Last Updated:
2024-10-29 19:42:56"
"I'm going nowhere! You're so shameless, Leslie, to act in this manner after being caught in the act! You bring a man to have sex with you on our matrimonial bed, and you have the boldness to send me out. What pleasure do you derive from him that I cannot give you as a husband?" Elvis moved closer to Leslie, his eyes red with anger.
"Since we got married, you haven't allowed me to have sex with you; and here you are, having sex with another man?! What does he have that I don't?..."
"Eh... That's enough! Keep quiet! You must be crazy to compare your filthy self with this man.
This man has a net worth of more than a billion dollars, and you, a pauper and God-forsaken human, stand here to compare yourself with him.
All your entire life, you've never even been able to gather up to a thousand dollars in a month, and yet you try to compare yourself with him.
Are you even qualified to clean his shoes?..."
"Don't talk to me that way, Leslie. I'm still your husband!"
But you never told me you were married, Leslie!" Roy's voice interrupted their conversation. Leslie quickly turned to face Roy with a melancholic look on her face.
"I'm sorry Roy, I... I... didn't tell you the truth all this while. Some years ago, I was forced into marriage with him, but I don't have any feelings for him. We haven't had any sexual relationship since we got married. I'll tell you more about it later. I'm sorry..." Leslie moved closer to Roy, fondling his hands and looking remorseful.
Roy was surprised by the unexpected revelation. He curled up his lips and stared at Leslie in bewilderment. "But why did you lie to me?..."
"Really? Just because you want to save face in front of this adulterer, you speak of being forced into a marriage with me.
Instead of feeling remorse for your shameless act, you're still trying to patch things up. Is this how you intend to repay me for all the sacrifices I've made?"
"Keep quiet, you low-life!" Leslie growled as she moved closer to Elvis, spitting at him in the face.
"What sacrifice?! What have you done since I got married to you? I house you, feed you, and even buy you clothes! So, how dare you tell me that you make sacrifices, you bonehead?"
"Leslie, I may not be a perfect husband, but you know how much I've invested into this marriage just to make you happy. Every month, I give you most of my earnings..."
"What fucking earnings are you talking about anyway? In a whole month, all you give me isn't more than $200, and you expect me to lick your feet because of that shit? You are clearly out of your mind, Elvis! Roy gives me nothing less than $20000 monthly.
Can you give me the kind of life he provides? You're such a loser who should bow his head in shame because he's cursed and meant to die poor!" Leslie sneered in disdain as she turned and walked up to a corner of the room to pick up some folded dresses wrapped up in a basket.
"Or is it about these rags you bought for me?" She said, picking up the dresses one after the other and holding them out in her hands for Elvis to see.
Three months ago, Elvis had purchased the dresses for Leslie using almost all of his earnings for that month. He wanted to surprise his wife, feeling that he hadn't given her any substantial gifts since their marriage.
This decision left him struggling financially, even going hungry at times and having to borrow money from a colleague for his transportation to work.
On the day he presented the dresses to Leslie, he returned home excitedly, only to be met with her harsh reaction. She called the dresses cheap and then discarded them into the waste bin.
Feeling sad and disappointed, Elvis later retrieved the dresses from the bin and carefully folded them into a basket in their room.
"All of these dresses don't even add up to a thousand dollars! I'm not cheap, loser! You should have known that by now. The smallest dress Roy ever bought for me cost $15,000!
The last one he purchased for my Dad's party cost $30,000, and here you are, proudly boasting about dresses worth no more than $250!" Leslie snarled.
"Come to think of it" Leslie continued, eying Elvis from head to toe, "This is all you're worth, despite doing three jobs in a day. Even if you worked a hundred jobs in a day, you'd still never amount to anything in your entire life!" Leslie spat as she picked up each of the dresses and began tearing them into pieces.
After doing that, she walked up to Roy.
"Sweetie, I'm so sorry you had to witness all of this. Trust me, I love you... I was forced by my late grandfather to marry him. Honestly, I don't like him."
Now, Elvis was grossly disappointed in Leslie! Apart from humiliating him in front of Roy, she was destroying the dresses he had bought for her with almost his entire month's salary. How wondered how she could be this shameless and insensitive!
"Leslie, I bought those dresses with nearly a month's worth of my salary, and look at what you've done to them. Why are you so insensitive?"
"Get the hell out of here, fool! I've told my lawyer that I want a divorce, and she has asked me to come for the papers tomorrow morning. So get yourself ready to sign the papers," Leslie informed as she turned back to Roy, caressing his chest.
