WITH JUST one command, the bodyguards let go of him and took one step away from him. August turned his body to see who ordered them, only to see Samantha and Bruce.
“So, it’s him…” whispered Bruce to Samantha before he leaned towards her, licking lightly onto her earlobe. "No wonder why you wanted to dump him so badly, baby."
“B-Bruce…” said Samantha, feeling awkward as Bruce was doing naughty things in front of her ex-boyfriend.
However, Bruce didn’t even budge. All she could do was close her eyes and feel how good Bruce’s tongue was. August suddenly clenched his fists at the sight.
Bruce has everything everyone could ask for. Wealth, a good reputation, oozing sex appeal, and stamina that could make her moan in ecstasy every night, what more could she ask for?
Everything Bruce has was the exact opposite of August. She never loved him, not even a bit. She just used him to buy the things she wanted, and to enter the Sandoval Corporation so she could execute her plan.
‘Samantha…’
August could only speak her name. It seems like his voice left his throat already. And when Bruce noticed it, his hand gently went up to the side of Samantha’s chest, followed by a sly smile— trying to irritate August more.
“Nice to meet you, August Fordman.” Bruce let go of Samantha’s waist and extended his hand. “I’m Bruce Sandoval, heir of the Sandoval family, and the future CEO of the Sandoval Corporation.”
August grimaced as he sensed the arrogance in the tone of his voice.
‘I already knew that this guy was a bastard who only knows how to play with women,’
His mischievous smirk, his choice of words, his pretentious smiles, and the way he makes Samantha feel uncomfortable with his touches led August to that conclusion.
For him, Bruce was just a money-sucker and a credit grabber— Because he isn’t the rich man here, but Jake— his father, the current CEO.
“Why won’t you take my hand?” asked Bruce in a soft and gentle tone.
August was spacing out, and Bruce is losing his patience either… although he concealed it by his calmness. However, August could see that Bruce’s eyes were telling something else. It was cold and provocative— yet no one notices it.
That’s when August realized that Bruce’s main intention was to show him his bad side.
‘This two-faced jerk!’
August flickered Bruce’s hand forcefully, causing the three bodyguard’s eyes to widen. Samantha and the live viewers of the broadcast had the same reaction, too.
August, at this point, wasn’t aware that they were being filmed. He doesn’t know that everything from the start was a disaster in process for him. Bruce went outside the restaurant, even though he didn’t think of August as a worthy opponent, all because of this.
‘You’re poor, and you don’t know how to respect the rich? Let me give you a lesson,’ said Bruce at the back of his mind as a wicked smile escaped his lips.
Bruce snapped his neck, and his hands went onto Samantha’s waist again.
“Get your filthy hands off my girl,” August thundered and clenched his fist, ready to attack at any time.
“This bastard—“
“No. It’s fine.” Bruce raised his other hand to stop his bodyguards from beating August. “Leave us for a while,” he added, and his bodyguards suddenly obliged.
Bruce, although it doesn’t show, was just trying to hide his inner demons. This is the first time someone tried to command and humiliate him like this.
‘Who does he think he is? Hah. Just a pathetic commoner, yet he acted like he could scold me like this?’ Bruce wanted to punch August at this point.
Despite not being hands-on in their company, he was aware of August’s horrible nickname in their department, which is the reason why even Samantha doesn’t want to be associated with him in the first place.
Pathetic commoner.
That’s what everyone calls him.
“This woman? My fiancee?” Bruce held onto Samantha’s waist tighter. “Why would I let go of her?”
“Because she isn’t yours. She’s mine,” August answered without hesitation.
As Bruce heard his answer, his demeaning laughter filled the entire place. He took one step forward as his gaze went deadly. Despite that, August didn’t even flinch or blink an eye.
The live viewers, including August’s co-employees, were watching the livestream intently.
“I’m certain. He already lost his mind, isn’t he?” said Kaylee as she shook her head while watching the live stream.
“I think so,” Peter answered and shook his head.
He couldn’t believe the courage August was showing to everyone right now. Actually, anyone couldn’t believe that their pathetic commoner was suddenly involved in Bruce’s live stream that was only meant for rich people!
“How naïve of you, Mr. Fordman…” Bruce shook his head. “Do you think someone would believe you?”
Bruce subtly glanced at the camera behind him— informing August that he wasn’t the only one who heard his ridiculous sentence.
“It was broadcasted worldwide, fucker,” Bruce whispered, causing August to freeze in his spot.
August clenched his fists, and his jaws moved angrily. “H-How—”
“You’re one of my employees, right?” asked Bruce with a wicked smile. “I know who you are, what you do, and how poor you are.”
