Julius could not believe his eyes, and it was as if he were having some kind of nightmare. However, as much as he wanted to wake up, he did not. “Is this a dream? Is this real?" he said suddenly, even more confusingly.
“Of course not; this is not a dream, you moron." said Olivia as she crafted her face into an irritating stare because the presence of Julius in the hotel room already disgusted her.
Immediately, his heart jumped out of his body as it began to pound heavily like African drums in the jungle.
At this moment, his composure was all messed up, like a device infested with a virus. He opened his mouth for words, but nothing came out other than his jaws dropping in more shock.
Again, he looked at Alexander standing before him. Seeing his naked chest again and his obvious six-packs spoke volumes, like he had been working out for this day to come, and he was ready to f**k Olivia aggressively like they were in some kind of sex competition.
In the same way Julius looked at Alexander, he looked at Olivia again on the hotel bed. Seeing that she was only covered with a white towel and that she was comfortable on the bed made his eyes suddenly become reddish and teary, like he was going to cry like a child.
“No! This cannot be!” Julius suddenly exclaimed.
“You are not... You are not cheating on me. Olivia, are… are… you?” He asked, his voice stammering like he was incapable of fluent words.
“Cheating on you?” Olivia asked, her voice low and cold as she gently rose from the bed and walked towards the door. “There are no words like cheating on a broke guy like you, Julius. I am about to make love with someone capable of dating me. That is not cheating, that is me going for who I want.” She said further.
Standing right beside Alexander, and even in the presence of Julius, she took her right hand and placed it on Alexander's arm, and with her other hand she began to rub his bare chest. Simultaneously, she looked at Julius with disdain, dragging her gaze on him from head to toe before hissing at him like a snake.
“Why won’t you just deliver the condoms we ordered and step out of this room so that Alexander can have sex with me?” Olivia said nonchalantly as she gracefully moved her lips towards Alexander’s, and they both kissed like romantic movie stars.
Julius's eyes almost dropped from their sockets. Not only had Olivia shattered his heart on this special day, she also felt no remorse about it and took pleasure in f**king someone else not him.
“Why are you doing this, Olivia?” Julius sounded.
I tried my best to make you happy. I gave you everything you wanted, and…”
“Just shut you poor rat.” Olivia Interrupted immediately.
“If i were to be your sister, would you advise me to date you?” Her voice sounded so unapologetic
“Listen to me and listen very well. A broke, good-for-nothing person like you should not date a pretty girl like me.”
“There is absolutely nothing you can offer me.”
“Can you afford what Alexander gave me, even though we have only met for two days?”
Julius couldn't believe his ears. Olivia and he had been dating since their first year in university, and now they were in their final year. How on earth could she ask if he can afford what Alexander gave her even if they just met for two days?
“You heard me right, Julius. Alexander gave me $5000 in cash; he even bought me the Rolex wristwatch I have been dying to have.”
“But I already bought it and wanted to give it to you today as your birthday present.” Julius immediately reached into his pocket and brought out the watch.
As he showed it, Olivia and Alexander burst into mocking laughter.
“Don't embarrass yourself like this, man. Just drop the pack of condoms and leave because this is a fake Rolex. Look at the color; look at the design. How much does it even cost?”
“$50? Oh! My bad, that is too much for a Rolex like this.”
“Is it not $15?” Alexander said it with a smirk, obviously written all over his face like he enjoyed every piece of words he shot at Julius.
“No!” Julius exclaimed, staring at Olivia with his reddish eyes.
“I got this for $3650. I saved up for this, Olivia. Please don’t do this to me,” Julius shamelessly begged.
“$3650?” Olivia sounded.
“So what? Look here, you poor bastard,” Olivia’s voice rose higher.
“Even if you save up for your entire life, you still can’t afford to buy an original Rolex wristwatch. Your mind is not even capable of knowing how much this original Rolex wristwatch costs.” Olivia's words hit Julius in the heart like daggers. Even so, it did not mean that she stopped talking.
