"Look who decided to turn up, oh Ansel, be careful not to trip while signing the divorce papers, we don't want you ruining everything."
Ansel heard Clara speak, she stood at the entrance of the door, licking a lollipop, the sight of it irritating him. He decided to refrain from speaking and instead walked towards where the divorce procedures would take place. Wasting his time on the two scoundrels who had no shame left in them would be a disgrace. He strode towards the seat and sat down, adjusting his hair. Clara also did the same, scoffing as she passed by while her annoying heels clicked loudly on the floor. "Are both parties agreeing to this?" The judge asked and they both shook their heads. "Alright then" He continued speaking, adjusting the rim of his glass. " Does anyone have any opinion about how the property should be shared?" "Shared?" Clara scoffed loudly, "He doesn't have any property to offer. What can a scumbag like him bring to the table?" Ansel smiled inwardly, her greediness was over the top and perhaps he should be glad to know that she didn't take the little she thought he had. He pulled out a prenuptial agreement that they had signed a year ago when they got married. Maybe it was a good thing that he had brought up the idea at that time. "Clara, you need to sign here too. This is our prenuptial agreement, go on, sign it!" Clara didn't feel the need to sign the agreement papers, after all he had nothing to offer and it was obvious that the future didn't hold much for him. Still she decided to sign the agreement to give him a piece of mind. The little peanuts that he made couldn't even buy her an expensive dinner in a five star hotel. He was as broke as a church rat and signing the agreement papers would be doing him a good favor. Her hands shook a little as she held the pen to sign it, feeling a little reluctant all of a sudden. Something in her heart told her to not sign it but she pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind and signed it as fast as she could. They both signed the necessary papers they could and finally, the judge looked at them with a satisfied smirk. "Congratulations, you are divorced." Ansel sat still with a straight face, this was it, they were finally divorced and free. "At least I can leave with the love of my life forever. I wouldn't get to waste time with a loser anymore." Clara said with joy, Kelvin had been sitting by her side all along and she gave him a soft kiss on his forehead. Seeing the way she acted, Ansel knew he had loved the wrong woman. She was just a money hungry gold digger and nothing less. Ansel stood up to leave, he heard their footsteps behind him but that didn't seem to bother him. He had a surprise for them and he couldn't wait to see the expressions on her faces. "I have a gift for my ex-wife" Ansel said calmly and they both stopped while leaning their backs on the car. "Look who's already starting to regret it. You made a wrong decision Ansel. I hope you don't think I will accept you back or do you?" When she heard him mention the word 'gift', she knew he had come back to beg her. He was probably regretting signing the divorce papers. Clara shook her head in pity as she saw Ansel go quiet, she let out a soft chuckle and pointed at his dirty slippers. "Take a look at yourself Ansel. Didn't I tell you that you will crawl back to beg me? It's only been a few minutes and you are finding it hard to survive on the streets. Kiss both our feet and maybe we can help you change your life for the better." Clara said with enough sarcasm, she chewed her gum loudly which seemed to irritate Ansel. "You must be delusional. Oh! did you watch the trending video online? What were they saying about you huh..." He paused and pretended to think. "Oh I would let you watch the videos yourself, you are not worth my time. Bye losers!" Ansel whistled as he left, their face turning white as they thought that Ansel must be trying to make things up. Unbeknownst to them, Ansel had ordered his personal assistant to release the video the moment he walked out of the courtroom. It was on every social media platform, PikTok, wechats, Pobom, Youtalk, wetalk, Instagraaam, happytube. They were currently the topic of the town and the media was blowing up due to the viral video. Though Clara didn't want to believe that he was saying the truth, she hurriedly grabbed her phone from her purse. Over a thousand notifications appeared on her screen and they all had the same time intervals. [Headlines: Clara Song fucking an ugly old dude in the parking lot] Her heart skipped a beat and she opened the comments section, her fingers shaking nervously. "What an evil witch! She deserves to be locked in prison!" "She is an adulterer" "I had a feeling that she wasn't telling the truth!" "Someone send me her house address so I can go kill her myself" The comments were brutal and she passed the phone to Kelvin. Kelvin had a look of shock on his face, he was just about to scroll down to read more comments when he felt her drag the phone from his hands and view. She brought the phone to her ear. When Ansel picked the call, she began raining curses on him. "And what if our video is all over the media? Do you think we care? At least I'd rather be with him than spend the rest of my life with you. If your mother had taught you well at a young age then maybe you wouldn't be in this condition. You are_" Beep! Ansel hung up before she could say another word, she smashed her phone on the floor angrily.A young redhead woman walked hand in hand with Ansel.They were currently in a five star suite