plush recliner. This was the only furniture in an otherwise minimal living room.
Yes just one recliner which meant she never had guests and neither did she have a boyfriend or colleague come over.
Her house was hardly 200 square feet but the tiny space was carefully manicured by expensive yet functional and sophisticated elements .
Her naturally affluent family upbringing maybe have shaped her tastes for finer things in life, but before you conclude her as a rich spoiled daddy's girl, you should know that she owns nothing from her family wealth. Everything, even a pin in that house and her life was made by her. Yes she was self made and independent.
From childhood onwards, She was different, preferring to be alone than with company , preferring to walk where others would drive. She was an enigma to even her family. Her sisters were elder than her, both graduated from ivy league universities and have important roles in the family business whereas she , the youngest of the family simply dropped out of school at 17 and left home.
" ...Not going to school ??.. why??? " - her mom was confused
" Yes mother, I'm not going to school anymore. I'm going to work "- she said
" You are in the last year of school ,there is hardly 2 months left, why don't you just complete it and .. and then we'll see what you want to do"- her mother said
She got up and started to leave her mother's bedroom . On her way out she simply remarked
" Oh ,also I'm leaving home"
Her mother laughed. She didn't think her teenage daughter was being serious.
Her dad also laughed when her mom told her decision .
That night she packed a small bag, some clothes , her teddy, an Hermes scarf her best friend from childhood gave her and some snacks.
She left a note saying
"Mom, we discussed... Bye Crissi."
Next day when the maids found and handed the note to her mom, there was a hysterical cry ,followed by a rush of phone calls and searching. Her parents send the house staff on a search party and by the time police arrived ,her mom was literally white faced.
They searched her everywhere for 2 days and couldn't find her.
In the third day her mom received a call from her friend in new york .
" Megan, I saw your daughter ,she's in new york!" - said the caller on phone
Her mother was relieved but unbelievable she said" Are you sure it's Crissi? She didn't take any money ,how could she have possibly travelled all the way from California to new york?".
"Yes it's her, she went into the subway . I was in the car and ran out but lost her in the crowd of the Subway "- said the caller
Police traced her in newyork and put her on phone with her parents.
" I'm not coming back mother. Why r you making a fuss for this?"
" Crissi, but why? What have we done wrong?"- her mother asked
" If you don't wanna goto college that's perfectly fine ,just come back dear"- her father said
" I'm almost eighteen, I'm done with life at Home, I'm here to find my own way ... Nothing you guys did. It's just that I want to explore this world on my own"- she said.
On her way out of the police station, the officer asked her to sign a note .
It was an agreement which said that she will no longer have any communication with the Wayward family and neither was she eligibile for any share . She basically disowned herself .
" I agree, Signed Christina Helen Wayward"
As she walked out ,she had a single tear coming out of the corner of her eyes.
Months before when the stalking began, little did she know that her whole family was in danger if she didn't agree to that agreement.
She walked out and went into an alley and walked up towards an apartment door. The same policeman who made her sign the agreement was waiting in the entrance.
" Are you even real police?"- she asked him
He ignored the comment and proceeded to hand over a bunch of keys . "These are the keys to your new apartment 4th floor apartment 4002 as agreed"- he told her .
As he started to leave ,she called out" Tell him I know who he is"
To which he replied " No you don't. Shut up"
" Oh I do and also tell him I'm coming after him"
He turned around ,pointed a gun at her and shot.
She didnt scream . The bullet grazed through her hat and hit the wall behind her. She didn't wince.
He looked at her amazed.
" Though it was a warning shot, I'm amazed . Kids your age usually pee at a distant gun shot .. but then you r not like other kids"- he said
" Yes, I'm a Wayward" she turned around and walked inside and shut the metal entrance door. The moment she was alone, she cried. This was it - A new beginning but does it guarantee her family's safety? Well that was what was promised In the agreement.
Her new apartment was a tiny room. Just a room and a bathroom. She looked around and waited for a rat to pop up from somewhere. She relaxed when she knew that she was completely alone.
