His Redemption

The answer is No!

The wedding was grand.

Chris went for the wedding and that was one of the worst mistakes he could have ever done to himself yet again.

It was a grand wedding and was all over the news.

He was humiliated and at some point asked to serve drinks as he looked so tattered and unkempt.

"Who brought this incompetent servant to my sins wedding?" Richards's mother scolded him as he Chris was seated.

"I am a guest ma'am!" he tried to explain.

"A guest? Who invited you? You stink and you look so unkempt you can't even be considered a servant" Mrs Evans was repulsed by the sight of Chris.

"Wait_hold up" he heard Liana's voice and thought she was coming to liberate him from the insults he just received.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Search him, he could have stolen from someone here" Liana said with a smirk on her like as she looked at Vhurs who was now confused.

"I didn't steal anything!" he was scared as two men who were huge pinned him down the guests took out their phones to make some videos for fun and others searched their bags if they were missing an item.

After what felt like forever searching he was bundled out of the venue and his clothes torn leaving him almost half naked.

(Back to reality)

Just as he reluctantly watched the woman he loved exchange vows and kiss her now husband on national television.

And also snippets of his humiliation on television he just popped a cookie into his mouth as he wallowed in his misery.

He heard a knock at the door.

Peeping through the peephole.

It was his landlord.

Slowly opening the door preparing yet another speech to be granted another week of stay.

"Good afternoon sir" he greeted but his greetings were not taken too well as expected he owed over five months of rent and the landlord was now exhausted with all his complaints

"Mr. Chris, your rent is overdue," his landlord said entering the small apartment with two men who towered over Chris.

"Yes, sir I know but I'll make sure to pay_" he didn't get to finish that sentence as he was carried outside by the large and muscular men and he watched as the little valuables he had tossed outside just as he had been sent outside.

Chris was given a few punches as he tried to get back into the apartment and he ended up with a broken nose and bleeding lip.

But that was his home, he had to beg, or else he would be left on the streets with no shelter and the weather was no good in the nighttime.

"I promise you Mr. Nelson I'll get a job, I have applied at a few companies I am waiting for their feedback I promise I'll pay for everything" he begged but that fell on deaf ears.

"Where do you want me to go to? I just graduated from college and j am trying to get my life together please" he begged even more but nothing, just nothing could change the man's mind especially not after he had been paid a huge amount of money to make the young lad life even more miserable than it already was.

"I'm not your father, This apartment building right here? My kids will inherit from me when they all grow up Go to your father's property and be a landlord over there" Mr Nelson said.

"I am begging you, sir, just one more month and I will make sure I pay you every single dime I owe you" he begged but the landlord keyed the door and walked off with his goons.

With a broken nose and a bleeding lip, he tried to see if he could find the little savings he had under his mattress, but to his utter dismay, it seemed one of the muscular men had taken what he had tried saving up for himself.

As if that wasn't enough, the weather decided to show its new side as the downpour was so intense.

Walking under the rain with his teeth jamming against each other, Chris knew it was either he joined his father or he found a way to save himself and save his father's company.

Deep in thought, the last thing he remembered was seeing a vehicle come in front of him with so much speed that he had seen the gates of heaven open or maybe it was the gates of hell!

But even in the afterlife, didn't he deserve to receive some kingly treatment?

"Where am I?" was the first thing he asked as he awoke.

"Don't raise your head too high you might have a headache" his mother said.

Turning to his right he saw an old man seated in a wheelchair and no one had to tell him it was his grandfather. The man he had met a few days back at his father's graveside.

His mother was a spitting image of her father just that she was the feminine version of him.

"Welcome home, my grandson," the old man said losing some front teeth.

He never noticed that the other day.

For a wealthy man as his mother had said, Chris expected that lost tooth to be replaced with some artificial lookalike white teeth.

But then again.

"How did you find me?" he asked diverting his gaze from his grandfather to his mother.

"I followed you home and turns out when I went over there to look for you, I saw your things outside and you were nowhere to be found so Arturo and I searched and we found you close to an Ally and you had passed out from exhaustion and lack of proper feeding" his mother explained feeling like the hero of time but he hit her strong.

"Why didn't you let me die? After all, you are used to leaving when things get hard aren't you?" Chris spat and then held his head as he began to have a headache.

"Emilia, give my grandson and me some time to talk," Her father said with a smile that just reached his eyes

"My name is James Llewellyn III, I didn't get to properly introduce myself the last time we met, and trust me when I say your mother has nothing to do with your father's death If anything I am the one to be blamed," James said.

"Of course, you are" Chris answered back with hatred lacing his voice.

He and his father had tried their best to survive, he had wanted to continue with Business Management after college and have a master's degree so he could be able to help his father's company expand but now that was in ruins.

"I deserve that" James replied with a weak smile.

"And a lot more" Chris fired back.

"Now Chris that is enough" Emilia who had not left the room completely scolded her son to behave.

"You killed my father," he said in tears as he began to speak up.

"He died cause of stress" Emilia tried to explain as she wanted so badly for her son to understand their stance, She knew she had done him bad, leaving him when he would have needed her the most, having to watch his father become a drunk.

Having him deal with bullies who called him good for nothing and she has no way to help her son out of his suffering, watching him walk people's dogs for peanuts meanwhile he was from a well-to-do family.

Emilia knew she had a lot of catching up to do and she knew her son was hurting, the reason why he was acting that way.

She knew he had gone through a serious heartbreak and betrayal just two days ago, as she was there when this lady called Liana made him feel like he was nothing but a piece of trash even handing him a card saying she could give him a job at her ass of a boyfriends company.

She knew all of that and she hoped she could help her son out of his hurt and misery but how could she? When he didn't even let her in.

"Yes, the stress you and your wicked father put him through," Chris fired back pouring all of his frustrations into the people he expected to have received the most love from while growing up but rather he was ridiculed and mocked for being the kid with the same shoes, the same flip phone and always being bullied.

"What if I tell you, you could save your father's company and legacy son?" James stepped in as he saw the situation getting out of hand.

"And how is that going to be possible?" Chris asked nonchalantly waiting for his grandfather to spill this great plan of his.

"You are my next of kin as I have limited time on earth and you can manage my company which would rightfully be yours soon and also bring your father's company up from the slumps" James gave the proposition.

After a few seconds of thinking about what his grandfather just said Chris gave his answer.

"No, I won't take it" he retorted leaving everyone around him with an ajar mouth.