"Are you alright? Why on earth would you spill the drink all over the table like that?" Melissa, a middle-aged woman, exclaimed in a sharp, scolding tone.
*Paaaah!*
Melissa’s hand swiftly struck Rick’s cheek, the loud slap resounded through the conference room.
"My father is no longer alive, so don't you dare think you can act all high and mighty around us," Melissa, his mother-in-law, uttered, her eyes narrowing with anger. As the late patriarch's daughter, she seemed intent on asserting her dominance over the situation.
Laura, who was standing by the corner, could do nothing but swallow the pain of seeing her husband get slapped. Laura stood by the corner, her eyes cast down as her family members ignored her.
Rick just stood there, holding his cheek, knowing he was in no position to retaliate. He could only endure the humiliation in silence. Rick Armstrong was merely a live-in son-in-law who had married Laura from the Eldwolf family. The marriage had been arranged due to a vow made by his grandfather and Laura’s grandfather, who had pledged that their grandchildren would marry to solidify their friendship bond.
Laura held no real power in the family; after all, she was the illegitimate child of Melissa’s husband. Melissa never treated Laura as her own, but Laura’s late grandfather, Mike Eldwolf, had been the only one who cherished her.
"Laura, I don't know why you can't teach your good-for-nothing husband proper manners," Damian, Laura's stepbrother, sneered from his seat at the conference table. He then stood up and went where Laura was standing, pushing her head backwards.
"Sorry for your favorite isn't here," Damian laughed, as the other family members joined in.
Laura could only stand there, holding back her tears. "I wish Grandpa was here. All of this wouldn't have happened."
"Please, she isn't at fault here. I'm the one," Rick, who stood apart from the commotion, tried to persuade Damian to stop.
"Oh, the fly is trying to act all mature now," Damian scoffed. "Haha, don't try to act like you are some kind of hero"
The chaos in the room was suddenly interrupted,
*Eeeeemmmmh!*
the sound of someone clearing his throat.
All eyes turned to the far end of the conference table, where the middle-aged lawyer sat calmly, observing everyone.
"Excuse me everyone, may I have your attention," the lawyer said. "I think it’s time we get to the reason we’re all here."
The Eldwolf family members reluctantly settled back into their seats. The lawyer cleared his throat again before continuing.
"As you're aware, we've gathered today to go over the final wishes of Mr. Mike Eldwolf." He paused,
"It’s crucial that we handle this process with respect because whatever that is being said here is what he wants and he knows the best"
Damian turned to Rick, his eyes narrowed. "You're lucky that there are more important things to deal with right now, but mark my words, I will watch you and I will make sure you regret the day you ever set foot in this family."
Damian leaned back in his chair and said, "Can we just get on with it? I don’t have time to waste listening to a dead man’s last words."
The lawyer gave Damian a stern look, unfazed by his dismissive tone. "Very well. If you'll all please direct your attention to the documents before you, I will read the relevant portions of the will."
Rick glance at Laura who was a bit nervous as she stood beside him. He then gently held her hands to comfort her.
Once again, the lawyer cleared his throat and started as he shuffled the documents and read
"I, Mike Eldwolf, being of sound mind and body, do hereby declare this to be my last will. To my beloved grandson-in-law, Rick Armstrong, I leave my most prized possession, the Sky Limitless Hotel."
"What!" A collective gasp went through the room, and Melissa's face began bright red. "What?! That can't be right! Rick is nothing but a commoner, how dare can he be given the hotel?"
The lawyer raised a hand, silencing Melissa's outburst. "Please, let me continue. To my grandson-in-law, Rick Armstrong, I leave the Sky Limitless Hotel, which constitutes 50% of my total net worth. The remaining 50% will be divided equally among the Eldwolf family members."
Rick's eyes widened in shock as his heart skipped a beat.
"This is not possible. Did I here clearly?"
The other family members let out a chorus of objections and whispers.
Damian slammed his fist on the table as he was extremely angry
"This is an outrage! How can Grandpa give off half of his estate to that worthless outsider?"
The lawyer waited patiently for the commotion to die down before speaking again. "I understand your concerns, but I must remind you that this was the express wish of the late Mr. Eldwolf. As his legal representative, I am bound to carry out his instructions."