"No, I'm not signing any papers. A divorce should be mutual, not one-sided..."
"Do you have a problem with your hearing?! Haven't you heard that she said she's no longer interested in a marriage with you?... Now, get lost!" Roy interrupted as he walked up to Elvis, attempting to usurp authority over him.
"And who are you to challenge me, despite having an illicit affair with my wife? You should bow your head in shame instead of confronting me right now."
"Don't be absurd, you bastard! You're too poor and wretched to have such a beauty like her as your wife. If you want a wife, then go after someone in your league!" Roy yelled, raising his right hand as if to strike Elvis, but he managed to restrain himself.
He knew it would turn violent if he dared to hit him, so he grabbed Elvis's shirt collar and pulled him closer.
"Listen fool, don't mess around with me! Because if you do, I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget in a hurry."
Elvis got hold of Roy's hand and pushed him to the bed. "What the hell can you do, fool? I'll be the one to teach you a lesson instead!" Elvis replied coldly.
"Are you daring me?" Roy rolled his eyes in anger. "Alright then, just watch and see what I'll make of your miserable life," he threatened.
Suddenly, they heard Leslie speaking to someone over the phone. "Hello, can you come into my house immediately?"
Shortly after, a uniformed man was seen standing outside the room.
"Please kick this bastard out of here!" Leslie growled, pointing her index finger at Elvis.
Leslie had tipped the security personnel on different occasions, so she could boldly give him orders, unlike Elvis, who was not recognized by the security or any of the neighbours.
Leslie had told her neighbours lies, blackmailing Elvis that she was the only one who contributed to the house rent.
This left Elvis with little or no prestige in the neighbourhood. Even though Elvis's contribution was insignificant because of what he earned, he still contributed, anyway.
"Now, get out!" The security personnel commanded Elvis and attempted to push him, but before the security could say or do anything further, Elvis brushed him aside, making him almost fall to the ground, while he walked out of the room.
"Leslie will surely regret this," Elvis muttered under his breath as he left the house.
Previous Chapter
Related Chapters
THE REVENGE OF ELVIS KLEIN THE SACK LETTERS
Elvis stood outside the house, finding the whole scene he had just witnessed heartbreaking when he suddenly remembered why he came home in the first place - to pick up his work uniform. However, he had been distracted by the scene and had forgotten to pick up the uniform. He looked at his wristwatch and realized that he had been out of work for forty minutes, so he quickly boarded a taxi to return to work. "Hey, Elvis. Where have you been? Our boss has been asking about you," Pete, his colleague asked, as soon as he saw Elvis enter the hotel. "Really? Oh, my goodness. I just hope he hasn't found out that I left work..." "No, Elvis. It has nothing to do with that. He just came in a while ago and asked about you, and I told him you went to use the toilet." "Oh, thanks, Pete. That's kind of you. I'll go see him immediately," Elvis replied, feeling relieved and grateful that Pete had covered up for him. He knew that if his boss found out that he had left work for home, it would resu
THE REVENGE OF ELVIS KLEIN REAL OR FAKE?
Elvis could understand that it was Leslie who gave the security such an instruction. It was getting dark, almost 8 p.m. Elvis needed a place to rest his head until the next morning. He tried calling his closest friend and colleague at Toner Associates, but he couldn't reach him on the phone. He walked up to the company where he was yet to be sacked, if he would be given a place to lay his head for the night. After all, he still worked for them. After walking down the road, he arrived at Jensen's Company. Mr Klein, what are you doing here at this time of the night?" the gatekeeper asked. Even though Elvis was a familiar face in the company and known as a cleaner, he wasn't expected to be seen around the company premises at that time of the night. Mr. Jones, please, I need a place to sleep for the night. Can I sleep in the company's lounge until dawn?" "No, please. I was told not to let anyone in after the working hours." "But I work here, and you know me well. I just need a pla
THE REVENGE OF ELVIS KLEIN ONE BILLION DOLLARS!