“And you want me to stay with a poor guy like you? Do you not take a very good look at me? Such a beautiful girl like me? Don’t you see that I am a spec? I am too good-looking for you, Julius. Find your type in the gutter because Alexander is the guy who should be talking to me.”
“Don’t talk to him like that, babe. He is going to cry, isn’t he?” Alexander smirked even wider as he leaned, staring closer into Julius's eyes before exploding into mocking laughter.
“Now, hear this, broke boy; I don’t want to see you near this beautiful, gorgeous lady anymore. In fact, I will make sure you lose your job so that you can stay as far away from her as possible. If you insist or try anything funny, I will have my boys gang up against you and beat the hell out of you.”
“Now, put the condoms down and f**k outta here.” Alexander bullied as his eyes suddenly changed into a daring warning.
“Should we tell him, babe?" Alexander smirked at Julius again. Then he directed his eyes to Olivia, holding her close by stretching his hand to her buttocks.
"Tell him what, babe?" Olivia asked in a responsive, smirking gesture.
"The price of the Rolex I bought for you. So he can think all night long about it, and in the morning, he can plan how to rob a bank and change his life story,” Alexander said mockingly.
"Evil you, Alex. Now come to me and f**k me like a hooker!" Olivia laughed as she pulled Alexander closer to herself, kissing and leading him gently and slowly to the bed, while Julius watched with a shattered heart like fragile glass, scattered in pieces.
Shamelessly, Julius placed the pack of condoms on the floor as they wanted and closed the door behind him as he left the room. There was nothing he could do. He was the guy with the cute face but no strong arm like Alexander Reed. Moreover, everybody knew Alexander Reed to be the spoiled brat on campus. He easily got any lady he wanted because of his riches and also because of his broad chest and muscled arm. Even if Julius had not thought about how influential Alexander’s family was and had not blindly raised his arm into a punch on his face, he knew it was certain for him to be beaten into a pulp by Alexander while Olivia would mock him even further. “Olivia, why?” Julius unconsciously said her name again, letting out a heavy sigh as he continued to walk through the hotel grand corridor. After that, he began to reflect on how Olivia had treated him like trash. Thus, he muttered, “How can she do this to me?” Being broken like a jar that fell from a skyscraper was an understatement
The next morning, the city felt like a breath of fresh air. Puddles reflected the city lights, and the air was cool and crisp. It was indeed a welcome relief from the previous night’s heavy downpour. Hence, the streets, now washed clean, shimmered under the morning sun, creating a familiar yet rejuvenated cityscape.Julius rose from his poor mattress and got ready to visit the rightful place his father had told him to go. His father, a wealthy tycoon, had sent him to poverty training since he was ten years of age, as it was according to their family tradition. Their belief in this training was that a wealthy heir without poverty training might someday lead the family’s companies and resources into bankruptcy. For this reason, if the heir trained in poverty and embraced street orientation and smartness, he would be able to overcome all challenges, and the companies would thrive even further under his leadership.For ten years, Julius had been in poverty training without any resources f
“C’mon, Alexander, let him be. He is probably here to ask for a janitor's role at this prestigious bank. He needs to work his butt off to be able to afford this original Rolex wristwatch you bought for me. Hahaha. So, let's leave him. We have a party to attend, remember?” Olivia said as she placed her hands on Alexander’s chest and kissed his cheek after her words.Though it still hurt to see a woman he loves kissing another guy and being all lovey-dovey with him in his presence, Julius only looked aside as he made his entry into the Fortuna Elite Bank.The interior of Fortuna Elite Bank welcomed visitors with a blend of opulence and modern comfort. The polished marble floors echoed each footstep, leading to plush leather chairs arranged like islands in a sea of prestige. Soft ambient lighting created a warm atmosphere, while the air hummed with the quiet efficiency of transactions.The teller counters, gleaming like polished mahogany, stood as bastions of financial service, inviting