It wasn't a shaddy area, it was actually a normal house affordable to a middle class person. She was never a middle to know that.
After washing up in her crampy bathroom . She dressed up in a white shirt and black pants and went out to search for a job.
There was Food in the fridge provided but she wasn't hungry.
She went into the first restaurant she saw and asked for job openings.they had none, so did the shop nextdoor and the next shop.After 3 hours and in desperation she sat on the pavement .
"Where will I get a job"- she said to herself.
"It's York girl, there are no jobs for people like us"- a voice said from behind.
She almost jumped when she saw how close the disheveled person was sitting .
As she walked away, it dawned on her that he was right.
She stopped by a food vendor ,had a sandwich and proceeded to search for a job.
By evening she returned to her apartment door. She wanted to give up and run back home. Then she saw the bullet. She also remembered the last time she saw the bullet and the time before that.
She went into the apartment and walked towards the elevator. She never took elevators yet she was so tired that today was an exception.
As she opened her door and walked in to her room, she was surprised to see food on the table. She recognised the smell of authentic Italian food.
She slumped on the bed and fell asleep. She woke up an hour later hungry and anxious. She saw some bad dream. The same kind she saw back in her family mansion.
There was a text on her phone
" I've arranged a maid for your highness, do don't complain much"
"So I have a maid too..what other surprises do you have for me?!"- she texted back.
She waited for a reply as she ate a delicious bowl of pasta soup called minestrone- ironically a poor man's dish in Italy.
As there was no reply ,she texted again
" Hey how am I gonna find a job without a degree? You could have at least let me complete school"
..
She woke up at the sound of pigeons on her window sill.
Windows? Well it looked more like an exhaust vent in bathrooms she thought.
She took her phone. There wasn't a reply.
She went to her bathroom and f
Washed up and dressed in another white shirt and black pants. The one she was wearing was casually thrown on the bathroom floor.
As she came out she was startled by the presence of this big stout woman who was standing in the entrance.
Good morning she said courteously.
" You are...?"- Christina asked
" Marge ! I'm your maid" - she said.
She was a huge ,heavily build woman wearing the most eye glaring neon and black frock. An instant eye sore thought Christina.
She made breakfast as Christina browsed through her phone.
" How do you get a job here "- Christina asked the Marge.
" oh well we just know people who knows openings etc. I don't know know how it's like for rich people like you"- she said
" I'm not rich. I need a job anything from a waitress to that person who picks up calls.. " Christina explained.
" A receptionist?!! "
" Yes! Even a receptionist job will be enough"
" Well I'll tell u my circle is different, I know about domestic services, nannies and house keeping jobs"
After the breakfast was made, she said she's leaving and will be back to make dinner.
" The pasta soup was delicious, thank you!"- said Christina as Marge was moving to the door.
Marge smiled and went out. Something was peculiar about this child unlike all the others before her who she was asked to feed. She didn't belong to a broken background, she was rich and was certainly not scared.
"Who is this girl Pete?" - Marge asked on phone.
" None of your or my business"- the caller said.
" So she needs a job, should I help her?"- she asked
"No" was the response and the call was over.
Christina ate her eggs and bacon and wrapped a small sandwich for lunch .
The plate she ate was on the table as she was habituated . She left with her bag and took a different route today.
No jobs but she found a guy who promised her work.
The meeting was at an office building nearby at 10 am next day.
As she proceeded to get dressed the next day, Marge came to make her breakfast.
" Good morning ,you look happy today"- she said
Yes ,said. Christina. " I got a job interview and he promised that I was perfect for a job"
Marge looked at her troubled.
".. err.. where is this interview?"- Marge asked her
" Oh it's in this office building " - said Christina handing her the address .
101, pipeline towers?
The address was familiar but she couldn't figure out where it was.
As Marge left, she knew something wasn't right.
She called the same number and told him about Christina's interview.
" Hey lady, if you wanna keep your job ,you'll stop interfering in her business"- the caller said
And that was the last time Marge saw Christina .
