Mockery To Millions

Chapter 03 - Claimed Inheritances

Damian dismisses it as a hallucination.

He notices a trickle of blood dripping from his nose, a likely consequence of his mental strain.

"All hail Prime Minister Damian!" a news anchor exclaims with her voice filled with fervor and to his shock... She begins tearing off her clothes in admiration... prompting the crowd to erupt in celebration, before showering him with flowers where he stood.

It was evident that Damian had already won even before the final votes.

"Damian, you need to watch what's happening, there's a dangerous media uproar targeted at you." Divian whispers and at that same point, he leaves the pulpit.

“What are you waiting for? Turn on the news already!” Damian said to his team as he entered his Media control room.

“My name is Lovina Damian." His wife said over the news with a firm looking face.

"Scrap that! My real name is Lovina Macias, I wish to tell the public that my Husband should not be trusted in becoming prime minister of the republic states, this is because he is a child trafficker!” She said and Damian choked on air.

What!?

“I want the world to never trust a demon like him, he is a deadly Mafia, a drug peddler, a killer! A political corrupt boy, I have no choice than to divorce a monstrous murderer like him, Please beware.” She added and Damian's heart exploded in pain as Lovina betrayed him.

"Ahh!" He closes his eyes as he holds onto his chests in hurt, hiding his hurt face.

"Wait... How much really was my wife paid to backstab me like this? There's something she isn't telling me." Damian still failed to believe why his wife would try to publicly defame him before the world.

"I don't think the public will buy her crap, it's obviously politics, even so you lack every chance." Divian said as Damian began to shed tears unknowingly, this was because he had so much trust in Lovina.

"Let it be clear... That I wish to endorse Mr. Bilal to become prime minister as he is full of good Values and I personally love him, Way more than that monster, thanks." She said before security operatives filled the scene with the current President walking into the pulpit, making even Damian's heartbeat even more.

"She loves Bilal?" Damian reminisces.

"Such address can not be accepted without investigations and evidence tendered, as president, I therefore declare Mr. Damian wanted, he must be arrested for investigations immediately and should be apprehended alive or dead!" The president warrants his arrests.

"This is a coup!" Damian breaks.

"Why did my wife...Lovina? Why did you ruin your Husband!? Have I not always loved you!?" Damian shouts as he breaks the glass cup he held into his palm in agony, causing him to bleed from the bottle cuts as he sits down feeling miserable.

"I will protect you with my life, Damian!" Divian, his best friend and assistant says as he begins hugging Damian with the rests of his team.

"The world thinks I am a monster, Divian." Damian cried as everyone held him from rolling in tears at the media office.

"They want to restrain me so Mr. Bilal will become prime minister... I must return back immediately to counter this attack, I must not be arrested!" Bilal orders only for a gun to click in-between his hug with Divian.

"PooM!" The gun fires with Damian staggering backwards as he sees his white suit tie consumed with his blood.

Divian Betrayed his Zeus!

"Divian... Why? I thought we were brothers?" Damian asked as he spat out blood in pain.

“To murder your own brother is to kill your own self Divian!” Damian speaks parables whilsts in pain as he looks at Divian.

He couldn't believe his own best friend would shoot at him with the Securities taking Damian out from the room immediately, before Divian could finally murder him.

Damian in a rush is taken straight to a convoy headed for a private Airport.

“Bwar!” Three of his car Escorts in the back and forth exploded in his sight.

"There's a bomb timing! Stop the car!" Damian orders as he opens the door of the moving vehicle over the bridge and jumps out, and in that same instant.

"Boom!" The car Explodes!

Damian struggles to get up from the floor with his bloody suit, realizing that his wife did not only betray him but had signed him up for death.

He then also recalls the threats he got from the Macias concerning his ambitions in becoming the state prime minister.

"I will divorce you and you will be on your own, poor fool!" His wife's voice relapses.

“I won't hide my words because we will burn your career, fry your banks and everything you love alive, right before your eyes.” His mother in-laws' voice re-echoes.

"I'd be glad to greet your ghost!" Mr. Bilal's voice drops into his head.

This means they meant every word.

The memories helped him realize it's not just an office coup but a bloody coup!

He turns to Escape from the scene, not until his eyes meets with Divian pointing him a gun.

"Divian!! My Brother… You know I have kids to take care of... I ran for this office for the people of this country and my name, even yours too... My kids need their father Divian, don't take my life... Please." Damian begged on his knees.

"I beg of you." Damian begged more.

"I don't care about your kids, all I care about is the money I'm making out of this... You think it's the Macias against you alone? Heheh! Even the presidency wants your head as a meal." Divian mocks.

"If you kill me... My ghosts will come for you." Damian jokes whilst losing his blood, with his eyes dizzy too and then Divian laughs.

"Oh shut up! You're already a dead man walking, now let me ease you of this pain." Divian said as he cracked his gun with Damian thinking of his kids.

"My children!" Damian panics in a teary agony as Divian's gun Fires!

Immediately! Divian's shadow disappears from Damian's coverage as he opens his eyes to see a familiar looking old man with a golden Ipad heading towards him.

"Young master!" Were the man's first words as he shot at a running Divian.

"Young master, are you okay?" The old man asked again as Damian finally recognized who the old man who saved him was.

He was Damian's family housekeeper, a man who had been bothering Damian with many pleas for him to return to his father's house and run the business for a long time, although Damian had Always distanced himself from his own heritage.

"Housekeeper, Mr. Nadia, why are you here?" Damian asked as Nadia helped him to stand on his feet as they ran through the street of people who all wanted to touch Damian because they loved him and wanted him to win.

"Last time we met, I placed a micro - Tracker chip in you, this helps me know whether your life is threatened or not." The housekeeper said.

"Pwar!" The housekeeper gets shot too.

"Damn! Housekeeper, are you okay? I guess you don't have a micro chip to save yourself old man." Damian eyerolls as they shielded themselves with the ground, crawling their way off.

The president has authorized security forces to either arrest or kill me and this means that my opponents now have free rein to eliminate me, Damian confided to Mr. Nadia who seemed desperate to escape the tense conversation.

"Perhaps it's time you rethink accepting your inheritance from your parents."

"You're far above this chaos." The housekeeper replied weakly, his voice fading as he coughed up blood collapsing beside Damian in his final moments.