She hurried to her feet, terror on her face as she looked around for her clothing.
“Dexter! Dexter, please stop!” She shouted as she pulled on a shirt, too scared to go near him as he pummeled Ryan who was still screaming and struggling like a woman.
She ran out into the hall,
“Help!” She screamed at the top of her lungs. “Mum! Dad!” She cried, wringing her hands as she continued begging a furious Dexter to stop.
Her parents rushed in like a storm with three heavy-set guards seconds later.
The guards rushed into the room and it took all three of them to pull Dexter off a severely bleeding Ryan.
“Beat him up!” Sandy's father bellowed.
Ryan slid to the floor unconscious as the guards dragged Dexter and began beating him mercilessly.
Dexter felt a hot slap from above as he lay on the floor, four guards towering over him and itching to continue beating the living daylight out of him.
Sandy's mother bent down and slapped him again,
“You run down, worthless fool!” She accused, “How dare you lay a hand on our daughter and her guest!” She kicked his stomach and Dexter gasped, doubling over.
“You call yourself a man yet all you can do is behave like an animal. A worthless animal!” Sandy's father pitched in and spat on him.
Sandy ran over to Ryan's side.
She patted his face gently and cooed to him, fear in her voice.
“Ry… honey, please wake up.”
“Sandy, you have no right.” Dexter groaned as he heard her.
One of the guards punched him as he said that.
Ryan blinked back to consciousness, groaning as he looked up into Sandy's face.
“Oh thank God!” Sandy exclaimed.
“Get a pack of ice in here!” Her mother shouted to a maid who had arrived outside the door a few seconds ago.
“Sandy… today… Today is our anniversary for crying out loud. What could I have done to deserve this?” Dexter mumbled as he sat up, moving away from the guards.
“Oh shut up!” Sandy snapped, “Will you fucking shut up!” She screamed, slapping her bare thighs. “What have you been to me since we got married? Every day wherever I go I'm taunted and sneered at because I have a delivery boy for a husband! You unashamedly parade yourself around, living off my family like a leech! I can never present anything worthwhile to my friends and say my husband got me this! I can't proudly introduce you to anyone as my husband and you're so comfortable in your situation, it makes my skin crawl!”
Dexter blinked, moisture filling up his eyes.
This is what Sandy thought of him?
“I've… I've been trying Sandy. You don't know how hard… I've really tried. I – I even got you a gown from the Jóse collection to celebrate this year's anniversary.”
The maid came back with an ice pack and hurried to give it to Sandy.
She glared at Dexter as she placed the ice pack gently on Ryan's face. He put his fingers over her hand and shut his eyes.
“What exactly is there to celebrate you fool? Three years of humiliation?” She spat, “And what is one measly gown going to do? Is it going to make you worthy of me overnight? So because of one stupid gown, I should suddenly be okay with the fact that my husband is a penniless idiot?”
Dexter blinked, dumbfounded.
“This is… what you think of me?” He felt as though he'd just been doused with a bucket of dirty water. He felt so humiliated.
Sandy's parents snorted and snickered. The maid and guards cleared their throats subtly.
“Urgh!” Sandy exclaimed and bolted out of the room.
Ryan moaned, opening his eyes and looking around.
“What do you have to say for yourself now?” Sandy's mother sneered in Dexter's face, her breath smelling of garlic powder.
Dexter's eyes widened and he moved back, coughing.
The woman gasped,
“Oh my God! What a petty pauper! Are you trying to insinuate that my breath stinks?”
She landed another slap on his face. The slap landed on Dexter's eye which was already badly bruised and he yelped out in agony.
The woman gestured for the guards to beat him up and they complied, raining blows on his entire body. Dexter groaned and grunted in agony as Ryan barked out laughter weakly.
Sandy rushed back into the room at that moment and hurried to his side, the guards stopped beating him and moved back to allow her to speak to him.
She dumped a big brown envelope on his chest and gestured angrily for him to open it.
Dexter coughed and struggled to sit up. He opened the envelope and pulled out the contents. Written in block letters on the top of the first page was DIVORCE.
