Rise of the Student Trillionaire

CHAPTER THREE: THE HEIGHT OF HUMILIATION.

 When William had gotten that gig, he was elated. All his life, the highest salary he had ever earned was fifteen dollars an hour, and this gig is offering twice of that. He immediately accepted the offer. 

Later, he found out these top-tier party hosts were Donald and Wilson and he realized the offer had been a trap. He had already accepted the offer though, and the person who sent him the offer had made it clear that he would be affected if William didn’t show up for the event. 

William was sure the manager had been bribed by the twins to pull him into this trap, and yet, he decided to look at the bright side. As long as he survived tonight’s torture, he might end up getting as much as three hundred dollars. It’s the weekend and night parties among the wealthy students of Bel Air University tend to stretch up to ten hours. He decided it wasn't all bad.

Once he arrived at the event, his job had begun immediately, and so had his tortures.

“Hey, mop boy! Clean this floor!”

“Mop boy, go bring me drinks!”

“Mop boy, get down and clean my shoes for me.”

“Hey, hold my drink for a minute.”

Whatever these rich kids demanded of William, he dutifully did it without a single complaint. He was well aware the extra errands and excessive demands were orchestrated by the Camillo twins but he won’t let that bother him. 

Well, that was his intention until he found out his friend, Andre, had been invited as he was also the son of a billionaire. Andre was shocked as well when he found out this was the gig William was so excited about a few days ago.

It was around this time that the orders became much more degrading to William.

“Mop boy, I want you to be my chair for a while. I’ll pay you a hundred dollars.”

“Go on your knees and hold my drink on your head. It better not fall or else you lose the hundred and fifty bucks!”

Andre helplessly watched as their peers were publicly treating William like he was lesser than a dog. Wasn’t this gig supposed to be about cleaning? So why was William allowing these bastards to do these other stuff to him? He soon learned that William was earning extra money this way. Andre couldn't stand it, so he pulled William aside during his few-minute break.

“What the hell is this, William? If you needed the extra cash, I got you?”

William shook his head. “No! I can earn the cash by myself.”

Andre was pissed. “By allowing them to treat you like this?! Don’t you even realize that those bastards were gladly recording those humiliating moments?”

“It’s nothing I can’t handle.” William saw the furious look on Andre. “Look, I already owe you and your parents so much. I would have never gotten into Bel Air without Mr. and Mrs. Leverque. Plus, it’s been years and you still allow me to stay at your condominium for free. I can’t keep taking help from you without losing my dignity.”

“Then what do you call this?!” Andre burst out in anger, gaining attention from the nearest people. “You know what? Forget it. I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

William watched his friend return to the party in silence before he resumed work. Then the humiliation got worse.

“Hey, isn’t that mop boy the super intelligent student? He’s not looking so brilliant right now.”

“Yeah. By the way, isn’t he a member of the Camillo family?”

“Not after his mother cheated on her husband. Now they’re living on the gutters like the rats that they are. I hear that his mother sells her body every night just so she can survive.”

“Ewww! So disgraceful.”

William couldn’t take it anymore as his eyes welled up and he ran for the male bathroom. On his way, he bumped his shoulders with someone and he looked up to find it was Ayra, his girlfriend.

“You piece of shit, watch where you’re going next time!” Ayra looked at William with great disgust in her eyes.

William saw she had come to the party with her friends. Apart from being an extremely attractive young woman, Ayra was also the child of an elite family. Among the many highly sought-after women at Bel Air University, she was definitely sitting at the top. She and William had decided to be together years ago only if they kept their relationship a secret. William had willingly agreed as he was deeply in love with her. 

“I’m sorry.” He quickly ran the rest of the way to the male bathroom. Once he entered one of the stalls, he broke down in tears.

None of those insults he heard got to him as much as the ones directed at his mother. He was willing to take any verbal abuse except those lies. Unfortunately, he couldn't do anything as there was a big chance it would jeopardize his pay tonight.

“Dude, you gotta get out here! Donald is about to fucking propose to one of BAU’s  beauty goddesses!”

“No way! Which one?”

“She’s in the top five most beautiful on campus.”

“Wait for me! I have to see this!”

The conversation drew William’s thoughts from his self-loathing as he wondered which beauty was unfortunate to fall for Donald of all people. He quickly got out of the stall and washed his tear-stained face before leaving the bathroom to find the crowd of wealthy men and women had formed a circle. He tried to get a peek only to be pushed away once they saw who he was. As he got pushed around, he eventually tripped over a liquor bottle someone had left on the floor and he fell. A sickening crunch and the intense pain coursing through his hand made him realize it was dislocated. No one paid him any attention though as the main event was taking place.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" Donald's voice suddenly came over a loudspeaker.

“Oh my god, yes! I’ve been waiting for so long! Of course, I’ll be your girlfriend!”

William’s heart suddenly froze when he heard the voice of the lady who replied to Donald’s proposal. With newfound adrenaline, he forgot his arm was dislocated as he got up on his feet and he used his shoulders to force his way through the cheering crowd. He finally made it to the center of the crowded circle to find a lady jumping into Donald’s arms as she wrapped her legs around his waist and they began making out.

Whether it was the familiar hair color or the dress he had seen less than half an hour ago, William's heart began to race as Donald spotted him and he smiled evilly before turning the lady around to reveal who she was.

William’s heart shattered and he dropped to his knees as he confirmed her identity. “Ayra? No, it can’t be.”