Still wearing tattered clothes, Elvis strode into the grand marble-floored bank, determined. The chandelier sparkled above him, and the air was filled with sounds of laughter, and prosperity. However, as soon as he entered, he noticed the indifferent glances from the bank staff. "Good morning. I'm here to open an account," Elvis announced, but the staff members who heard him acted as if he was invisible. In a split second, a customer walked up to the counter close to where Elvis was standing. "Hello, Miss. I'd like to open an account," the young man announced. He was wearing a designer suit and shoes. "You're very welcome, sir. Please take a seat," The staff answered quickly, as she brought out a form and swiftly attended to the wealthy man, with a smile. She was Helena Smith, one of the customer care representatives. She was a beautiful lady with a curvaceous body. Undeterred, Elvis stood in line, waiting for his turn to speak with the representative. He watched as others who c
THE REVENGE OF ELVIS KLEIN THE GRAND EMPIRE
Hansen, Mr Paul Klein's special assistant led him through a series of opulent hallways until they reached a set of double doors which he pushed open to reveal a lavishly furnished study. The room was a symphony of rich wood and leather, with bookshelves lining the walls from floor to ceiling. Behind an imposing mahogany desk sat Elvis' Uncle, a middle-aged man with salt-and-pepper hair and a perfectly tailored suit. "Elvis," Paul's voice was warm, his smile genuine, as he rose from his seat to approach Elvis. "It's been far too long." Paul enveloped Elvis in a warm hug. Elvis had always expected his uncle to be aloof, at least, a bit cold. But this display of affection was unexpected and comforting. "I apologize for not reaching out sooner," Paul said as they took their seats. "You see after your parents passed away, I lost track of you. I didn't know where you were or what had happened to you. For years, I searched, but I couldn't find you." Elvis felt a twinge of confusion. A
THE REVENGE OF ELVIS KLEIN NEVER WILL
As the conversation between Elvis and Mr Paul continued, the tranquillity of the room was shattered by the sharp ring of Elvis's phone. Elvis's expression shifted from attentive engagement to reluctant distraction. The device was illuminated with the name "Leslie." Elvis furrowed his brows in surprise, wondering what his betrayer-wife was calling for. "Apologies, Uncle Paul," he said as he picked up the call. Almost immediately, he heard Leslie's voice. "Elvis Klein, you loser and low-life!" Elvis's eyes widened in shock at the sudden barrage of insults. He had anticipated a conversation and not a verbal assault. "Are you out of your mind?" Elvis confronted. "Well, I just addressed you by your names. Or have you forgotten them so quickly? Anyway, my lawyer has the divorce papers ready, so get ready to sign them this afternoon." "Thank you for letting me know," Elvis smiled. He was not bothered about the divorce. What was the point in keeping a slut as a wife, anyway? Anoth
THE REVENGE OF ELVIS KLEIN TAKING OVER
The next day Elvis decided to visit The Elites' Estate. He had to start a new life now that his status had changed. On arrival at the estate, he met with the security guards who greeted him with so much respect as soon as he introduced himself. Mr. Paul Klein had called them earlier to inform them that Elvis was the new owner of the estate so he was going to be coming around. Therefore, as soon as Elvis introduced himself, they welcomed and bowed to him in respect. Elvis was dumbstruck by all he saw. The estate was magnificent, sprawling over acres of meticulously landscaped grounds, offering a breathtaking blend of natural beauty and architectural elegance. The mansion stood tall with its breathtaking ornate architecture. As Elvis approached the mansion, he noticed a sleek black car parked in front of the houses that lined the estate. It was a car that looked very familiar - the same white Ford vehicle he had seen at Mr. Dwayne's birthday party. He could tell by the plate numbe
THE REVENGE OF ELVIS KLEIN KATHY?
"But why? We agreed that I come over to check the house, some minutes ago. So why can't I purchase it, now that I have checked it and I'm pleased with it?"I'm sorry, Mr Wallace. The authorities have instructed us not to sell the house to you." "What the heck are you talking about? What authorities?! Look, don't play games with me, man. If you're not pleased with my price, then tell me to increase it and I will. Don't tell me you can't sell that house to me..."Before Roy could finish talking, he noticed two able-bodied men at the door of the house.They were dressed in dark suits and wearing stern expressions. They stood there as if they were sentinels guarding the mansion's threshold. Their presence was intimidating.Roy's initial surprise quickly gave way to indignation as he ended the call and approached the men. "What's the problem?" Roy asked with a frown."Who are you, and why are you here?"The taller of the two men, a burly figure with a stern face, stepped forward and prod
THE REVENGE OF ELVIS KLEIN AT THE BIRTHDAY PARTY
Inside the Dwayne family house, chandeliers suspended from the ceilings were a sight to behold. Their dazzling crystals refracted the light.The combination of decorative lights and illuminants transformed the Dwayne family house into a beacon of beauty and splendour. Everything looked new, immersing everyone in a world of magic and delight.It was Mr. Dwayne's 56th birthday!The entire Dwayne family had been invited to the birthday party, and everyone's faces were beaming with smiles as the occasion began.Soft music was being played in the background and everyone was engrossed in the euphoria of the occasion when Elvis walked in.Elvis came late for the party looking rumpled and sweaty. The time fixed for the party clashed with his work time, and he had no choice. He had to do several jobs since the last week."The loser is here."Elvis heard a voice whisper as he looked for a place to sit, and then he noticed that all eyes were on him."Ugh... what's that smell?" Brenda asked, touc
Latest Chapter
- THE REVENGE OF ELVIS KLEIN
KATHY?