and after spotting the redhead with Ansel they didn't bother to stop the two of them from gaining entry.She was looking high-class, sophisticated and beautiful but they couldn't say the same for Ansel, who looked like he had been picked up from the streets.Samantha and Ansel arrived at the top room, she swiped her card swiftly and the door opened with a beeping sound.Since Ansel had stopped her from getting an apartment for him, she had no choice but to bring him to her room instead.Though the thought of staying with someone as great as Ansel brought butterflies to her stomach, she found it hard to not express her excitement."Please make yourself comfortable, Young master." Samantha said with a polite smile on her face.She gave him a little tour of the exquisite spacious room and they soon sat down to discuss.Samantha was his new secretary. After taking over J Luther's company, his gr
Samantha knew that whatever he was planning to do would be good, afterall he was the boss. She bowed with curtsy and stood up to leave, seeing no need to stay again. Besides, she was starting to feel incredibly hot under Ansel's gaze. "Also make an announcement that we will be seeking corporations with other companies. A party will be held next month to discuss the top companies and business matters." Ansel said, his gaze suddenly fell on his torn pants and shirt. Judging from his surroundings and the expensive suite, it would be a shame to be seen wearing a cloth like this. He at least needed one or two clothes since he would be spending some time in the suite. "Send some clothes also, I need to change into something different." "Mr Ansel, I have already prepared your outfits for you even before you came, you can find them on the right side of the wardrobe." Samantha felt like a pervert at that point of time. She had instructed them to place it in a different room but tho
Ansel arrived in Colossia Ontera, at exactly 11 am in the morning. A car had been arranged to drop him off. He got out of the car and walked towards the strangely looking mansion. Although this was his first time in the city, Kian remained unfazed by the beauty of architecture including the massive mansion standing before him. Its walls were designed with ancient symbols and strange markings. Despite its extravagant design, Kian was well-acquainted with the opulent lifestyle of Colossia city, where most houses had similar elegance. The Luther's mansion was twice the size of Mr Kian's mansion and so he wasn't surprised to see that Colossia city was just as it looked like in the magazines. As he approached the entrance of the mansion, he couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity with the luxury that surrounded him. Ansel headed into the living room, the guards leading the way. They arrived in a beautifully decorated living room with fine paintings on the wall. The guard
"My grandfather is clearly in need of water. What the hell are you talking about? Let go of my hand!" Thora said with gritted teeth, her eyes flashing with anger. She yanked her hand away and ran to get a glass of water. Soon she returned, ignoring Ansel's gaze as she handed her grandfather the glass of water. "It's...it's okay Thora, I think I inhaled my tobacco too deeply. I'm fine, you both should get back to your seats. Don't worry about me." After drinking the water, his vision returned back to normal and he found his voice again. Thora stared daggers at Ansel, with a look that said- I told you so. Meanwhile, Ansel was lost in thoughts , he couldn't take his eyes off Mr Kian. If he couldn't see it clearly before then he could see it now. Grandfather Kian's health was deteriorating rapidly and if they didn't do a thing about it now then it could lead to something serious. Reluctantly, Ansel walked back to take a seat, his mind racing with all possibilities. "I'm glad you
The day of the wedding celebration arrived and Ansel was seen walking into the hall.Gasps and whispers filled the room as they noticed no one other than Ansel.Many wondered what he was doing at his ex-wife's wedding.Shouldn't he be finding himself a job or getting something to do with his life?Clara and Kelvin were the most surprised, they stared at him as if- given the chance to shoot him then they would."What is this dimwit doing on the day I ought to be happy?" Clara said with gritted teeth while plastering a fake smile on her face.To the public, she appeared like she didn't even notice he was around, but the truth was that her blood boiled with anger as she saw him take a seat in the corner."He must have come to beg us. Take a look at him, what else could he be here for?" Kelvin said as a matter of fact.It was time to walk to the altar and so Kelvin held Clara's hand in his, squeezing it gently with affection.They walked slowly and everyone envied their love, thinking tha
As the audience erupted in thunderous applause, Clara allowed a smirk of triumph to spread across her features. The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, a self-satisfied smirk gracing her features. Clara took a step forward, her mischievous grin widening as her gaze fell upon Ansel. She leaned in, bringing her face inches from Kelvin’s. With a sly wink, she turned her focus back to Ansel, a wicked glint in her eyes as she watched him clap along with the rest of the audience. After successfully talking down on him and making him take the blame, she had expected him to hide his head in shame, but surprisingly, he wasn't doing that.Her lips curved downward a little as she saw him wink back at her, his eyes flashing with mischief.Clara wasn't expecting him to be this calm after all she had said. No matter what she did, her ex-husband didn't seem to give her the satisfaction that she wanted."Ahem" Clara heard Ansel clear his throat, his hands up in the air, as if trying to calm t