August’s brows furrowed. He didn’t understand what Bruce tried to say. Bruce made him feel that he was the villain in their story, even though it was the exact opposite.
“I tried to be patient with you, but since my girl was involved here, I’ll act without mercy.”
Bruce held onto Samantha’s arms, which were already trembling. August thought that it was true, but when his gaze went to her, a mischievous smile showed on her lips.
‘What are they planning to do?’ August asked. He didn’t like where this scenario is going.
“Samantha, baby, don’t be afraid. Tell us the truth,” Bruce told him and caressed her back, pretending to comfort her.
It didn’t last long as Samantha started producing her fake tears, and told everyone the story Bruce and her agreed with.
“He— He threatened me!” exclaimed Samantha and pointed at August. “He told me that he’ll make my life miserable if I don’t follow him!”
It was the most painful and probably the easiest way to destroy August’s reputation. To be honest, she didn’t care about his feelings at all.
But seeing his pained expression awaken a little bit of conscience in her heart.
However, the show needed to continue.
"That was back in college. He never stopped following me and even recruited me at the company he’s working at to keep an eye on me!” she added, making the people who heard it gasp in shock.
“What a jerk!”
“Poor people like him would do anything they like, wouldn’t they?”
“Why is that man even alive? He should be beheaded because of what he did!”
August was startled. He wasn’t able to defend himself immediately.
“Sam… What are you saying? That’s not what happened—”
“Don’t come near me!” Samantha exclaimed when August tried to approach her. “I don’t want to see you anymore!”
“Sam!” August’s voice got louder this time. “Why are you doing this to me?!”
The lack of sleep and the excruciating situation in front of him made August burst out with anger. He wanted to punch Bruce right out of his face, but it would make the situation worse.
August almost wanted to break down. He couldn’t understand why both of them would twist the truth, and why Samantha became an accomplice in destroying him.
He tried approaching Samantha again, but Bruce suddenly went in front of him.
“Get out of my sight before I lose all my sanity, Mr. Fordman,” Bruce muttered in a low tone.
No one could see his real expression. Bruce knows how to avoid the camera as he was also the one who set that up.
“I won’t! Not until I take Sam with me!” shouted August with desperation this time.
“If that’s what you want…”
He glanced at the bodyguards behind him before pointing his hand at August. “Drag him out of here, and I don’t care what you’ll do to him before you let him go.”
Meaning that they could beat him up into a pulp, the bodyguards smirked in unison as they were finding someone to release their stress with.
“Come here, bastard," one of the bodyguards spoke as they pulled August away from the restaurant.
"DO you think you've learned your lesson yet?" one of the bodyguards sneered, yanking August's hair and forcing him to meet the intense gaze of the three men towering over him. One of them stood with crossed arms, biting his lower lip in anticipation. Another lazily dragged on his cigarette, exuding an air of indifference. The third squatted before August and delivered another blow, snapping August out of his thoughts. After Bruce told them that they could do anything about him, one of the bodyguards made a powerful punch to August’s gut, causing August to cry in agonizing pain. Paralyzed and helpless, he was mercilessly dragged to the parking lot by the bodyguards. The other people didn’t care about what they would do to him, even though it would be something horrible. Once there, the bodyguards, bored and callous, unleashed their fury on him, treating him like a human punching bag. August could hear their sadistic laughter and gleeful chuckles as he coughed up blood, gaspi
A WEEK later and August was already healed. The medicine worked its magic, fastening his recovery. He suddenly felt relieved as his body became lighter, and the swelling in his knee receded. Although the pain was still there, it was more tolerable than the last time. What the nurse told him before wasn’t a joke. The hospital, the famous Remington Medical Hospital owned by the multi-billionaire Charles Remington, hadn't demanded a single dime for his stay in the VIP room. Someone had taken care of his medical bills, an act of kindness he should be grateful for. Yet, Samantha's betrayal had left him jaded, eroding his trust not just in her, but in the world as a whole. "Is there truly no ulterior motive?" he asked, slightly suspicious of the nurse who handed him a document to sign. "Can I truly walk away unscathed?" The nurse retorted with a hint of sarcasm, shaking her head. "If we had malicious intentions, would we bother curing you?" August's mouth opened slightly, his senses
THE next day, August found himself fixated on his phone screen, clad in a worn-out white t-shirt, faded pants, and carrying an old black bag on his back. He contemplated how to handle the unexpected money that had miraculously appeared in his bank account. It had been quite some time since August last set foot in the Sandoval Corporation. Uncertain of his current employment status there, he decided to take a risk and approach the management, determined to explain the reasons behind his absence from work. "I'm not sure if I should use this…” said August, his finger tapping on the screen as he proceeded to pay his monthly expenses. "But well, at least now I have the means to cover my expenses, or maybe even take a taxi." With this newfound fortune, August realized he not only had enough to cover his basic needs but also to indulge in some wants, a luxury he hadn't experienced before, given his modest paycheck. August didn’t know who sent him the money. Despite his efforts to uncover
