I knocked on my wife’s door, waiting for her to give me permission to come in. But I didn’t hear her voice.
I know, husbands and wives are meant to share a room and a bed, but that isn’t the case for Nora and me. We’ve been married for four years, but this is where our marriage has ended up. Four years ago, everything was different. I can vividly remember the last day of college when Nora approached me, confessing her feelings for me, which left me stunned because she was a wealthy girl from an opulent background. Compared to me, I was just a penniless orphan with nothing to offer her. As our relationship grew, her family began to despise me for being poor and lacking prospects. Initially, Nora stood by me, but the pressure on her became unbearable. And Eventually, she broke down. Things began to take a turn as every day became a reminder of how useless and worthless I was to her. I still didn’t give up. I tried countless businesses, determined to prove I could be a better man, because i loved her, But as time passed, Nora grew distant. Now, four years later, I find myself standing outside her door, feeling more like a roommate than a husband. “Come in!” she yelled, her tone sharp, cutting through my thoughts. I hesitated before stepping inside. The room was filled with the scent of makeup—lipsticks, powders, and perfumes scattered across the table. Nora sat in front of the mirror, applying a bold red lipstick, her gaze focused on the reflection. “You need to get ready,” she said, not bothering to look at me. “In an hour, a driver will come pick us up.” “Why?” I asked. She rolled her eyes, exasperated. “Really? You forgot about Grandma’s eightieth birthday?” “I’m sorry,” I mumbled. Work had been overwhelming, and I barely remembered anything. But my heart sank at the thought of going. I didn't want to face her family, who treated me as an affront to their status. All I would receive were insults and reminders of my worthlessness. Nora turned to face me, her eyes narrowing. " I got you clothes, I dont want you looking broke and worn out" I frowned unsure if I should take it an insult.... But i kept my cool. --- As the car pulled up in front of the grand estate, I glanced up at the enormous mansion, a looming testament to wealth. Laughter and music spilled from inside the mansion, the air filled with the scent of expensive perfume and gourmet food. Nora stepped out first, radiating confidence. I followed, trying to match her energy, but the moment we entered, the atmosphere shifted because all eyes were now on me, gazing at me with hate and disgust. “Look who decided to grace us with his presence,” Nora’s mother, Mrs. Thompson, sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. “Mr. Ethan, the penniless orphan who thinks he’s a man. How quaint.” She spoke as laughter erupted from the crowd. “Honestly, Nora,” Nora's Aunt Rebecca chimed in, her tone sharp. “You could have done so much better than this… this fool.” She glanced at me, clearly irritated by my presence. “You’re wasting your life on a man who can’t provide a penny for you? Ugh, the thought of it makes me furious,” she spoke shaking her head before walking away. I could see some nearby guest whispering to themselves, their eyes darting toward me, eying me from head to toe as if I were covered in dirt. Nora’s cousin, Adrian, stepped forward, smirking. “No, let me ask him,” he said, glancing around the crowd before turning to face me. “What’s the plan, huh? Are you going to charm us into investing in your failed businesses? Or is this just another scheme to get your hands on Nora’s inheritance?” I clenched my fists, trying to suppress my reaction because each word felt like a punch to the gut. “Gold digger!” someone shouted from the back, and the crowd erupted in laughter again. “You really think you belong here? You're nothing but a bastard!” I stood frozen, humiliation flooding my veins. “Why don’t you just admit it? You’re too proud to accept that you’re a nobody,” Adrian taunted, leaning closer. “You think you can fool us into believing you’ll be successful? Newsflash: you’re just wasting our time.” As the laughter swelled, my heart felt like it was shattering. I glanced at Nora; her face was a mix of frustration and embarrassment, but she remained silent. It wasn't like she was on my side either. I took a deep breath, trying to swallow the humiliation, but I could no longer bear it. Without another second wasted, I turned on my heel to walk away, but I felt a hard grip on my shoulder. With rage boiling through my veins, I slowly turned back, fists clenched at my sides. "Where the hell do you think you're going, loser? Do you think we’re done with you?" Adrian laughed, looking away from me, back to the crowd, who stood watching, amused. "We might as well have some fun with him, right?" he said, and the crowd laughed mockingly. No! No! No! I couldn't take it anymore. Just before Adrian turned back to me, I threw a hard punch to his face, sending him crashing to the ground. As he fell, silence enveloped the room. The laughter faded, replaced by shocked gasps and wide eyes. Mrs. Thompson’s face turned red, her eyes blazing with fury. “How dare you!” she growled.Related Chapters