Ansel's grin was more of a smirk, his hazel eyes glistening with mischief. His voice had a husky quality as he offered up the gift box, his words challenging. "This is my little gift to you," he said, chuckling. "Open it, if you think you can handle it." His jaw was set, the muscles of his arm tense as he held the box steady.Clara gave him a suspicious look, she was a little reluctant at first but she soon accepted it, thinking to herself that he must be playing some kind of games with them.Her hands skillfully unlocked the little box and a little red button came into view.Clara’s grip on the gift box relaxed, releasing a breath that she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding. Her chest rose and fell with the slow, steady rhythm of her breathing. She turned to Ansel with a mix of dissatisfaction and disgust showing on her face."I always knew you had no usefulness." Clara was about to throw the red button on the ground when she felt him hold her wrist with a tight grip.Kelvin,
"Who are these men?""I think they are the police ""What is the problem again?"The guest whispered amongst themselves, eyeing the men as they walked past.It took them only a split second to realize who the leader was—none other than Captain Samuel Graham. Their facial expressions mixed with shock and surprise as their eyes widened with recognition. Graham’s presence was totally unexpected. It was an unanticipated development that left them uncertain of what was to come.Captain Samuel Graham was known for his discretion and his judicious use of his authority, only making appearances when the situation warranted it. Kelvin's face lit up as he saw the officers, thinking that one of the guests must have reported Ansel to the police.He knew who Samuel Graham was, who wouldn't know him?Samuel was very popular and even a child would recognize him at first glance.Kelvin knew that it was time to teach Ansel a lesson. He patted Clara on her shoulder and then walked to meet the officers
"Father-in-law Luther," the older man’s voice cracked. He stood a few feet away with his shoulders slouched, looking smaller than anyone had ever seen him. "I wish... I wish I could bring her back, I really do. But I can’t. I know that now. It's all my fault and i apologize for my past mistakes." His eyes darted from grandfather Luther to Ansel. "Please, just let me prove I’m sorry. I want to be part of this family again. We need to live together as one. I want to be with my children again."The memories came flooding back for him. He remembered the day he had pushed his family out, standing there with his new wife and acting like he had won. He had believed he had everything under control, that with Ansel’s mother’s wealth, he could live a life of luxury. It was only now that he realized how much he had truly lost.If he had been patient enough, he would have gotten to find out that grandfather was a rich man. Even the car behind grandfather cost almost a hundred million dollars.M
Ansel stepped out of the courthouse, the cool breeze of early morning ruffling his hair. The property that rightfully belonged to his mother was finally his again.He could still hear the judge’s voice echoing in his head in a calm but authoritative tone, “The court rules in favor of Ansel Luther, granting him full ownership of the property.”His lawyer had done exactly what Ansel had hired him for. No surprises there. With a lawyer of his caliber, victories like this were highly expected.But the image that stuck with Ansel the most was his stepmother’s face as the verdict was announced. She had fought hard to keep what didn’t belong to her, using every underhanded trick in the book, but now it was over.Another thing that was satisfying, though, was watching his father and stepmother's faces as reality hit them.As Ansel approached the garage, a sly grin tugged at the corner of his lips. He could still see the look of shock and outrage on his father’s face, too. His father's su
The morning sun passed through the tall windows of the courthouse, casting long shadows across the polished floor.Ansel stepped through the door, his polished shoes clicking softly as he walked down the aisle toward the front of the courtroom. He had chosen his outfit carefully, a tailored suit, crisp white shirt, and a dark tie that made him look every bit the man he had grown to become.As soon as he entered, heads turned, including those of his father and stepmother, who were seated across the room.His stepmother's brows furrowed when she saw him, her lips pursing in disapproval. Ansel didn’t acknowledge them. Instead, he walked toward the plaintiff’s seat with a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. The kind of smirk that said he had been waiting for this moment. His father, seated a few rows behind the defense table, leaned over to whisper something to his wife. He noticed how his stepmother hissed under her breath, clearly displeased.‘They think I spent my last
