As the radiant sun stretched its golden rays across the land, A young man's head is hunched, staring tentatively at his shoe. The atmosphere in the abode was inauspicious; casting a blue hue upon the wall, plastered on it were some shiny stones, giving it a perfect decoration.
“You are bad luck; nothing good will ever come from you,” bellowed Mr. Wesley, Bryan’s terrible father-in-law. His voice reverberated with such unruly anger that it penetrated the building.
“I am sorry; I didn’t mean for you to lose that contract, “he apologizes, his voice coming politely.
“You are sorry, is that all you could say? I lost a contract worth billions of dollars because of your stupidity, and all you could say is sorry?” His voice echos through the walls.
“So shameless and useless. Father, why don’t you lock him up so he could have some sense?” Alicia, Bryan’s horrible wife, said, laughing rancorously, obviously enjoying the fact that her so-called husband was being scolded by her father.
“We shouldn’t do that, you know; people will start talking about how we are wicked for locking up our son-in-law without knowing the reason for doing that.” Mrs. Wesley said as she walked towards the table, then took the jug of water on the table and walked towards Bryan's.
“My husband, why don’t I take it from here?” She shoved a glare at Bryan; only her glare was enough to tell him he’s doomed.
He clenched his fist as he bowed his head with shame. He gets treated like this every blessed day, and each time he doesn’t say anything. What could he say when life has been unfair for him in every aspect?
He was born poor and has lived poor all his life. What could a poor man like himself do apart from take all the awful treatment with the hope that it's going to end one day? So he always leaves them to stomp on his dignity.
“Mother, I am sorry. I never meant for you to lose the contract. I really did put some effort into this. I don’t know why they didn’t give us the contract.” He bites his lower lips; if life had been good to him, maybe he wouldn’t have to deal with this family just to survive.
“Shut your stupid mouth, you cleaner," Alicia hissed in irritation. “One more thing, don’t you ever dare refer to my mother as your mother; she only has a child, and that’s me,” she warned, which he simply nodded positively.
“It was a mistake to choose you for our daughter; we actually thought you would be useful, but all you do is flaunt our money and remain useless. You are a waste of time and money and a great liability to our family,” Mr. Wesley thundered, while Bryan could only clench his fist, trying his best not to get angry.
“Didn't I tell you, dad, he’s useless as a husband too; I shouldn’t have considered your words and gotten married to him?” She hissed, glaring hatefully at him, wondering why he only shoved his head to the ground.
Mrs. Wesley took the opportunity to stomp on his little ounce of dignity left by emptying the jug of water on his head, there was nothing he could do to stop this humiliation. He simply watched the water flow down his face, accompanied by hot tears.
As if that weren't enough humiliation, Alicia stormed towards him and landed a resounding slap on his face, making him blink a few times as disbelief and surprise etched his face.
“I will leave you to deal with your useless husband; if this happens again, you both will hate me,” Mr. Wesley warned before walking out of the living room in immerse anger.
“Useless son-in-law, you got my husband angry,” Mrs. Wesley cursed with a disgusted glare, then rushed after her husband.
“You see the shame you've brought me. Why did you even come into my life? You are a disgrace. Your existence is a big mistake, and trust me, even God's regretting creating your useless ass,” she shuddered as though she just remembered something irritating. “Common, get your foolish ass out of here,” Alicia barked, her voice coming with pride and hatred.
“I don’t know how it happened, Alicia; I really tried my best.” He tried to explain, even though he knows it's of no use.
He was covered in shame. He looked so pitiful, but there's nothing he could do about his current situation.
“I. Said. Get. Out!” Alicia growled, which startled him, and he wobbly stood up from where he was kneeing.
“I really tried my best.” She mimicked him and hissed angrily.
“I will make sure to do better next time.” He was about to walk away, soaked in water.
“Hey. Get this place cleaned up. Who do you think will clean it for you?” she asked, and he chuckled.
