Chris Bolton's Unexpected Rise To Wealth And Fame

CHAPTER 2

Chris Bolton could not believe his eyes. What the hell was going on? Who the hell was that man and what had given him the boldness to kiss Mabel Sanders?

"I think you're making a huge mistake!" Chris blurted out. "A mistake that would cost your freedom for the rest of your life! That woman is Mabel Sanders, my wife and the daughter of billionaire business tycoon, Marcus Sanders."

The blonde man planted a kiss on Mabel's neck and chuckled lightly.

"I thought you said he was a boring little peasant," He muttered in her ears. "This man right here has the right charisma to be a stand-up comedian!"

Mabel laughed to his joke and started moaning again as he resumed kissing her neck.

"Arthur..." She moaned. "Right there."

The name registered in Chris' memory immediately - Arthur. He was definitely going to find out who the bastard was and how he had turned his darling Mabel against him.

"Hope he's still watching?" Arthur grunted as he began to undress Mabel fully.

"Yes sir," the burly men replied.

Chris watched with tears rolling down his eyes as Arthur made out with his wife in his presence. The silky smooth skin he had been dying to touch all his life was being touched by another man in his presence and there was nothing he could do about it. He shut his eyes tight in a bid to end the torture for himself, but almost immediately, the two men punched him so hard that he lost his breath for a few seconds.

"Watch!" They commanded.

Chris had no option but to watch, over the next ten minutes as Mabel continued to moan to Arthur's strokes, and when they were done, they lay on the bed together, famished.

"Why?" Chris asked, hot tears rolling down his eyes. "Why did you do this, Mabel?"

"Oh quit bawling like a little child," Mabel grunted and sat up. "Did you really think that I was going to respect my father's wish and get married to a worthless pauper like you?"

Chris felt his heart shatter into a million pieces at her words, as he remembered that the very foundation of their marriage was her father's wish. That meant she never really loved him. The last three years of his life had been a lie.

"So you never loved me, Mabel?" Chris asked in a low whisper.

"Not even a little bit," Mabel replied and laughed heartily. "But father would never stop ranting about how you are the perfect match for me. How the fuck is a peasant the perfect match for me? Tell me, Chris. What is the most valuable possession you have?"

Chris remained dumbfounded as Mabel continued to berate him.

"Probably those pair of trousers that look like what all the Bolton men wore and handed down to their successor."

Arthur chuckled lightly and Mabel continued.

"Or those worn out pair of shoes that you've been keeping together with some glue? Do you even have up to a hundred dollars in your bank account?"

Chris felt shattered. His world was crashing down before his very eyes and it seemed like he could do nothing about it.

"I - I - I'm saving," Chris stammered.

"Save yourself first," Mabel ranted on. "You look like you'd die of hunger any minute."

"That's enough, love," Arthur said with a smile. 

"He's so dumb," Mabel replied with a frown. "How could he actually think I loved him all these years?"

"I know, love," Arthur nodded. "But we can't waste our time on him. Let's get the documents signed and leave."

Chris was still in his state of shock, but now, they were talking about a document. What document?

"Look here, Chris," Arthur started, his sea green eyes fixed on Chris. "You two are not in the same class and can never be."

He produced a paper from a desk and raised it up so that Chris could see.

"This is the divorce agreement," He said. "Sign it and everything would be over between you two. I could give you a job as a junior secretary at my firm with a very good pay and you would make something tangible for yourself. What do you think?"

Arthur grinned like he had just presented Chris with the best offer in the world.

"Let go of him," Arthur ordered the guards.

They released him at once, shoving him forward and he fell on his knees in front of Arthur. Chris motioned for Arthur to give him the papers and as soon as it was handed over to him, he ripped it in shreds. 

"Over my dead body!" Chris cried. "I love her and I would not give up so easily."

Arthur remained unfazed at Chris' reaction and he stood to his feet.

"I suspected you'd do that," Arthur said, a sigh escaping his lips. 

He turned to one of the guards. "Shoot."

The guard slid a gun out of his pocket, aimed it at Chris' left leg and shot. The next second, the sound of Chris' scream reverberated through Lux.

"I own the damn hotel incase you don't know," Arthur snarled through gritted teeth. "And if you die here today, no one would even bother to search for your remains. You have no family, no friends and no lover in this city. Think about your decision well."

Arthur handed a second paper over to Chris who was still sobbing and after a while, he signed it.

"Good boy," Arthur smiled. "Now we're friends."

"You can leave now," Mabel said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "We're done for good. Never call my line again."

All the while, Chris remained rooted to the floor. He was still sobbing uncontrollably and blood was flowing freely from where the guard had shot him in his leg.

He looked up at Mabel with tear filled eyes.

"Why did you bring me here?" He asked amidst sobs. "Why did you lie to me that we were celebrating?"

"We are celebrating," Mabel replied and chuckled. "Not just the way you want it to be, and you can't blame me for that. It's all my dad's fault! He promised that if I could remain with you for three whole years, he would sign the final document transferring GLAM to me fully. He probably thought I'd fall in love with you in three years and make it permanent."

"So - so - so you planned this all along?" Chris stammered.

"Yes of course!" Mabel grunted. "Do you know the torture you put me through? Waking up to see you every morning of my life for the past three years traumatized me! I had to see a second therapist, Chris."

"No," Chris shook his head. "This can't be true."

"Here," Arthur handed some money to the men. "Take him to a hospital and make sure his wounds are well taken care of."

And turning to face Chris, he added: "If you are still interested in the job offer, I hope to see you at the head office of NEXON CORPORATIONS by Monday. As for now, get out of my sight."

With that, the guards hunched him up to his feet and dragged him across the floor and out of the room.

"Let go of me, you bastards!" Chris screamed. "Let go of me and I would show you what I can do."

Outside the room, the Sandlers were still gathered around. The grins on their faces were even wider this time.

"You bastard!" Chris screamed and tried to reach for Diego.

"Told you to chill," Diego laughed. "Knew you'd get the tears you wanted in there."

"I hate you!" Chris cried, tears rolling down his eyes. "I swear, I would make you all pay for this."

"Maybe you should pay for your dinner first," Bruno chuckled.

"He's too broke to pay for anything," Elaine chipped on. "Curses on you for thinking you could have my daughter. Get him out of here, guards!"

The guards hunched him up again and marched down the corridor. 

The tears streamed down Chris' eyes as he felt his leg steadily become numb.

But the only thing on his mind was how he was going to get his revenge on the Sandlers. He didn't know how exactly, but he knew that he was going to make them pay.