"But why? We agreed that I come over to check the house, some minutes ago. So why can't I purchase it, now that I have checked it and I'm pleased with it?"I'm sorry, Mr Wallace. The authorities have instructed us not to sell the house to you." "What the heck are you talking about? What authorities?! Look, don't play games with me, man. If you're not pleased with my price, then tell me to increase it and I will. Don't tell me you can't sell that house to me..."Before Roy could finish talking, he noticed two able-bodied men at the door of the house.They were dressed in dark suits and wearing stern expressions. They stood there as if they were sentinels guarding the mansion's threshold. Their presence was intimidating.Roy's initial surprise quickly gave way to indignation as he ended the call and approached the men. "What's the problem?" Roy asked with a frown."Who are you, and why are you here?"The taller of the two men, a burly figure with a stern face, stepped forward and prod
- THE REVENGE OF ELVIS KLEIN
TAKING OVER
The next day Elvis decided to visit The Elites' Estate. He had to start a new life now that his status had changed. On arrival at the estate, he met with the security guards who greeted him with so much respect as soon as he introduced himself. Mr. Paul Klein had called them earlier to inform them that Elvis was the new owner of the estate so he was going to be coming around. Therefore, as soon as Elvis introduced himself, they welcomed and bowed to him in respect. Elvis was dumbstruck by all he saw. The estate was magnificent, sprawling over acres of meticulously landscaped grounds, offering a breathtaking blend of natural beauty and architectural elegance. The mansion stood tall with its breathtaking ornate architecture. As Elvis approached the mansion, he noticed a sleek black car parked in front of the houses that lined the estate. It was a car that looked very familiar - the same white Ford vehicle he had seen at Mr. Dwayne's birthday party. He could tell by the plate numbe
- THE REVENGE OF ELVIS KLEIN
NEVER WILL
As the conversation between Elvis and Mr Paul continued, the tranquillity of the room was shattered by the sharp ring of Elvis's phone. Elvis's expression shifted from attentive engagement to reluctant distraction. The device was illuminated with the name "Leslie." Elvis furrowed his brows in surprise, wondering what his betrayer-wife was calling for. "Apologies, Uncle Paul," he said as he picked up the call. Almost immediately, he heard Leslie's voice. "Elvis Klein, you loser and low-life!" Elvis's eyes widened in shock at the sudden barrage of insults. He had anticipated a conversation and not a verbal assault. "Are you out of your mind?" Elvis confronted. "Well, I just addressed you by your names. Or have you forgotten them so quickly? Anyway, my lawyer has the divorce papers ready, so get ready to sign them this afternoon." "Thank you for letting me know," Elvis smiled. He was not bothered about the divorce. What was the point in keeping a slut as a wife, anyway? Anoth
- THE REVENGE OF ELVIS KLEIN
THE GRAND EMPIRE
Hansen, Mr Paul Klein's special assistant led him through a series of opulent hallways until they reached a set of double doors which he pushed open to reveal a lavishly furnished study. The room was a symphony of rich wood and leather, with bookshelves lining the walls from floor to ceiling. Behind an imposing mahogany desk sat Elvis' Uncle, a middle-aged man with salt-and-pepper hair and a perfectly tailored suit. "Elvis," Paul's voice was warm, his smile genuine, as he rose from his seat to approach Elvis. "It's been far too long." Paul enveloped Elvis in a warm hug. Elvis had always expected his uncle to be aloof, at least, a bit cold. But this display of affection was unexpected and comforting. "I apologize for not reaching out sooner," Paul said as they took their seats. "You see after your parents passed away, I lost track of you. I didn't know where you were or what had happened to you. For years, I searched, but I couldn't find you." Elvis felt a twinge of confusion. A
- THE REVENGE OF ELVIS KLEIN
ONE BILLION DOLLARS!