She went in her house for 5 days in a row but no sign of the child . After the fifth day, The caller on the phone asked her to clear the apartment.
Time for the next client.
..
Chapter 2.
" Another murder in the Wayward family!" The news headlines glarred everywhere.
Megan Wayward looked at the news with no expression.
The past couple of months were cruel. Members of her family were killed like chickens and police can't seem to find a single trail.
Everything was bearable till her daughter decided to leave home.
Christina was her youngest child and the apple of her eye. She was different from the rest of the family and her leaving literally meant the end of the world for Megan.
Why are you doing this to me Lord?!- she wondered. Day by day the rosary chants were getting longer and the slow mumbling prayers were getting more tear filled.
Catherine and Patricia Wayward, her elder daughters were getting worried about their mother's situation.
They were aware of what was happening in the family and why police were not of much help after all Gang wars usually resolve themselves.
Catherine and Patricia were the next generation of Waywards and like their younger cousins focused on education than guns and fights.
The new generation of Waywards were weak and in their circle, the Waywards were hence loosing their power.
"Not a single one with Spine! I told you not to send these kids to college"- A thundering voice was none other than the Grand Pere of the Wayward family.
A frail 95 year old man who controls the family even today.
John wayward, Christinas father was the youngest son of Mortimer Wayward .
Mortimer and his three brothers were descents of the a Royal family from Europe whose legacy were hidden from the world. To the public Waywards are some of the earliest American families who found riches from mining.
This was not true ,the Wayward family didn't own a single mine till 1950s . Their legacy if known would prove to be an ill fate so they his in America keeping very low profiles for generations till Mortimer Wayward and his brothers devices to be the underworld kings. They dealt with everything from organized crimes to murders . With their foot firm in the underworld they climbed out creating legitimate businesses in the early 1940s.They soon became respectable industrialists but the world of business trembled at the sight of the Waywards for they knew if Waywards had their the mind set on something, they will not bat an eyelid till they gain it.
Over years, their many sons and daughters started taking over the different businesses with. All of them married and settled in various parts of the country and successfully expanded their business empire and the underground presence too.
But as they settled into the respectable societies,this second generation were mostly inclined in enrolling their many children into the highest ranked private schools and universities . Education spoiled the otherwise gruesome Waywards and converted them to just industrialists and business families.
Christina's sisters were among the youngest CEOs in the world by early 90s . They were doing business in everything from manufacturing to packaging to luxury Goods to Design houses.
These ivy league third generation were least intrested in establishing themselves as Mafia Kings which irked Mortimer Wayward who was the by now the only survivor of the original wayward brothers.
The early 90s saw many new gangs are mafia Kings propping up around the country with Waywards becoming weaker and weaker.
All but young Morty ( Mortimer 2 Wayward) and Freddie ( Fredrick Wayward) were against the families involvement in many unresolved murders and crimes.
While the ivy league cousins were hell bent on turning the bad reputation which they considered as a burden for them, the second generation as in Christina's father and kins were struggling to please Mortimer and their children alike.
But as their business empire grew ,the family members started getting popular in the world with many of them being featured in magazines and "world's sexiest" lists. Yes the Waywards were Royalties and most of them were so naturally stunning and attractive that they didn't even have to work out.
John's sister , Teresa was a nun. She brought in the concept of religion and God to the otherwise atheist family. Megan Wayward was heavily influenced by Teresa after a frightening experience during her pregnancy with Christina which made her a believer, which is also probably the reason for her over attachment to Christina.
Teresa was Mortimers first daughter and they never got along well together. She did share a very good relationship with her mother and her 5 siblings.
John had one more sister ,Zarina who is the youngest daughter of Mortimer. Zarina was aggressive and heads the underworld operations in California area for the family. Zarina was nicknamed as sheDon by many . She remained elusive and married a person whom nobody knew before. Her husband Nicolas was a long time operator working with her on many secret missions that earned millions. Nickolas rarely makes a public appearance and never lets anyone take a photograph of him. Together they have one son , Mortimer 2 Wayward. Zarina and Nickolas lived in Christina's house. But Christina barely used to see her aunt. They were always traveling or maybe they go off in stealth mode for some secret job! Christina never knew. Young Morty grew up with Christina and her sisters. Her parents never complaint neither did they ever Ill treat Morty. Once Morty turned 16, he started going on trips with his parents and sometimes retuned alone when his parents abruptly told him to go back home.
