From Scorn to Sparkling; The son-in-law's Redemption.

CHAPTER EIGHT: First shockwave

Outside the hotel, it was time for pictures, and Fiona clung tightly to Lucas, her body so close that it seemed as if she was glued to him.

Romsey, at the other end, never joined in the pictures. He stood with Brian, a secluded member of the family.

"What do you do for work, Brian?" he asked.

"I'm not working yet, sir. Is it true that the card really worked, or would you work here to cover up for it, as Mr. Lucas said?" Brian asked curiously, his eyes fixed on Romsey's face.

The conversation went on for some minutes.

"You can't imagine the idiot was saved today," Fiona reported loudly, shocking Romsey. The Ralph family had made enough jest and mockery of Romsey, enough to make him lose hope on living.

Mr. Alexia was sitting at the edge of the hotel's Pinnacle when a fleet of seven expensive and luxurious cars drove into the hotel. A convoy of seven supercars, which included a Rolls Royce Phantom, the latest version, a Lamborghini Aventador, and a Golden Bugatti Chiron, all exotic vehicles whose V8 engines announced the arrival of their distinguished owners.

Fiona and Ralph turned, their faces filled with admiration for the sleek and exotic cars shining through. The Rolls Royce Phantom gleamed in the sunlight, its polished exterior reflecting the opulence within. The Lamborghini Aventador roared as it came to a stop, its angular lines and aggressive stance commanding attention. And the Golden Bugatti Chiron, a rare sight, shimmered like a jewel, its gilded bodywork a testament to luxury and wealth.

A guard rushed to open the door, and Eleanor, a slim and curvy young lady, stepped out of the car. Her shoes were a costly gift from her Trillionaire father, Baron Spears. She walked majestically towards Romsey, her designer dress flowing elegantly around her.

Before this, Robson had picked up Romsey's handkerchief from another hotel room for a DNA test, which proved him to be Baron Spear's true son.

The surprise in Lucas' eyes was unmistakable when he saw the fleet of expensive cars that greeted Romsey. No one needed to tell him that his company-given AMG was far outdated compared to the cars he saw.

Robson escorted Fiona with a fleet of other guards.

"Can the peasants here excuse us?" Eleanor asked the manager, who walked out to greet her.

Lucas laughed immediately, turning to Romsey's direction. "Everyone would always confirm that the idiot is a loser," he said loudly.

A guard walked towards him. "What did you say again, Mr.?" he asked sternly.

"I meant the peasant sitting right there," Lucas said, pointing at Romsey. He didn't turn back when a hard spank met his cheek, so hot that it resounded through the hotel like a thunderclap.

The shock hit Fiona in the face; she couldn't believe her eyes. She shifted back. "How dare you raise your filthy hands on my husband?" she barked.

The Ralph family couldn't believe the turn of events. Mr. Ralph drifted backward.

"Young master, it's time for you to go home," Eleanor's little voice sounded, as she bent her knees to greet Romsey.

Brian was delighted, though surprised. He had believed that Romsey could be better than they thought. He ran to greet Romsey, but a huge guard threw him off.

"Step back, young man, and don't move an inch towards him again," the guard said, cocking his gun and pointing it at Brian.

Brian stood lifeless, he couldn't believe his eyes, at his very presence, Romsey steps into the fleet of cars, but when the car is about to zoom off, he winds down the window glass.

Come get it, Romsey said smiling as he points his contact to Brian as they zoom off, a beautiful scene to behold.

*****

Back at home, Brian couldn't believe what he had seen, his eyes blinking as though he was in a trance.

"Dad, I told you that there was more to Romsey than they expected, I have always known". he said fixing his eyes on his Dad who was leaning on a rafia chair close to the room.

The single room sprawled out before them, an almost bare apartment, laxity slapping them directly on the face.

" My son, what did he hand to you before they drove off?" Mr. Alex asked Brian curiously.

" A card with number written on it, Dad" Brian responded flipping the card in his fingers, he inserts it immediately into his pocket and gets up to walk out of the room. his bare feet making a sound on the cold floor.

"Where are you heading?, why not drop the card on the table so you don't miss it?" Mr. Alex immediately asked, looking stern at his son.

"I'll go everywhere with it, Dad" he smiled while jumping outside.

Outside Mr. Alexandria's apartment was a playground for children, the fine natural arena providing ambience and serenity for lovebirds.

A man is seen holding on to a woman close to the green mango tree, while another is seen from a distance, a lady's head leaning on his legs.

Opposite the compound, several young boys are playing football, Brian joins them.

"Hey, pass it here, I'm in".

"Get out and form your team man" another guy replied, his face looking sullen.

"You can't always try to control the game at all times, guy" Brian replied him hastily as they begin to push each other, before Brian could say another word, a punch lands on his lips.

" F*CK off man, never you dare try me next time" the rest of the players gathered around them, cheering and jeering them.

Brian folds his fist again, his face frowned to show the level of pain inherent.

"Who do you think you are man?"

He runs towards the taller guy and hits him right on his stomach.

The group cheered Brian even more, he shakes his head, feeling victorious, turning to walk away, but then the taller boy springs up from the ground and immediately grabs him from behind, throwing him to the floor instantly.

Brian lays on the ground lifelessly, his body unable to move. The card in his pocket falls out, another guy from the group walks towards it and picks it up, trying to read the contents.