In front of the bar, two bulky bodyguards stood with arms crossed, their eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of trouble. The KKK(Kool kat Klub) Bar had a reputation, and they were there to make sure the wrong kind of people didn’t get in without paying for access.Ansel walked up to the door, handed one of the guards a few bills, and received a curt nod in return. They stepped aside, letting him through without a word. He pushed open the heavy door and stepped inside.The place was exactly as it was rumoured to be. The lights were dim, casting a reddish glow over the room.Music pumped through the speakers, loud enough to make his chest vibrate. Girls in skimpy outfits danced on platforms, their movements drawing the attention of the men partying below with drinks in hand and their laughter filling the air.Ansel wasn’t here for the party. He was here for Kael.He scanned the room, his eyes moving quickly from face to face. Kael had a habit of showing up in his bar.Ansel came pre
The group of men rounded the corner, dragging a bulky, heavy-looking bag between them.Ansel’s instincts kicked in the moment he caught sight of them. The stench of powder still lingered in the air from earlier, and it wasn’t hard to piece it all together. This wasn’t cleaning equipment…it was something far more sinister.The men faltered when they saw him and the guy he’d pinned just moments ago, still on his knees and visibly rattled. Their steps slowed, unsure of what they’d just walked into.Ansel loosened his grip on the man he was holding and pushed him aside, stepping forward toward the group. His eyes flicked to the bag they were carrying.“What’s in the bag?” His voice was steady, calm, but his gaze locked onto their faces, looking for any hint of a lie.The man on the floor stammered again, “It’s… it’s just cleaning stuff, I swear.”Ansel sneered, his patience wearing thin. He wasn’t in the mood for more nonsense. He moved closer, his presence alone enough to make them twitc
★★★On their way back, they passed by the MPK building, its towering structure silhouetted against the darkening sky.The government rewards were secured in his bag. Most notably, the key to the advanced medical equipment he had been given. Ansel leaned back in the car seat, his eyes distant as he recalled his stepmother’s chilling words about his sister.He clenched his fists. But now wasn’t the time to dwell on it. There were more pressing matters at hand.“Anthony,” Ansel said, his voice breaking the silence, “Take me to Grove Street. I need to check on something at the warehouse.”Anthony glanced at him through the rearview mirror. “Are you sure? It’s pretty late.”Ansel nodded, his gaze still fixed out the window. “I won’t be long. Just need to make sure everything’s in place.”It was already late at night, and the streets were quiet. The city’s usual noise had died down, and the dim street lights cast long shadows on the empty roads. They made their way through the dark streets
Ansel’s father’s mocking words echoed in his mind, pulling him into old wounds, but the sharp sound of heels hitting the cold marble floor snapped him out of it. He didn’t need to look up to know who was approaching—his stepmother’s presence was always announced by the clinking of her flashy jewelry.She strode into the room with her head held high, diamonds glinting at her neck, wrists, and ears. Ansel didn’t move. His face hardened as she came closer.“Well, well,” she said with a voice laced with false sweetness. “Look who’s back. Here to ask for money again, Ansel?”Ansel slowly looked her over, a cold sneer twisting his lips. His eyes locked on the woman who had torn his family apart so many years ago, the woman who had driven a wedge between his parents, ultimately destroying the family. He felt that familiar surge of anger rising, but he kept his voice level.“Keep. My. Name. Out. Of. Your. Mouth,” he said sharply, his words cutting through the air.His stepmother didn’t flinch
Ansel checked the time on his watch. Two hours until the office closed, and the medical department was peaceful. No patients needed attention.At the end of the street, Anthony waited in the car. Ansel's expression was tight, and Anthony noticed that the young master didn't seem to be in a good mood today.He climbed into the car, shutting the door a bit harder than necessary."Is everything alright, Young master Ansel?" Anthony asked, glancing at Ansel in the rearview mirror.Ansel shook his head. The message from his assistant was still flashing before his eyes. His father, who had abandoned him and his mother years ago, was planning to sell her company. The same company he had taken from her before she passed away.Ansel could hardly believe that his father would dare to do that.But what was he expecting from a man who resulted in dirty tricks to get what he wanted?Anger boiled in Ansel's chest. He suddenly remembered his mother's tears, her desperation as his father's underhande
“Divorce?” Thora’s voice dripped with disbelief. “Who do you think you are, telling me what to do?”Claire’s nostrils flared as anger surged through her, and in a swift motion, she grabbed the glass cup sitting on the table and slammed it down. The glass shattered against the floor with a loud crash, shards scattering everywhere. It wasn’t until she heard the satisfying sound of the glass breaking that her anger felt even remotely manageable. She turned back toward Ansel, a sneer on her face, and then shifted her glare toward Thora.“I’m not blind. I can see clearly that he’s nothing but a stain on our family!” Claire spat out."Our family?" Thora corrected calmly.The sight of the broken shards of glass scattered on the floor infuriated her but she managed to maintain her cool."You can leave my office now, Claire. I have important matters to attend to."Claire felt like she had just heard the most insulting words of her life.She stammered as she tried to come up with a reply."Are