Christina who was a little girl then didn't understand much. Morty was her favorite person in the house. He told her many secret stories whi h were full of thrills and adventure which she secretly desired. But Morty told these stories only to her , it was their secret. To her sisters and parents, Morty was a perfect ,poised boy who had a bright future. Morty excelled in studies and went to Yale . He did his major in political science and minored in theatre and performing arts. Such a diverse range of talent came with an exquisite Adonis like Good looks that Morty was often an object of discussion even inside the wayward family.
Morty soon got popular and his friends were among the elite A listers in America. He used to date girls whose came from rich and powerful families in the world. One of his relationship benefitted Waywards family expand their oil pipeline businesses in the middle East for His long time girlfriend then was an Arab princess who was not only an exquisite beauty but also a very powerful royal influencer in the middle East. When they broke up ,Morty went into depression for months. He just disappeared with a tweet saying " She meant the universe to me, without her my life is meaningless, adios!"
Months later ,Perry ,one of their cousins spotted Morty in Goa ,India walking around with a bear in his hand, tanned as hell. When Perry approached Morty he welcomed him by saying Namaste
" We thought you were dead!"- perry exclaimed
".. what ? ..why ?"- asked Morty so innocently that his baby blue eyes widened .
" What do you mean by why? ! All that depression posts? Your breakup with the Arab chick and all that? Does your mom know you are here?"- asked Perry
" Oh yea that I needed to make her feel dad feel like his daughter broke up with me for no fault of mine"- he said very casually.
Why? -Perry asked
"Why? I'm surprised that you of all people should ask me that perrcy boy!!"- Morty said
Perry looked confused.
Morty took him to his hangout point. A quaint shack in the corner of a beach away from the crowd still the sea was right in front of them.
Over another beer Morty explained to him while perry sat in disbelief.
" Uncle Jake came to me one day and asked for a help, now I couldn't practically say no to your father now can I?"- Morty started
" What help?"- asked Perry trying to maintain his calm
" Well you know the future of Wayward pipelines rested on my manhood and I couldn't just let it slip by"- Morty amused him at that point looking down to the area he was really proud of. Perry looked disgusted at him
" Just tell me what happened "- perry said
" Okay so Fatima and I were in Yale and we had been to a few parties and have had some photos together probably they floated around in social media ,or I don't know man ,somehow your dad got hold of it . He called me one day and asked me to meet him for lunch. He told me that new pipeline deal with middle East was being held because the king of one of the middle East countries was against it. He wanted me to influence him and get him to sign the deal!"
" Oh let me guess Fatimah's dad is the king!"- perry said .
" Yes perccy boy, you are right. So I said okay and we'll the rest was easy. Girls never say no to me neither did fathimah. From then I was a new person, a person who found out my true love , I stopped being with other girls ,I even grew a beard to look more arab like"- Morty said
" Yes I saw that transformation in magazines, From sexy beach boy to an Arab stallion"- said perry almost bored.
" AHA, exactly! So then I met her dad ,he was happy to heary surname was wayward and then I lobbied for your dad for about 4 months before I got him to sign the deal"- Morty tipped the beer bottle a little . Boy he looked precious, thought perry with a hint of jealousy. Perry himself was a tall blond man with sea green eyes. But there was something he lacked that Morty had, maybe it's the style ,maybe the confidence because girls never hit on him if Morty was anywhere nearby. Even in this beach shack ,where he's almost un recognisable, all the young girl were eyeing Morty.
" So what kind of lobbying did u do for dad?"- asked Perry
" Well you know stuff like about your philanthropy organization which aims at equality, and that other organisation which focuses on religious study and stuff like .." Morty trailed off looking at this hot lady....