AFTER the intense earlier scene in the room, Bruce, reluctantly but driven by necessity, hoisted August onto his back and hurriedly made his way to the hospital. The Remington Medical Hospital wasn’t the nearest hospital to the Sandoval Corporation, but Bruce saw it as an opportunity to leave a positive impression on Charles by assisting one of his employees. Due to the Remington family’s standing, everyone who wanted to propose a partnership between them found it challenging to cross paths with them. The Sandoval family wasn’t an exemption. However, Bruce refused to give up. The Remington family’s heir died long ago, and Sapphire Remington, Charles’ second child, would ascend as the heir. Once he seduced Sapphire, everything would be easy for him. He was willing to dispose of Samantha, driven by his insatiable greed. ‘With this, I can secure the support of the highest-ranking family!’ Bruce exclaimed inwardly. Little did he know, Charles was already aware of dirty tactics just
“THIS is the crucial evidence Samantha had given to Bruce, proving that you abused her and forced her into a relationship with you,” Henry's words echoed in August's mind as he stared at the Polaroid pictures he held. It was Samantha’s pictures— where she had bruises on her skin and a selfie with her face swollen as if someone had slapped her. August had seen these images before, not because he was the one who did this, but because he had been the one to tend to Samantha's wounds whenever she sought comfort in him. He remembered it all—the moments he questioned his girlfriend about what had happened, only to be met with her silence every time. Samantha never opened up to him, not even once. ‘Yet, Sir Henry claims this as evidence against me,"’ August thought, feeling a surge of madness at the accusation. As he played the footage from the mini-camcorder that came with the brown envelope, anxiety gripped August, and he gasped when he realized where the scene in the video took pla
"BREAKING NEWS! Bruce Sandoval, the eldest son of the Sandoval Family, has been honored with an award by the Brooklyn Nominations for his recently launched virtual game within their company…” August's fists tightened, desperately attempting to ignore the newscaster’s words. The news reached his ears loud and clear, yet it felt muffled within his mind. He was the one who poured his heart and soul into crafting the proposal for the new video game, dedicating his entire life to the company. Yet, someone else reaped all the glory. “What a fortunate man he is.” “Rich keep getting richer, while the poor suffer more.” It was a conversation between two customers at the restaurant where August worked as a waiter and dishwasher. When Bruce and Samantha tarnished his reputation, they didn’t just destroy his life, but they took everything he ever had. August lost his job, and in the days that followed, people who had watched the live show began hurling insults, belittling him. Some even w
AS August slowly opened his eyes, a room engulfed in suffocating darkness greeted him. A chilling shiver ran down his spine as he realized he was seated on a cold, steel chair. The moment he attempted to move his hands, excruciating pain coursed through his body. His hands were tightly bound behind him. The rope strangling his hands was mercilessly tight to the point that he couldn’t feel his fingers even if he moved them. Surveying his surroundings, August noticed that the only light in the room came through a small window at the top of the wall. The place looked like an abandoned building, leaving him perplexed as to why he had become the target of this kidnapping. “No one but Bruce could be behind this,” August muttered to himself. “That despicable bastard,” August gritted his teeth. His gaze fixated on the partially open door not too far away, his eyes widening in astonishment as an old man wielding a cane entered the room. He casually kept one hand in his pocket, trailed
"Are you— Are you crazy?!" August blurted out after blinking twice as he stared at Charles, who was in front of him. 'Who the fuck am I to inherit a corporation as large as he had?' he even asked himself as his brows furrowed. He wasn't even qualified to be a small group leader, and being an heir seemed like a ridiculous sentence for him unless it was just a joke to give him a glimpse of hope that he could make it to the top instantly with the Remington family's help. And August admitted that he hoped that Charles Remington would help him in some way. Charles' smirk widened as he stood up properly and placed his hands in his pockets. "I am not crazy, young man— Not yet. Let's say that I'm trying to strike a negotiation with you." Even when he saw August working at the Sandoval Corporation, working hard for the promotion he had ever dreamt about, Charles knew that persuading August to hold onto the Remington Corporation would be challenging. Especially when he didn't have plans