Melissa stood up, her chair scraping against the floor. "This is unacceptable! Rick doesn't deserve a single penny of my father's in-laws wealth. He's nothing but a leech, trying to take what's rightfully ours!"
Rick and Laura looked at each other were shocked and surprised that they felt like they couldn't catch there breath. Rick's hands trembled as he gripped Laura's, his heart racing. "I don't understand... How could your grandfather have left me the hotel? This doesn't make any sense."
Laura's eyes widened as tears dropped down from them
"I don't know, Rick. But this means... this means we won't have to worry anymore. We can finally have a future together, without the constant fear of being cast out by my family."
"You! How dare you and your good-for-nothing husband charm my father into giving him the hotel?" Melissa exclaimed, her eyes narrowing at Laura.
*Paaaah!*
Melissa's hand swiftly struck Laura's cheek, the loud slap echoing through the conference room. The other members of the Eldwolf family sat around the table, their eyes widening at the sudden outburst.
"My father-in-law is no longer alive, so don't you dare think you can act all high and mighty around us," Melissa, Laura's mother, uttered, her eyes narrowing.
Rick stepped forward, his voice firm. "That's enough, Melissa. You'd better be careful about laying your hands on my wife, especially now that I'm the majority shareholder of this family's prized possession - the Sky Limitless Hotel."
Melissa's face contorted with rage. "How dare you speak to me like that, you worthless son-in-law? This family will never accept you or your wife as rightful heirs to my father-in-law legacy!"
Rick stood his ground, "Well, you better start accepting it, because the will is legally binding. Any attempts to challenge it will be futile. Laura and I are the ones who will be calling the shots from now on."
The lawyer, who had been observing the exchange, cleared his throat. "Mr. Armstrong is correct. The entire weight of the law will be applied to any interference with or attempts to overthrow the legally valid will. I would advise you all to tread carefully."
Melissa glared at Rick and Laura, as she thought in her mind,
"I will take both of you out if the picture just wait and see"
Later that evening, Melissa, Damian, and several other Eldwolf family members gathered in the luxurious living room of the Eldwolf mansion. Melissa paced back and forth as she was furious."That worthless Rick... How dare he stand up to me like that?" she hissed through her clenched teeth. "And to think my father had the audacity to leave him the hotel! This must be some sick joke!"Damian leaned back in his chair, arms crossed and a scowled."We can't let this slide, Mother. That hotel should belong to us. Rick and Laura are nothing but parasites. We need to figure out a way to ruin him and take back what’s rightfully ours."Aunt Vivian, who had been silently observing, finally spoke up. "We need to be careful. Rick may be a fool, but he’s now in a powerful position. If we’re going to take him down, we need to do it strategically."Melissa paused her pacing and turned to face them, a wicked smile slowly spreading across her face. "I know exactly what to do," she said as she placed
Rick awoke to the bright sunlight of a new day, his head pounding from the remnants of the previous night’s alcohol. As his eyes adjusted to the brightness, he noticed the room was in complete disarray. Clothes were strewn across the floor—Laura’s dresses, and all her inner wears too now lay on the ground.The sight of her garments, especially the soft pink dress she had worn the night before, sent a chill down his spine. Something was terribly wrong.He sat up, realizing he was wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. His mind struggled to piece together the events of the night before, but it was all a blur. “What happened?” he muttered to himself. He couldn’t recall anything, no matter how hard he tried. His heart raced as he scanned the room, his eyes landing on Laura.She was lying on the floor, partially covered by a blanket. Her hair was disheveled, and her makeup was smeared across her face, which could tell that she had been crying for hours. The sight of her in such a state mad
Rick stood frozen, still trying to process what was happening. The man in the suit knelt before him, his head bowed, pleading for forgiveness."Young master, please forgive me for coming so late. I know I can’t take back the time you spent in jail; please have mercy on me. I tried everything possible to find you, but I couldn’t." The man’s voice trembled slightly, as he knelt down.Rick’s brow furrowed. He had no memory of this man, "What's going on? Do I know you? And why are you calling me 'young master'? I'm just a poor orphan."The man, still kneeling, looked up with sorrow in his eyes. "Young Master, my name is Charles, and I served your grandfather for over fifty years. I was his personal butler and confidant. Twenty years ago, your grandfather made a bold investment in a company—a company that he believed would secure the future of your family for generations."Rick remained silent, as Charles continued."Your grandfather put everything he had into that company. He even took