What was she looking for ,she wondered as she continued to gaze outside while reclining in her plush recliner. This was the only furniture in an otherwise minimal living room.
Yes just one recliner which meant she never had guests and neither did she have a boyfriend or colleague come over.
Her house was hardly 200 square feet but the tiny space was carefully manicured by expensive yet functional and sophisticated elements .
Her naturally affluent family upbringing maybe have shaped her tastes for finer things in life, but before you conclude her as a rich spoiled daddy's girl, you should know that she owns nothing from her family wealth. Everything, even a pin in that house and her life was made by her. Yes she was self made and independent.
From childhood onwards, She was different, preferring to be alone than with company , preferring to walk where others would drive. She was an enigma to even her family. Her sisters were elder than her, both graduated from ivy league universities and have important roles in the family business whereas she , the youngest of the family simply dropped out of school at 17 and left home.
" ...Not going to school ??.. why??? " - her mom was confused
" Yes mother, I'm not going to school anymore. I'm going to work "- she said
" You are in the last year of school ,there is hardly 2 months left, why don't you just complete it and .. and then we'll see what you want to do"- her mother said
She got up and started to leave her mother's bedroom . On her way out she simply remarked
" Oh ,also I'm leaving home"
Her mother laughed. She didn't think her teenage daughter was being serious.
Her dad also laughed when her mom told her decision .
That night she packed a small bag, some clothes , her teddy, an Hermes scarf her best friend from childhood gave her and some snacks.
She left a note saying
"Mom, we discussed... Bye Crissi."
Next day when the maids found and handed the note to her mom, there was a hysterical cry ,followed by a rush of phone calls and searching. Her parents send the house staff on a search party and by the time police arrived ,her mom was literally white faced.
They searched her everywhere for 2 days and couldn't find her.
In the third day her mom received a call from her friend in new york .
" Megan, I saw your daughter ,she's in new york!" - said the caller on phone
Her mother was relieved but unbelievable she said" Are you sure it's Crissi? She didn't take any money ,how could she have possibly travelled all the way from California to new york?".
"Yes it's her, she went into the subway . I was in the car and ran out but lost her in the crowd of the Subway "- said the caller
Police traced her in newyork and put her on phone with her parents.
" I'm not coming back mother. Why r you making a fuss for this?"
" Crissi, but why? What have we done wrong?"- her mother asked
" If you don't wanna goto college that's perfectly fine ,just come back dear"- her father said
" I'm almost eighteen, I'm done with life at Home, I'm here to find my own way ... Nothing you guys did. It's just that I want to explore this world on my own"- she said.
On her way out of the police station, the officer asked her to sign a note .
It was an agreement which said that she will no longer have any communication with the Wayward family and neither was she eligibile for any share . She basically disowned herself .
" I agree, Signed Christina Helen Wayward"
As she walked out ,she had a single tear coming out of the corner of her eyes.
Months before when the stalking began, little did she know that her whole family was in danger if she didn't agree to that agreement.
She walked out and went into an alley and walked up towards an apartment door. The same policeman who made her sign the agreement was waiting in the entrance.
" Are you even real police?"- she asked him
He ignored the comment and proceeded to hand over a bunch of keys . "These are the keys to your new apartment 4th floor apartment 4002 as agreed"- he told her .
As he started to leave ,she called out" Tell him I know who he is"
To which he replied " No you don't. Shut up"
" Oh I do and also tell him I'm coming after him"
He turned around ,pointed a gun at her and shot.
She didnt scream . The bullet grazed through her hat and hit the wall behind her. She didn't wince.
He looked at her amazed.
" Though it was a warning shot, I'm amazed . Kids your age usually pee at a distant gun shot .. but then you r not like other kids"- he said
" Yes, I'm a Wayward" she turned around and walked inside and shut the metal entrance door. The moment she was alone, she cried. This was it - A new beginning but does it guarantee her family's safety? Well that was what was promised In the agreement.
Her new apartment was a tiny room. Just a room and a bathroom. She looked around and waited for a rat to pop up from somewhere. She relaxed when she knew that she was completely alone.