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“Josh?” I stuttered, confusion washing over me. “What are you doing here?” Marcus stepped back, allowing Josh to stand in front of me. He smelled different, like money mint mixed with an expensive cologne. “Josh is your partner for this training,” Marcus explained. “He’s been assigned to guard you until you’re ready to take over your father’s mission.” My heart raced. “Guard me? Why didn’t he tell me?” “Because he has to keep his cover,” Marcus replied, his tone firm. “Josh isn’t just your friend; he’s been playing a role to stay close to you. The truth is, he’s a trillionaire.” I felt dumbfounded—dumbstruck—bewildered. “What? Josh? A trillionaire? No way. He’s been driving an Uber for the past four years,” I said, turning to glance at Josh again. No, this can’t be true. “Exactly,” Marcus said, leaning closer. “He’s been pretending to be average to protect you. His mission is to ensure your safety and prepare you for what’s ahead.” I scoffed, running my hand through my hai
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“Ethan, wake up,” Marcus said, shaking my shoulder firmly. I groaned and squinted at the clock on my bedside table, it was 5:00 AM, I looked up at him, my brows furrowed. “Seriously? It’s way too early for this!” I rolled over, pulling the covers tighter around me. There was no way I was getting up this early after being beaten up badly by Josh yesterday. I could still feel the pain throbbing in the areas I was hit, And what I needed right now was sleep. Lots of sleep. Marcus remained undeterred, standing beside my bed with arms crossed. “I woke you up at five because tomorrow you’ll be getting up at four. It’s your first day of a new routine.” “Four AM? Are you kidding me?” I rubbed my eyes, feeling sleepy as hell. Marcus leaned forward slightly, his expression serious. “Let me tell you this; Billionaires wake up early to maximize their productivity. They use that quiet time to plan their day, exercise, and focus without distractions. It’s a mindset shift. You’re a qua
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As Adrian stormed out, Mr. Felix turned to me, his facail expression said it all; regret etched across his face. “Ethan, please, I—I'm so sorry for everything that’s happened. If only I knew who you truly were. I—I....," I waved him off, dismissing his words. “Save it, Mr. Felix. It doesn’t change anything now. Just sign the papers so we can move on.” I said, my voice firm. After he was done signing the documents, Marcus took them and carefully placed them in his suitcase. Marcus and I turned to leave, when I heard Mr. Felix call out to me, “Ethan, please wait!” We both stopped, frowning back at him. “But how?” He started. “How are you the son of Mr. Carnegie, the most powerful and feared man in the state, and you chose to be poor for all those years? Why?” I paused, a smirk escaping my lips. “Well let’s say the universe chose to play it that way, just so people like you would be exposed.” I said, nodding my head and with that, I walked out the door, Marcus following close be
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“Josh?” I stuttered, confusion washing over me. “What are you doing here?” Marcus stepped back, allowing Josh to stand in front of me. He smelled different, like money mint mixed with an expensive cologne. “Josh is your partner for this training,” Marcus explained. “He’s been assigned to guard you until you’re ready to take over your father’s mission.” My heart raced. “Guard me? Why didn’t he tell me?” “Because he has to keep his cover,” Marcus replied, his tone firm. “Josh isn’t just your friend; he’s been playing a role to stay close to you. The truth is, he’s a trillionaire.” I felt dumbfounded—dumbstruck—bewildered. “What? Josh? A trillionaire? No way. He’s been driving an Uber for the past four years,” I said, turning to glance at Josh again. No, this can’t be true. “Exactly,” Marcus said, leaning closer. “He’s been pretending to be average to protect you. His mission is to ensure your safety and prepare you for what’s ahead.” I scoffed, running my hand through my hai
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“Good day, Mr. Ethan. It’s nice to see you.” The man smiled warmly, but shock coursed through me. How did he know my name? I swear I have never seen this people in my life.( scuffs) This had to be a prank. Maybe the Thompsons were pulling some ridiculous stunt on me. But, looking at these men, with their polished suits and commanding presence, it felt like a stretch. They looked like they belonged to a world far beyond the reach of the Thompsons—like they were these secret detectives straight out of a movie. “How do you know my name? And why am I here?” I questioned, my brow furrowing in confusion. The man didn’t respond immediately; he just maintained that unnerving smile as he handed me the files he held. I took them, my frown deepening. What was going on? As I flipped through the pages, wondering what I was supposed to do with the files, my heart dropped when I saw a picture tucked inside. It was a photo of a man who looked strikingly like me, only a bit older. Beside him s