Still wearing tattered clothes, Elvis strode into the grand marble-floored bank, determined. The chandelier sparkled above him, and the air was filled with sounds of laughter, and prosperity. However, as soon as he entered, he noticed the indifferent glances from the bank staff. "Good morning. I'm here to open an account," Elvis announced, but the staff members who heard him acted as if he was invisible. In a split second, a customer walked up to the counter close to where Elvis was standing. "Hello, Miss. I'd like to open an account," the young man announced. He was wearing a designer suit and shoes. "You're very welcome, sir. Please take a seat," The staff answered quickly, as she brought out a form and swiftly attended to the wealthy man, with a smile. She was Helena Smith, one of the customer care representatives. She was a beautiful lady with a curvaceous body. Undeterred, Elvis stood in line, waiting for his turn to speak with the representative. He watched as others who c
- THE REVENGE OF ELVIS KLEIN
REAL OR FAKE?
Elvis could understand that it was Leslie who gave the security such an instruction. It was getting dark, almost 8 p.m. Elvis needed a place to rest his head until the next morning. He tried calling his closest friend and colleague at Toner Associates, but he couldn't reach him on the phone. He walked up to the company where he was yet to be sacked, if he would be given a place to lay his head for the night. After all, he still worked for them. After walking down the road, he arrived at Jensen's Company. Mr Klein, what are you doing here at this time of the night?" the gatekeeper asked. Even though Elvis was a familiar face in the company and known as a cleaner, he wasn't expected to be seen around the company premises at that time of the night. Mr. Jones, please, I need a place to sleep for the night. Can I sleep in the company's lounge until dawn?" "No, please. I was told not to let anyone in after the working hours." "But I work here, and you know me well. I just need a pla
- THE REVENGE OF ELVIS KLEIN
THE SACK LETTERS
Elvis stood outside the house, finding the whole scene he had just witnessed heartbreaking when he suddenly remembered why he came home in the first place - to pick up his work uniform. However, he had been distracted by the scene and had forgotten to pick up the uniform. He looked at his wristwatch and realized that he had been out of work for forty minutes, so he quickly boarded a taxi to return to work. "Hey, Elvis. Where have you been? Our boss has been asking about you," Pete, his colleague asked, as soon as he saw Elvis enter the hotel. "Really? Oh, my goodness. I just hope he hasn't found out that I left work..." "No, Elvis. It has nothing to do with that. He just came in a while ago and asked about you, and I told him you went to use the toilet." "Oh, thanks, Pete. That's kind of you. I'll go see him immediately," Elvis replied, feeling relieved and grateful that Pete had covered up for him. He knew that if his boss found out that he had left work for home, it would resu
- THE REVENGE OF ELVIS KLEIN
THREATENED
" "I'm going nowhere! You're so shameless, Leslie, to act in this manner after being caught in the act! You bring a man to have sex with you on our matrimonial bed, and you have the boldness to send me out. What pleasure do you derive from him that I cannot give you as a husband?" Elvis moved closer to Leslie, his eyes red with anger. "Since we got married, you haven't allowed me to have sex with you; and here you are, having sex with another man?! What does he have that I don't?..." "Eh... That's enough! Keep quiet! You must be crazy to compare your filthy self with this man. This man has a net worth of more than a billion dollars, and you, a pauper and God-forsaken human, stand here to compare yourself with him. All your entire life, you've never even been able to gather up to a thousand dollars in a month, and yet you try to compare yourself with him. Are you even qualified to clean his shoes?..." "Don't talk to me that way, Leslie. I'm still your husband!" But you never tol
- THE REVENGE OF ELVIS KLEIN
I'M HER HUSBAND
"Fiancé?" Elvis looked on in confusion.As soon as Leslie and Roy got to the front, Roy drew Leslie closer to himself and kissed her while everyone continued to cheer. Finally realizing what was going on, Elvis could no longer bear it, "What the hell are you all talking about?! I'm... I'm Leslie's husband! How can Roy be Leslie's fiance? Are you all insane?" Elvis's words seemed to be swallowed up by the cheers of everyone present at the party. "Leslie and Roy will be getting married in a couple of months!" Mrs Dwayne continued.At this announcement, Roy and Leslie kissed even more passionately as Elvis's face turned red with anger. While Elvis moved closer to the front, the room erupted into more commotion. Everyone present at the party walked to the front, their faces beaming with joy as they congratulated Leslie and Roy. "I said, I'm Leslie's husband!" Elvis spoke even louder as he moved to the front, perhaps he wasn't heard initially. Roy looked at Leslie in bewilderment, his