It wasn't a shaddy area, it was actually a normal house affordable to a middle class person. She was never a middle to know that.
After washing up in her crampy bathroom . She dressed up in a white shirt and black pants and went out to search for a job.
There was Food in the fridge provided but she wasn't hungry.
She went into the first restaurant she saw and asked for job openings.they had none, so did the shop nextdoor and the next shop.After 3 hours and in desperation she sat on the pavement .
"Where will I get a job"- she said to herself.
"It's York girl, there are no jobs for people like us"- a voice said from behind.
She almost jumped when she saw how close the disheveled person was sitting .
As she walked away, it dawned on her that he was right.
She stopped by a food vendor ,had a sandwich and proceeded to search for a job.
By evening she returned to her apartment door. She wanted to give up and run back home. Then she saw the bullet. She also remembered the last time she saw the bullet and the time before that.
She went into the apartment and walked towards the elevator. She never took elevators yet she was so tired that today was an exception.
As she opened her door and walked in to her room, she was surprised to see food on the table. She recognised the smell of authentic Italian food.
She slumped on the bed and fell asleep. She woke up an hour later hungry and anxious. She saw some bad dream. The same kind she saw back in her family mansion.
There was a text on her phone
" I've arranged a maid for your highness, do don't complain much"
"So I have a maid too..what other surprises do you have for me?!"- she texted back.
She waited for a reply as she ate a delicious bowl of pasta soup called minestrone- ironically a poor man's dish in Italy.
As there was no reply ,she texted again
" Hey how am I gonna find a job without a degree? You could have at least let me complete school"
..
She woke up at the sound of pigeons on her window sill.
Windows? Well it looked more like an exhaust vent in bathrooms she thought.
She took her phone. There wasn't a reply.
She went to her bathroom and f
Washed up and dressed in another white shirt and black pants. The one she was wearing was casually thrown on the bathroom floor.
As she came out she was startled by the presence of this big stout woman who was standing in the entrance.
Good morning she said courteously.
" You are...?"- Christina asked
" Marge ! I'm your maid" - she said.
She was a huge ,heavily build woman wearing the most eye glaring neon and black frock. An instant eye sore thought Christina.
She made breakfast as Christina browsed through her phone.
" How do you get a job here "- Christina asked the Marge.
" oh well we just know people who knows openings etc. I don't know know how it's like for rich people like you"- she said
" I'm not rich. I need a job anything from a waitress to that person who picks up calls.. " Christina explained.
" A receptionist?!! "
" Yes! Even a receptionist job will be enough"
" Well I'll tell u my circle is different, I know about domestic services, nannies and house keeping jobs"
After the breakfast was made, she said she's leaving and will be back to make dinner.
" The pasta soup was delicious, thank you!"- said Christina as Marge was moving to the door.
Marge smiled and went out. Something was peculiar about this child unlike all the others before her who she was asked to feed. She didn't belong to a broken background, she was rich and was certainly not scared.
"Who is this girl Pete?" - Marge asked on phone.
" None of your or my business"- the caller said.
" So she needs a job, should I help her?"- she asked
"No" was the response and the call was over.
Christina ate her eggs and bacon and wrapped a small sandwich for lunch .
The plate she ate was on the table as she was habituated . She left with her bag and took a different route today.
No jobs but she found a guy who promised her work.
The meeting was at an office building nearby at 10 am next day.
As she proceeded to get dressed the next day, Marge came to make her breakfast.
" Good morning ,you look happy today"- she said
Yes ,said. Christina. " I got a job interview and he promised that I was perfect for a job"
Marge looked at her troubled.
".. err.. where is this interview?"- Marge asked her
" Oh it's in this office building " - said Christina handing her the address .
101, pipeline towers?
The address was familiar but she couldn't figure out where it was.
As Marge left, she knew something wasn't right.
She called the same number and told him about Christina's interview.
" Hey lady, if you wanna keep your job ,you'll stop interfering in her business"- the caller said
And that was the last time Marge saw Christina .