“I thought the maid would come to clean it” he said, and she burst into rancorous laughter, followed by a maniacal look.
“Wait, do you really have a maid in this house? Do you pay anyone in this house?” she asked, and he nodded negatively.
“So what, maid, are you talking about?” she demanded.
“I am sorry; I will clean it up.” He scratched the back of his neck.
“Better do that now. Because you are married to me, you now think you are superior and can claim ownership, while you only come to me every week to get pocket money. Useless man” She cursed, and he walked to get the mop without uttering a word.
The surrounding maids were laughing and making jokes about him. No one respects him, both at work and home, but he cares less as long as he has survived.
He walked back to the living room and saw Alicia with another full jug of water. He was shocked, but unconvinced of what she wanted to use the water for. Alicia can be wicked and cruel, and all he knew was that she’s up to no good; all she loved to do was make him suffer.
“You know what? I missed seeing you clean the house. You used to be our best cleaner, and now that you are lucky to be my husband, I guess I really want to see that man in you. Cleaning suits you more perfectly than office work. So I will love to see you clean this entire place.”
A sinister grin played by the corner of her lips, while he only clenched his fist, holding tightly to the mop, trying to bear the awkwardness coming from her.
She started pouring the water all over the place and throwing the jug at him wickedly. She went so far as to sit on the sofa, laughing rancorously.
“Get it cleaned up” she commanded.
“Bryan, they've given us the contract; thank your stars, or you are as good as dead.” Mr. Wesley, secretary, barged into his office to announce the news. What more could he say? They still got the contract after all the treatment he got from them.“Okay, thanks for your information,” he said to her so she could go out of his little office. He knew her very well; she always shows up just to mock me, which always gets him angry. But what can he do when he's just an ordinary poor man who has to meet with life and just has to deal with all the insults he got from Wesley's family?“Don't be too excited; that doesn't mean that they are going to praise you. You are nothing but their work stick.” She laughed sarcastically as she walked out of the office. He gulp down nothing, his clenched his fist on my laps boiling in annoyance. Yeah, that's him for you; he has to take all their taunts all day. Even so, he used to be the family worker, a cleaner. Don't be surprised; he was the family clea
Author POVAfter an exhausting day at work, Bryan finally came home, he sluggishly dragged his feet into the building and was taken aback by what he saw. His family was hosting a party. Bryan, actually, didn't understand what was going on. A celebration was going on yet no one told him, rather, they made him suffer by giving him loads of work to deal with at the office. How wicked could this family be? He wondered.Mr. Wesley's secretary, walked up to him. Bryan knew greeting her would bring nothing but insults to him, and hence, he tried to pretend not to see her, and wanted to leave that place as fast as he could. But she was faster than him, she grabbed his arm and pulled him back. “What now? Are you trying to pretend you didn't see me, Bryan?” she said with a wicked smile.“Let go of me” he growled and snatched his arm from her grip. “What do you want from me?” there's a clear hint of annoyance and frustration in his voice.Her eyes narrowed, she didn't seem to like the tone in
"What Creston family?" he asked, tilting his head slightly in an attempt to recall any connection he might have had. The enigmatic man looked at him with an unwavering gaze and spoke calmly, yet with an air of certainty. "Yes, Sir. You are the only son of Max Creston, and it is time for you to come forward and claim your rightful place as his heir."Upon hearing this, he reacted with a skeptical scoff, his disbelief tinged with curiosity and uncertainty.He let out a frustrated sigh, his voice tinged with exasperation. "Come on, I think you've got the wrong person. I don't have any money for you to defraud me of. Look at me, I'm broke as can be. I've been trying to fit into this life, but I have nothing to show for it. So, please, enough with this drama. I don't lead a glamorous life, and it's not because you see me as a son-in-law of the Wesleys. You've got the wrong idea. I'm just a poor man."His words held a mix of defiance and resignation as he prepared to walk away, leaving beh
