The Billionaire's Retribution

She really doesn't love me

The time was 7pm and Marcus was already dressed up in his usual work clothing, just a simple blue shirt and a black jeans, he grabbed his camera and bag, before coming out of his house. The client had already sent the location for him, it was to be held at 'Rainbow hills' a five star restaurant.

A yellow taxi stopped, as Marcus stepped out of it, he brought out some change in his pocket and paid the driver.

Arriving at the restaurant, a sudden wave of discomfort swept over him. Rainbow Hills stood as one of the most opulent and pricey restaurants in Starling City, and Marcus had never set foot in a place of such grandeur before.

As Marcus approached the imposing entrance of Rainbow Hills, the security guard's scrutiny intensified, his eyes lingering on Marcus with an air of disdain. The guard's dismissive gaze, starting from Marcus's scuffed shoes, traveled up to his frayed jeans and faded shirt, as if mentally tallying up the cost of his outfit and finding it utterly lacking.

 His entire outfit wasn't even up to $15, what was he doing here?.

Nevertheless, they allowed his entry. Stepping inside felt like stepping into another world, and Marcus felt overwhelmed.

 His feet seemed glued to the floor, the titles beneath him shining with a pristine cleanliness that far surpassed the state of his own attire.

His phone ranged and he picked, it was the client, he gave him a direction of where he was. "Alright sir" he then hung up.

Marcus followed his direction, and then the man waved at him after seeing him, he had described his outfit's color to the man, in case he saw him first.

Marcus then walked towards there, a lady was seated next to the man, Marcus felt really jealous, the man's outfit was spelling nothing but riches, the table was decorated with expensive wines and dishes that can pay up Marcus's expenses for a year. 

The man was wearing a very expensive suit, although Marcus hasn't bought one before, but he recognized the brand, it was a Loro piana suit, which costs more than a whooping $50,000 that's like hundred times of Marcus entire life's earning, he couldn't stop to imagine how rich this guy was, and he was blessed to be called by him, which means his commission will also be high.

"Good evening sir and ma" Marcus greeted with a slight bow, after approaching the couples.

"Evening Marcus, I'm glad you can make it here. So this is my fiance here Hannah" his last word was a bombshell to Marcus.

Marcus then focused his attention on the woman trying to see her face properly, and it was Hannah, his wife, or ex wife.

"Ha.. Hannah?" He called out.

She was looking so different, so gorgeous, indeed all she needed was money to attain her full beauty, Marcus had never seen his ex wife so beautiful for almost a year now.

"Hello Marcus, this is Maxwell, my fiance and soon to be husband" she said with a smile. She was also wearing an expensive black gown with lots of jewelry, it had just been a few hours after their divorce and she's already getting married to another man?

"What's the meaning of this?" Marcus asked.

"You should thank me Marcus, I gave your number to him, so you could have a work, and feed yourself at least" she chuckled mockingly.

"It had only been a few hours after our divorce, and you're already dating someone else?” Marcus said.

“Actually, we've been dating for more than a week now” Hannah replied.

“You really have no shame!”

"That's just evidence to show that you've been an obstacle to my life for so long. You see Maxwell here was a client of mine who I was sent to him the industry to satisfy his sexual needs, fortunately he finds me interesting and decided he wants me all by himself. But now we've decided to move it to the next level" she said proudly.

Maxwell was a spoiled billionaire boss, who was fund of hiring young girls to satisfy him then he payed them for their services. But the case of Hannah was different, that one night stand was the best he had ever experienced and he had to make her stop working their and promise to give her anything she wanted if she'll just be his only. Initially Hannah declined the offer, but she later agreed agte realizing he was a million times richer and better than Marcus.

"Was this thing your husband?" Maxwell asked, referring to Marcus.

Hannah felt so embarrassed, she couldn't even believe she had stoop so low to marry such a worthless man like Marcus.

"I'm not a thing mister!" Marcus corrected frowning his face.

"Hey mind how you talk to my husband to be Marc, don't raise your voice at him" Hannah said.

"Listen to her young man, otherwise you might receive the beating of a lifestyle" Maxwell warned.

"I'd like to see you try that, you should be ashamed planning to get married to a public figure" Marcus lashed back.

"Just take some pictures with us, get paid and get out of here" Hannah taunted.

"So this is all your plans, to humiliate me further" Marcus asked.

"I'm not humiliating you Marc, it's the Truth. Maxwell here is the manager of H&M fashion world, the biggest fashion company in the city, he is a billionaire and you are just a poor, trash, worthless man with a camera, you are not on his level" she taunted him more, and Maxwell and her broke into laughter.

"How did you even cope with marrying this thing, can he even afford a meal?" Maxwell said as Marcus boiled in anger.

"I said don't call me a thing!" Marcus couldn't hold it anymore, he grabbed Maxwell by his collar and pulled him away from the table.

"You a*s hole billionaire! Shame on you!" 

Marcus then buried his fist in Maxwell's face, as he fell helplessly on the table breaking the wines on it.

"What are you doing?" Hannah yelled, but Marcus didn't stop.

"I'm not done with you" Marcus pulled him up again and threw him on the floor, before raining multiple angry fueled punches on his face. Seeing this Maxwell's bouncers came rushing to their master's aid. Marcus was in trouble. 

Hannah rushed to Marcus giving him a hot slap on his face, not one, not two but three. Marcus felt paralyzed after that, it was as if her slap calmed him down, after that she ran to Maxwell and helped him up to his feet. 

Maxwell pushed her hands away; he had just been embarrassed by a nobody.

The bouncer didn't waste any time in hitting Marcus, they punched and kicked him, he received the beating of a lifetime Maxwell was warning him about.

"Take him out of here, and make sure he is beating to a pulp!" Maxwell ordered.

One of the bouncers intentionally stepped on his camera and then he was taken outside of the restaurant.

Marcus was in so much trouble now.