She went in her house for 5 days in a row but no sign of the child . After the fifth day, The caller on the phone asked her to clear the apartment.
Time for the next client.
..
Chapter 2.
" Another murder in the Wayward family!" The news headlines glarred everywhere.
Megan Wayward looked at the news with no expression.
The past couple of months were cruel. Members of her family were killed like chickens and police can't seem to find a single trail.
Everything was bearable till her daughter decided to leave home.
Christina was her youngest child and the apple of her eye. She was different from the rest of the family and her leaving literally meant the end of the world for Megan.
Why are you doing this to me Lord?!- she wondered. Day by day the rosary chants were getting longer and the slow mumbling prayers were getting more tear filled.
Catherine and Patricia Wayward, her elder daughters were getting worried about their mother's situation.
They were aware of what was happening in the family and why police were not of much help after all Gang wars usually resolve themselves.
Catherine and Patricia were the next generation of Waywards and like their younger cousins focused on education than guns and fights.
The new generation of Waywards were weak and in their circle, the Waywards were hence loosing their power.
"Not a single one with Spine! I told you not to send these kids to college"- A thundering voice was none other than the Grand Pere of the Wayward family.
A frail 95 year old man who controls the family even today.
John wayward, Christinas father was the youngest son of Mortimer Wayward .
Mortimer and his three brothers were descents of the a Royal family from Europe whose legacy were hidden from the world. To the public Waywards are some of the earliest American families who found riches from mining.
This was not true ,the Wayward family didn't own a single mine till 1950s . Their legacy if known would prove to be an ill fate so they his in America keeping very low profiles for generations till Mortimer Wayward and his brothers devices to be the underworld kings. They dealt with everything from organized crimes to murders . With their foot firm in the underworld they climbed out creating legitimate businesses in the early 1940s.They soon became respectable industrialists but the world of business trembled at the sight of the Waywards for they knew if Waywards had their the mind set on something, they will not bat an eyelid till they gain it.
Over years, their many sons and daughters started taking over the different businesses with. All of them married and settled in various parts of the country and successfully expanded their business empire and the underground presence too.
But as they settled into the respectable societies,this second generation were mostly inclined in enrolling their many children into the highest ranked private schools and universities . Education spoiled the otherwise gruesome Waywards and converted them to just industrialists and business families.
Christina's sisters were among the youngest CEOs in the world by early 90s . They were doing business in everything from manufacturing to packaging to luxury Goods to Design houses.
These ivy league third generation were least intrested in establishing themselves as Mafia Kings which irked Mortimer Wayward who was the by now the only survivor of the original wayward brothers.
The early 90s saw many new gangs are mafia Kings propping up around the country with Waywards becoming weaker and weaker.
All but young Morty ( Mortimer 2 Wayward) and Freddie ( Fredrick Wayward) were against the families involvement in many unresolved murders and crimes.
While the ivy league cousins were hell bent on turning the bad reputation which they considered as a burden for them, the second generation as in Christina's father and kins were struggling to please Mortimer and their children alike.
But as their business empire grew ,the family members started getting popular in the world with many of them being featured in magazines and "world's sexiest" lists. Yes the Waywards were Royalties and most of them were so naturally stunning and attractive that they didn't even have to work out.
John's sister , Teresa was a nun. She brought in the concept of religion and God to the otherwise atheist family. Megan Wayward was heavily influenced by Teresa after a frightening experience during her pregnancy with Christina which made her a believer, which is also probably the reason for her over attachment to Christina.
Teresa was Mortimers first daughter and they never got along well together. She did share a very good relationship with her mother and her 5 siblings.
John had one more sister ,Zarina who is the youngest daughter of Mortimer. Zarina was aggressive and heads the underworld operations in California area for the family. Zarina was nicknamed as sheDon by many . She remained elusive and married a person whom nobody knew before. Her husband Nicolas was a long time operator working with her on many secret missions that earned millions. Nickolas rarely makes a public appearance and never lets anyone take a photograph of him. Together they have one son , Mortimer 2 Wayward. Zarina and Nickolas lived in Christina's house. But Christina barely used to see her aunt. They were always traveling or maybe they go off in stealth mode for some secret job! Christina never knew. Young Morty grew up with Christina and her sisters. Her parents never complaint neither did they ever Ill treat Morty. Once Morty turned 16, he started going on trips with his parents and sometimes retuned alone when his parents abruptly told him to go back home.