Chapter 5"No, I haven't," she announced, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "I think I saw it online." Her words fell flat, and as he looked at her, disappointment crept into his expression. He had hoped for more, believed that she might hold some vital information. Yet, it seemed he had built up an illusion in his mind.As the weight of his disappointment settled on his face, she continued, "Yes, I saw it online in an advertisement." She paused.With a mix of anticipation and longing, she questioned, "Is this yours? Did Alicia give it to you? Because this... it's pure gold." Her voice held a hint of disbelief.He shook his head in response, a gesture of denial that shattered her burgeoning hope. "You don't have to worry about this," he said, his voice tinged with reassurance as he reached out to gently touch her hand. "And moreover, it's over between me and Alicia. You are all that matters to me from now on."The unexpected declaration sent shockwaves through her, causing her eyes
Chapter 6Getting to the location, he was mesmerized by the grandeur of the building right in front of him. The sight was so overwhelming that it felt like a scene from a movie. It almost seemed unreal, as if he had stumbled upon a beautiful castle. But it wasn't just a castle; it was the most gigantic and breathtaking building he had ever seen. He glanced at his own appearance and couldn't help but feel out of place amidst such opulence. He didn't quite fit into this extravagant environment, but he knew he had a purpose to fulfill and had to stay focused. Trying to calm his nerves, he swallowed a dry gulp, attempting to reassure himself and maintain a positive mindset.Moving closer to the gate, he approached the security man, ready to present himself and explain his purpose for being there. To his surprise, he discovered that they granted him free access to the building with minimal questioning."Wait, so I can just go inside, just like that?" he asked in disbelief, seeking confirma
Bryan stood skeptically in the middle of the room, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. The doubt in his voice was evident as he continued to question the truth being presented to him."How do you expect me to believe that?" he asked, his voice laced with suspicion. He was desperate for evidence, for something concrete to put his doubts to rest. Unconvinced by mere words, he had even sought the opinion of his foster sister, hoping she could shed some light on the matter. But her lack of knowledge only added to his uncertainty.Unable to contain his frustration any longer, Bryan's counterpart, with a calm determination, responded, "I think I don't need to talk much. I have proof, at least that will make you believe me." With those words, he made his way towards a small yet intriguing piece of furniture in the corner of the room. It resembled a closet, but something about it seemed different, more secretive.Bryan watched with a mixture of curiosity and doubt as his counterpart appr
Chapter 8 "Okay, I am not going to say anything against her, just listen to me" he murmured, his voice tinged with restraint. Determined to keep his emotions in check, he composed himself and took a deep breath, preparing to hear the tale. Eager to share his side of the story, he began speaking. "Well, you see, it all started when hiz parents decided to inform the entire family about the return of my stepmother, who also happened to be my father's best friend. At that moment, your father seemed quite elated by the news," he trailed off as Bryan interrupted him abruptly. He paused for a moment, his words carrying a hint of sentiment as he continued sharing his perspective. "Isn't it obvious? It was because she returned that he immediately ran to her, leaving my mother behind," he stated, his voice laced with a touch of sadness. "That's not entirely untrue, young master," he replied in a neutral tone. "As I mentioned before, nobody besides your mother, me and your dad knew about your
Episode 9Bryan stared at President Asher, a look of confusion etched across his face. The president's words hung in the air, and Bryan couldn't help but chuckle at the unexpectedness of the situation."Why do you assume I was the son the first time?" Bryan demanded, his voice laced with a mix of defiance and amusement. President Asher's serious expression shifted into a smirk as he continued speaking."You are the last person I wouldn't recognize. You look so much like your mother, the familiarity is uncanny," he let out, his words imbued with a sense of nostalgia. Bryan hummed in response, a thoughtful sound escaping his lips.Curiosity piqued, President Asher's tone turned serious again as he questioned Bryan's decision to sell off the chain. He emphasized that he had given it to Bryan to help him discover his identity, expressing confusion as to why Bryan believed selling it was the best course of action. Bryan found himself unable to respond immediately, caught off guard by the p