Dexter's heart dropped to his feet,“S– Sandy?” He queried, not looking further than that at the contents.“I don't want to hear anything from you. Marrying you was a mistake I intend to remedy. Now sign these papers and leave my life forever.” She spat.“S– sandy –”Her father interrupted him with a punch.“I don't want to hear a word from you, you bastard! You heard what she said, sign the damn papers!”“P– please – Sandy please,” Dexter begged, a tear rolling down his eye without his permission.“You're not worthy of our daughter you scrap! Heck! You're not even worthy of breathing the same air as her!” Sandy's mother shouted into his face.Sandy didn't even act like she cared, she spat at his feet and ran back to her lover's side. She caressed him, putting his head on her voluptuous breasts and taking the ice pack from him to cool his head herself.“You'd better start signing now before you get the beating of your life!”Her father thundered.“Raphael, please, I have nowhere to g–
“Are you ready to confess or do we still need to take this interrogation session further?” The tall man with a scar on his face who'd become Dexter's kinsman of pain, asked as he forced his fist onto Dexter’s already bleeding face.Dexter groaned and spat blood.“You – you've been asking me that –” he coughed and spat more blood as his head lolled forward. “– that question f– for the past th– three days. And j– just like before… I don’t know what you are talking about!” Dexter yelled the last sentence with all the strength he could pull out of his already mutilated body. He felt pain. And anger at the fact that he was going through so much pain for something he knew nothing of.Sergeant Deem stood and stared at Dexter, his teeth bared as he tried to dissect the situation. Finally, he spoke up.“Fine.” He turned around and picked up a damp towel from the table, wiping his bloody fists. “You leave me no choice.”He rushed hastily out of the room, frustration carved in the hunch of his s
Everything still seemed to be in a blur.Dexter couldn’t comprehend what had just happened; all he could process at that moment was the unexpected journey that he and the police chief had set on immediately after he'd been discharged from the hospital he was rushed to.His wounds had been treated and he'd eaten a decent meal for the first time in days. He was so confused he was on high alert. What could be going on? Was this going to be another form of torture? Were they fattening him up for the slaughter?“Young Master Dexter, do you need anything, and are you in any pain?” The Chief asked, turning away from the steering wheel for a second.“There will be a doctor on ground immediately we arrive and you will be tended to more closely.” The Chief added.Dexter was still trying to adjust to the situation before him so it wasn't out of disrespect that he turned his face away to the window.“Where are we headed, sir Chief?” He asked cautiously.“Call me Chief or better still Steve.” The
“Dexter it's such a shame that I couldn’t be there to welcome you myself but life has always been so fair to me I don’t mind it playing a smart one on me and making me absent at this time. But enough about me. I’m sure everything still seems very confusing. Especially your identity.”The man cleared his throat.“You are Dexter Richmond the child of my first son Fletcher Richmond Jnr. I’m sure you are confused as to why you never met me or knew anything of this life before. It is because your mother chose to raise you out of the family.“Your father, my late son died from a tragic helicopter accident a year after you were born and your mother who had never been a fan of the problems that came with being a member of such a widely known family, more or less blamed the family for his death. She decided to take you far away from us to live out there with the rest of the world where you would be safe.“I didn’t rest, I sent out a search party to find her. We then came to an agreement. I did
“Now wouldn't it be something if we could be invited to such an occasion?” Priscilla gushed as she and her family prepared to watch the televised event of Fletcher Richmond Snr's burial. It was a must-watch for everyone who knew a thing or two about influence and affluence. “You do realize it's the burial of a person right?” Raphael chuckled, sitting beside his wife. “Oh, whatever! The man lived to a ripe old age and enjoyed his life to the fullest! It's basically a send-off party in my opinion!” Sandy and her new boyfriend Ryan laughed with her parents as they settled into a chair together, a bowl of popcorn between them. “But you're right mum, the kind of connections one would make at such an event –” Sandy shook her head for emphasis, “– Too good!” Raphael chuckled nervously, “But you've got me now babe. I'm sure I have all the connections you could need.” Sandy nodded distractedly as they watched the president of Germany arrive at the venue followed by other presidents and p
Dexter was settling into his new life quite smoothly so far.He'd been very busy familiarising himself with everything he had inherited. Which was a lot of work seeing as he'd inherited a lot.He didn't intend to be a lazy and passive leader, he was going to be actively involved in everything going on in all of his companies as much as he could.Richard Crossing had been with him every step of the way. He'd answered all of his questions and was doing an amazing job guiding Dexter on his journey.And Grandpa Fletcher hadn't lied, he was truly still with him. The man had left several videos, recordings, and handwritten files to aid Dexter in his journey.They basically enumerated all the secrets to keeping the businesses thriving and only Richard knew about them.Dexter spent all his time in a study, listening, watching, and reading the files. He didn't want to make any mistakes.His first step according to his grandfather's counsel was to consolidate his authority. Seeing as many would
“Mum I can't believe we're going to meet him, this feels like a dream,” Sandy whispered excitedly to her mother as they made their entrance into the venue for the dinner party.“Tell me about it,” Priscilla whispered back.A shot of applause went up as it did for each family that arrived. They smiled and made their way to their seats, Ryan in tow with them.“You know, I'm pretty sure it's because of our company that the heir decided to come here first! Our records over the past two years have been outstanding!” Priscilla chipped in as they settled down.“Well, that idea might not be too far-fetched.” Raphael grinned and raised a glass in salute.It wasn't far-fetched indeed. Their family was all the heir could think about as he buttoned up his shirt and adjusted his tie in a room in the hotel where the party was being hosted.A knock sounded on his door,“Come in.”It was Ivy.“Hey. I'm ready. And I just got word that most of the guests have arrived. I believe it's time for you to mak
"I have never been so humiliated in my life!" Raphael Wayne thundered as he and his family barged into the house. He threw his coat onto the floor, his face red with anger and embarrassment. "This wasn’t supposed to happen this way not after all the care we gave him, talk more of the support we showed him, your mother went to all lengths to make sure he got a job in that delivery company to show she cared, but he does this instead!" He continued his eyes red with anger and pain from the embarrassment.Sandy and her mother sat quietly on the couch, Priscilla embittered dried up her tears whilst shaking her head in disbelief. Sandy lost in thoughts, her mind occupied as to how the Richmond heir turned out to be Dexter, the man whom she had just thrown out of her house not long. She had never imagined it to be him remembering all the days she and her family had humiliated and taunted him for having the surname of rich people but having no money or status to uphold the name, and now he