Christina who was a little girl then didn't understand much. Morty was her favorite person in the house. He told her many secret stories whi h were full of thrills and adventure which she secretly desired. But Morty told these stories only to her , it was their secret. To her sisters and parents, Morty was a perfect ,poised boy who had a bright future. Morty excelled in studies and went to Yale . He did his major in political science and minored in theatre and performing arts. Such a diverse range of talent came with an exquisite Adonis like Good looks that Morty was often an object of discussion even inside the wayward family.
Morty soon got popular and his friends were among the elite A listers in America. He used to date girls whose came from rich and powerful families in the world. One of his relationship benefitted Waywards family expand their oil pipeline businesses in the middle East for His long time girlfriend then was an Arab princess who was not only an exquisite beauty but also a very powerful royal influencer in the middle East. When they broke up ,Morty went into depression for months. He just disappeared with a tweet saying " She meant the universe to me, without her my life is meaningless, adios!"
Months later ,Perry ,one of their cousins spotted Morty in Goa ,India walking around with a bear in his hand, tanned as hell. When Perry approached Morty he welcomed him by saying Namaste
" We thought you were dead!"- perry exclaimed
".. what ? ..why ?"- asked Morty so innocently that his baby blue eyes widened .
" What do you mean by why? ! All that depression posts? Your breakup with the Arab chick and all that? Does your mom know you are here?"- asked Perry
" Oh yea that I needed to make her feel dad feel like his daughter broke up with me for no fault of mine"- he said very casually.
Why? -Perry asked
"Why? I'm surprised that you of all people should ask me that perrcy boy!!"- Morty said
Perry looked confused.
Morty took him to his hangout point. A quaint shack in the corner of a beach away from the crowd still the sea was right in front of them.
Over another beer Morty explained to him while perry sat in disbelief.
" Uncle Jake came to me one day and asked for a help, now I couldn't practically say no to your father now can I?"- Morty started
" What help?"- asked Perry trying to maintain his calm
" Well you know the future of Wayward pipelines rested on my manhood and I couldn't just let it slip by"- Morty amused him at that point looking down to the area he was really proud of. Perry looked disgusted at him
" Just tell me what happened "- perry said
" Okay so Fatima and I were in Yale and we had been to a few parties and have had some photos together probably they floated around in social media ,or I don't know man ,somehow your dad got hold of it . He called me one day and asked me to meet him for lunch. He told me that new pipeline deal with middle East was being held because the king of one of the middle East countries was against it. He wanted me to influence him and get him to sign the deal!"
" Oh let me guess Fatimah's dad is the king!"- perry said .
" Yes perccy boy, you are right. So I said okay and we'll the rest was easy. Girls never say no to me neither did fathimah. From then I was a new person, a person who found out my true love , I stopped being with other girls ,I even grew a beard to look more arab like"- Morty said
" Yes I saw that transformation in magazines, From sexy beach boy to an Arab stallion"- said perry almost bored.
" AHA, exactly! So then I met her dad ,he was happy to heary surname was wayward and then I lobbied for your dad for about 4 months before I got him to sign the deal"- Morty tipped the beer bottle a little . Boy he looked precious, thought perry with a hint of jealousy. Perry himself was a tall blond man with sea green eyes. But there was something he lacked that Morty had, maybe it's the style ,maybe the confidence because girls never hit on him if Morty was anywhere nearby. Even in this beach shack ,where he's almost un recognisable, all the young girl were eyeing Morty.
" So what kind of lobbying did u do for dad?"- asked Perry
" Well you know stuff like about your philanthropy organization which aims at equality, and that other organisation which focuses on religious study and stuff like .." Morty trailed off looking at this hot lady....
