The Disguised Elite

Chapter 01

The evening sun began to rests as Gerald enters his rich families compound, excited to see his son.

But all he gets is a shock!

His eyes sees as his clothes and belongings were being destroyed and thrown outside.

He suspected a robbery but the mansion he and his family occupied had too much security Available to protect his wife and son.

Although by the look of things… It seems like a meeting was being held in his home, but destroying his properties was something he could not understand clearly till he reached.

"Why are you destroying my things?" Gerald asked as he looked at the security man who didn't speak a word to him.

"Pow!" He grabs one, slamming him to the ground before rooting the second and punching the third causing the men to fear.

"Are you mad! Who gave you the order to raid my things!?" Gerald fires at the injured man.

"Your wife gave the order!" The man answered before Gerald heard a loud cry from the house.

"I need my inhaler!" He heard faintly from the house before he rushed in to find his son over the staircase, struggling for his life.

Gerald's heart began to pound so hard as he grabbed his son to himself before he immediately searched through the stairs for his inhaler, as panic hit him hard.

"Nelson, where is your inhaler?" He asked his child who was convulsing for his life as his tears began to rush out from his eyes.

He leaves son and immediately begins to scatter through the room to find the inhaler but he couldn't find it and this made him more worried as he knew he was running out of time, since Nelson's life was at stake.

“Barbra, our son!” Gerald screamed for the help of his wife as he carried his child over his arms rushing through the stairs till he reached downstairs searching for the inhaler and his wife who was nowhere to be found.

“Barbra!” He shouted out his wife's name over and over again, only for him to see her, walking out to him, so calming in a crop show-Back top, acting uneven to his panicked reactions to save his son.

She looked at her husband and all she wanted was for him to Disappear from her life.

“I couldn't find his inhaler, it seems he has been choking, let's rush him to the hospital.” Gerald said to her as he rushed towards his car.

"Why should I care?" His wife fired at him.

"What!?" Gerald asked, shocked.

"Can't you see he is dying! Hold him, I need your car keys!" Gerald said to his wife as she turned to walk away from him and nelson.

"I need you to get out for good! Or you will hate what I will do to you!" Barbra threatened as Gerald stared at his wife shaking.

"Barbra! It's our son, I am talking about!" Gerald said as he forcefully removed the keys from her hand, collecting Nelson which she held like her child had become a luggage, then she followed him out, yelling for him to return the car keys he took from her.

"Allow me to take my son for treatment!" Gerald said as he placed his son in the back seat, with Barbra entering the car as well as Gerald drove straight to the hospital.

Immediately they reached, he got out of his wife's car and handed her back her key as tears filled his eyes seeing how much his wife was disappointing him right before his face.

“You better keep breathing son! I can't lose you now.” Gerald begged his son over the patient bed that was brought to rush him into the patient room, as Gerald followed the attendants watching through the glass wall.

Gerald watches as the doctor places an inhaler over Nelson before falling to his knees molding his hand into a hard punch as tries to control his fear whilst holding onto his long sleeve so hard that the buttons flew off its holds.

The doctor attending to his son walks out to meet Gerald, taking him where to sit.

“Doctor, my son's asthma has never been as serious as it looks now… I could see the veins over his chest region turning green." Gerald tells the doctor as the doctor calms him down.

"What's happening to my son?" Gerald asked as he held the doctor's hand so closely.

"I am so sorry to tell you that due to his discontinued treatment, his lung airways were inflamed and it resulted in cancer and it needs to be surgically removed.” The doctor said to him and Gerald turned to look at Barbra, the person he had always given money for Nelson's continuous treatment.

Gerald was trying to keep himself in order, he wanted to focus on ensuring his son was okay before he walked a step closer to the doctor.

"I can't believe my little boy will have such an illness Doctor, no wonder he complained of his hair falling off." Gerald said before he looked at his wife again, not trying to think that she actually didn't take Nelson for regular checkups all through the monies he gave.

“Well, the surgical operation would cost the sum of one million dollars, this is because we would need to replace his inflamed lungs with a healthy one.” The doctor replies.

“Wow! Where would I get such an amount?" Gerald said before he recalled he had emergency savings kept for his family.

“A million dollars just for cancer, like that's too much to waste." She shamelessly said.

“Are you insinuating that our son's life is a waste? Can't you see how important he is in our lives?" Gerald asked his wife, shocked.

Gerald not wasting a second, called the bank manager in charge of their emergency account and the news he heard shoke him as he slowly dropped his phone back to his side.

"Why?" He asked his wife.

"Why! Don't you dare look away! Where's our one point five million dollar emergency savings?" He asked her, holding his hurt.

"He said you had withdrawn all our emergency money for what!?" He yelled at her while she stayed silent before bashing back at him.

"You better shut it! I used the money!" She said to Gerald who was running mad.

"To buy what!?" He asked back.

"I added over $50,000 dollars to the money to get myself this bag." Barbra said as Gerald looked at the little bag she held to herself.

"Hahaha! So you even added over fifty thousand dollars to our emergency savings of one point five million to get this little bag." Gerald said as he grabbed his hair.

He wasn't sure if he was running mad or if he was only upset and losing his mind as his legs felt weak, almost fainting before the doctor held him, placing him over a seat.

"You're so heartless… You had treats over my sweat, used money I saved for our family to buy one bag." Gerald began to cry as he sat down, with his tears dropping to the floor as the doctor excused himself from them, irritated by his wife's ridiculous act.

“You knew very well that I come from a rich family and filthy rich spoiled daughters like me."

"Can buy anything I please… Unlike you who has to beg to drive my car!" She mocked him.

"Do you think I don't know how poor you are!?" She insulted him and he got to his feet furious.

"No Barbra! I worked hard, I saved and I had one point five million dollars of my sweat! And if there's any cause on why I am broke now… the heartless reason would be you!" Gerald fires as he collects her bag and tore it into two.

“Pow!" Barbra lands him a hot slap!

"Our son can go to hell!" She yelled at him.

"Boom!" She lands him another slap before pushing him away as she rushes to carry her bag and as soon as she did that... She removes her sharp eye pencil inside and slams her bag hardly to his face, forcing Gerald to cover his face.

Then she stabs the eye pencil into his arm, causing him to bleed out blood.

He couldn't help but be disappointed.

He was sure he married a witch for a wife.