Hearing what the man said, Julius quickly intervened. He knew that, though Mrs. Mona was rude to him, all she did was try to protect the bank by sending out a dirty-looking scumbag like him.“No, that’s okay, Mr. Noah. Let her keep her job. She is pardoned this time,” Julius said calmly, like a master disallowing his senior student from punishing the younger one.“Oh! If that’s what you want, sir, she is pardoned, of course." The man stammered and bowed once again, like a student acknowledging his master’s wishes.“What?” Mrs. Mona thought as her eyes expressed maximum shock, like someone who had just witnessed an unexpected plot twist in a gripping movie.“This dirty-looking guy has the power to make me not lose my job? He can actually control everything here. And my boss respects him very highly. Who is this guy, actually? Who are the Sabbath family?” Multiple thoughts conquered her mind at this moment, as she remained perplexed by what she just experienced.Cutting the silence that
Serving the cup of coffee, the lady quietly walked out of the office with her heels clicking softly once again. As the lady's presence vanished from the office, Julius took his hand to the cup holder and lifted the cup toward his mouth, sipping the coffee like the perfect gentleman he was.As he was gently sipping the coffee, Mr. Noah, who had quietly left the office before, made his entrance once again, grabbing a seat on the other side of the office where Julius was perfectly seated.With his glasses perched at the tip of his nose, Mr. Noah opened a blue-binded document in his hands and, with a pen held at the tip of his finger, said, “Master Sabbath, please sign here, here, and here,” pointing at the customer’s signature inbox left blanked on the document.Seeing where he was to sign on the document, Julius accepted the document, which was stretched to him politely, and glanced through it in a few seconds. “I should sign here, right?” he asked softly, placing his finger on the docu
9 p.m. came early, like a surprise visitor showing up before Julius had a chance to get ready for its arrival. He was on his way to work when he began to receive several notifications on Twitter, like a pilot getting urgent alarms as his plane was crashing down to the ground from the highest point in the sky. Yet, it did not mean Julius opened the notification to see why he was being tagged too many times in a bit of a second.In this vein, he only saw the screen of his phone and exclaimed the total number of notifications he had in just half a second. “100 tags?” “What are they saying about me on that Twitter space?”As much as Julius wanted to open the notification and hear what and why he was being tagged, he could not. He had to get to work, if not for anything else, to show gratitude to the boss for allowing him to work for him during a quarter of the time he was in poverty training.Suddenly, Julius's phone began to buzz like bees singing at their honeycomb. Checking who the c
Finally stepping out of his building, Julius' phone began to ring again. Retrieving the phone from his pants pocket, he accepted the call immediately.“Hello, Dad." His voice sounded calm and familiar, as he knew exactly who he was speaking to.“Hello, son, I am glad you have claimed your assets. It’s time to meet me at the hotel. Mr. Turner is already on his way to pick you up,” Julius heard, and the call ended immediately.Hearing the call end, Julius smiled. “He never changed,” he muttered as he returned the phone back into his pocket and walked gently to his bicycle.Standing right next to his bicycle like a faithful companion, Julius heard the notification alert from his phone again, buzzing in like a persistent hummingbird seeking attention.At this moment, Julius peaked at the height of his curiosity, like a mountaineer reaching the summit of a long-anticipated climb. He was more than ready to launch his eyes at his phone and read every tag of his name on that Twitter space.“P
Julius let out a sudden sigh. It was obvious to him that the whole group of participants in that Twitter space had attempted to get him to talk. Nevertheless, though he was concerned about all they were discussing about him and the names they were calling him, he forced himself to only sink his phone sadly into his pocket and hold his bicycle handle.As he got on his bicycle, even though in his sad state, he exclaimed, "Olivia, you did not only leave me with a broken heart, but you made everyone on campus think I'm a fool," hence rolling the pedal forward.Suddenly, he saw three entourages of cars parked at a little distance in front of him. These were a Bentley, a Navigator SUV, and a Hummer SUV. Hence, stepping out of one of the cars was a man in a black suit and inner white. On his eyes were obvious spectacles that shone in the faint darkness and street light that dawned on him. In the same way, his black leather shoes shone like black diamonds.At the driver's seat of each car, th
