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 Laura faring?”
Charles hesitated for a moment before speaking, carefully choosing his words. “Young master... according to the research I’ve done, Laura isn’t doing well.” He paused, watching Rick’s face for a reaction, but Rick remained still. “She’s been working as a maid at the Eldwolf mansion. From what I’ve gathered, she’s being treated... poorly. Her son—”
Rick's hand froze in mid-air as he reached for his glass of water. His heart thudded loudly in his chest, and he set the glass down gently, his eyes narrowing. “Her son?”
“Yes, young master. Laura has a son, a boy around five years old. He’s been maltreated as well, from what I’ve learned.”
*Paaaah!*
The sound of glass shattering filled the room as Rick’s hand involuntarily crushed the glass he had been holding, shards of it scattering across the table. A deep, sharp pain lanced through his hand as blood dripped from his knuckles, but Rick barely noticed.
The table shook as he slammed his other fist down on it.
“She has a child?” he was surprised
“How... how could I not know?”
His mind raced through the possibilities. Could the child be his? Was this something that had happened after he was imprisoned? Even if the boy wasn’t his by blood, the thought of Laura—his Laura—being mistreated, and her son suffering as well, filled him with a rage so potent he could hardly contain it.
Charles remained silent, watching Rick carefully. He knew better than to interrupt him. After a few moments, Rick straightened up, his face now was now as cold as someone who had just passed through hell.
“Even if the boy isn’t mine,” Rick said slowly, “I will take care of him. I will protect both of them.”
“They will pay for making my wife their slave. Everyone one last one of them would regret leaving in this world” Rick clenched his feast.
Charles nodded. “What would you like to do, young master?”
“Get the car ready,” Rick commanded, his voice firm. “We’re going to the Eldwolf mansion.”
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At the Eldwolf mansion, Laura stood in the corner of the large dining room, her clothes tattered and dirt-streaked, her eyes downcast as she clutched the hand of a small boy. He couldn’t have been more than five years old.
Across the room, Melissa Eldwolf sat at a lavishly set table, sipping from a glass of wine as if nothing in the world could disturb her peace. Her eyes flicked over to Laura with disdain, her lips curling into a cruel smile.
“My son hasn’t eaten since morning,” Laura pleaded softly, her voice trembling as she stepped forward. “Please... he’s just a child. Let me get him something to eat.”
Melissa’s eyes glinted with malice as she set her glass down on the table with a deliberate clink. “He can eat with the dogs, for all I care,” she said coldly. “Or, better yet... he can eat 'like' one.”
Laura’s heart sank as she looked down at her son, who was staring at the floor, his small body trembling. She tried to hold back her tears, but they threatened to spill over as she fought to keep her composure.
Laura found out that she was pregnant after Rick was sent to prison. She had despised Rick for putting her in this situation. But, when she saw the true colors of her family for bearing a child for Rick, she had suffered ever since that day. Meanwhile, Melissa claimed ownership of the company.
Melissa, enjoying Laura’s misery, picked up her glass again and swirled the remaining wine around before casually dumping it onto the floor in front of her. “If you want your precious son to eat, then you’ll clean this up. With your dress.”
Laura’s son tugged at her hand, his small voice barely audible. “Mom... don’t do it. I’m not hungry anymore.”
The boy’s words cut deep into Laura’s heart, and she bent down to comfort him, cupping his small face with her hands. “It’s okay,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “ All is going to be okay.”
She turned back to the mess on the floor, with the shame and humiliation. Slowly, she sank to her knees, her hands trembling as she reached for the hem of her already ragged gown. Cleaning the floor like an animal, for the sake of her child’s well-being, wasn't what she had expected would happen to her in her wildest dream, but she knew she had no choice.
Just as she lowered her head to the floor, the front doors of the mansion burst open with a thunderous bang, startling everyone in the room. Laura froze, her hands still gripping her dress, her body shaking as she lifted her eyes.
In the doorway stood a man—a man she thought she would never see again.
Rick.
His figure was framed by the light pouring in from outside, and for a moment, Laura could hardly believe her eyes. He was older, more hardened, but his face was unmistakable. His gaze swept across the room, searching for something—someone.
And then, his eyes found her.
Laura’s breath caught in her throat as their gazes locked. Tears welled up in her eyes as she saw the shock, the pain, and the anger that flashed across Rick’s face. His eyes darted down to her filthy gown, then to the small boy at her side, and the shattered remains of a glass on the floor. It was too much to bear.
Rick’s chest tightened painfully as he took in the scene before him. Laura—his beautiful, strong Laura—reduced to this. Her son, their son, standing by her side with wide, terrified eyes. His heart broke in that moment, and without realizing it, tears began to form in his own eyes. He took a step forward, but the weight of everything he had missed, everything that had happened in his absence, pressed down on him like a crushing force.
“Laura...” he whispered, his voice hoarse.
Melissa, who had been sitting silently in shock, suddenly shot up from her seat, her expression quickly twisting into one of fury and panic. “What is the meaning of this?” she demanded, her voice sharp. “How dare you—”
But before she could finish, Rick’s hand slammed down on the table with a force that silenced her immediately.
“If you dare,I promise I will kill you" he confronted Melissa.
He immediately knelt beside Laura, gently lifting her to her feet as tears streamed down her face.
“I’m sorry,”
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
"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
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