Rick sat back in his chair, as he had just finished his meal and the remnants still laid out before him on the large dining table in the grand estate. The house, with its massive rooms, expensive furniture, and quiet elegance, was far removed from the cold, sterile walls of the prison he had known for years. Yet, despite the luxury that surrounded him, Rick’s expression was calm, almost indifferent. The years behind bars had hardened him, molded him into someone who could no longer be fazed by wealth or grandeur. It was as if the hardships of prison life had prepared him for this exact moment.He wiped his face with the napkin, placed it neatly on the table, and called out, “Mr. Charles.”The butler appeared almost instantly, stepping quietly into the room with his hands folded neatly in front of him. “Yes, young master?”Rick leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table as he fixed his eyes on Charles. “I want to know if you have any information about my wife. How is Lau
Laura’s tears flowed freely now, her body trembling in Rick’s arms. She had never imagined he would return, let alone find her in such a pitiful state. And the little boy—their son—stood quietly at her side, watching the sceneElvis tugged at Rick’s pant leg and looked up at him with innocence only a child could have. “Daddy,” he said softly, “I don’t want Mommy to suffer anymore.”Rick’s heart shattered at the boy’s words. He had never thought he would have a child, and during his five long years in prison, he had been completely unaware that Laura had borne him a son. The weight of it all crashed down on him, and for the first time in a long time, Rick wept. He held Elvis tightly in his arms, holding him close, as he embraced Laura too. “I swear to both of you,” Rick said, his voice trembling, “I will never let you suffer again. Never. Under my watch, no one will harm you. I’m sorry, Laura. I’m sorry for leaving you all alone, for everything.”Laura, still overwhelmed by everything
Rick sat in his office, sipping a glass of whiskey while staring out of the large windows that framed the view of the city below. His mind wandered, though it always circled back to the same thoughts—his family, the struggles he had endured.When he heard a soft knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, and his butler, Charles, stepped in, his posture as impeccable as ever."Sir," Charles began, "there's an important event this evening that you may want to attend. It’s a gathering of several influential figures—one of those boat parties that serve as a social event for business discussions. It’s important for you to show your presence as the new heir."Rick sighed, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. "I’m not interested in showing my face to the world as the heir, Charles. I prefer to stay out of the spotlight for now."Charles smiled softly, unfazed. "You don’t need to make an entrance as the heir, sir. You could simply attend for fun, enjoy the party, and remain incognito. It
As Laura stared at the luxury cruiser, she turned to Rick, as she was completely confused"Is this really the venue?" she asked, pointing toward the large boat where people were walking up the stairs leading onto the deck. Everything about the scene seemed larger than life, and it felt surreal to her.Rick smiled warmly at her and nodded. "Yes, Laura, this is the place," he said with a playful tone. "This is a big surprise."Still stunned, Laura narrowed her eyes slightly and asked, "Why did you keep it a secret? You could’ve told me."Rick chuckled, leaning in closer to her. "I wanted to see the look on your face when I surprised you," he admitted, "And trust me, it was worth it."Laura let out a small laugh, though a nervous one. She looked up at the cruiser. She had never been to an affluent party like this, so she felt a pulse pound in her wrist. Rick, sensing her fear, placed his hand gently on her lower back. "You shouldn't be frightened..it's just a party" he reassured her.
As Rick calmly sipped his drink, a slight smirk on his face, the room remained silent, shocked by the sudden turn of events. Damian, now lying on the floor, blood trickling from his nose and lip, groaned in pain as he tried to push himself up. “Y-you idiot!” Damian shuttered as his voice was strained. “I didn’t do anything—this wasn’t my fault!”Mark glared down at him, his chest pounding up and down “You’ve embarrassed my family! You’ve ruined the deal with the Tycoon Business Empire, all because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut!”From the corner of the room, a group of security guards rushed in. Two of the guards moved toward Damian, lifting him up by the arms.“Take him out of here,” Mark commanded, as he thought that he was in control.The guards nodded and began dragging Damian toward the exit. Damian struggled weakly against their grip, but he was too dazed and battered to put up much of a fight. His eyes darted around the room, searching for some form of support, but everyon