“Thank you, Ms. Benedicta, for the opportunity to speak in this interview session about the recent happenings in our society. And yes, a prenup is a short prenuptial agreement. This is a legal contract entered into by a couple before they get married. It outlines the division of assets and financial responsibilities in the event of divorce or separation. This is the case with Rebecca, according to her agreement in the prenup; she won’t get anything from the assets after divorce.“Now, regarding whether she is right to be happy as her husband has been sentenced to life imprisonment, I want us to understand that, first of all, it is a person’s right to be happy. A person who is not happy deserves to be happy. However, the cause of being happy can vary. To some, money makes them happy; to others, their husbands or wives make them happy; and to other people, the aroma of food and the sound of sexual talks make them happy.In the case of Rebecca, I can relate to her when she says she was ha
Answering that question, the screen boldly showed reporter Alfred, who then said, “Our dear viewers, you have heard from Rebecca herself. She has filed for divorce with Mr. Thornton, and she is the happiest that justice has been served. Right now, we will be transitioning to the studio, where Ms. Benedicta will take over this discussion. But before that, don’t go anywhere.”As reporter Alfred said this on TV and smiled, the screen transitioned into a commercial break. A renowned soccer player was seen on TV kicking his ball and finally kicking it hard into the sky. Suddenly, the ball speedily changed into the Pepsi logo, and then a bottle of Pepsi was shown on the screen.After the commercial, the TV transitioned back into the studio, where a woman was shown wearing a short-length suit. Her hair was somewhat red and very short. She held a pen and a notepad and smiled boldly into the camera.Beside her were five men in different colored suits. One wore blue, another black, another grey
The news of this soon spread across every blog, every news station, and on social media, with the caption, “Mr. Richard Thornton, the same man who set out to compete with Master Julius Sabbath's luxurious hotel, has been sentenced to a lengthy prison term.” As for this, the news broadcasters have it on their TV screens, like:“Hello, dear viewers, We are back again to give you the latest news in real-time. As always, you are our priority, and we make sure to keep you updated.Just a few minutes ago, Mr. Thornton, who wanted to compete with Master Julius Sabbath of the great Sabbath family, was sentenced to a lengthy prison term. We heard this from the judge himself when he pronounced the sentence in court.Among the testifiers in court who shared their experiences with Mr. Thornton were his neighbor, Master Julius Sabbath himself, his two daughters, his wife, his ex-wife, and three of his employees.While they shared their experiences with the court, each of their testimonies aligned
The courtroom was tense with anticipation as Master Julius Sabbath stepped down from the stand. The judge, his face a mask of solemn contemplation, turned to address the room. The weight of the testimonies and evidence presented against Mr. Thornton hung heavy in the air."Mr. Thornton, please rise," the judge commanded. Thornton stood, his face pale, his eyes darting around the room as if seeking an escape from the walls closing in around him.The judge began, "After hearing the testimonies of multiple witnesses and reviewing the substantial evidence presented, this court must now deliberate on the charges brought against you. The accusations are grave and numerous, encompassing wage theft, domestic violence, sexual harassment, and corruption."He turned to the jury, ensuring their attention. "First, let us address the charge of wage theft. We have heard from multiple witnesses, including former employees, who testified to your consistent failure to pay wages on time. These delays an
As Michael Harrison left the stand, the judge turned to the bailiff. "Please call Master Julius Sabbath to the stand."Julius walked to the stand, was sworn in, and took a seat, facing the courtroom with a calm yet determined expression."Please introduce yourself to the court," the judge prompted."My name is Master Julius Sabbath," he began. "I am the heir of the great Sabbath Family who was once in poverty training when I met Mr. Thornton."The judge nodded. "Master Sabbath, can you tell us about your experiences with Mr. Thornton?"Julius took a deep breath and began. "When I first met Mr. Thornton, I was still struggling to make a name for myself and was undergoing training to improve my skills. Mr. Thornton hired me despite my circumstances, which I appreciated at the time."He paused, his expression growing more serious. "However, it soon became clear that Mr. Thornton had a very abrasive personality. He was always verbally abusive to his employees, especially the male ones who
A young girl, slightly nervous but determined, approached the witness stand. She was sworn in, and after taking a deep breath, she began her testimony."Please introduce yourself to the court," the judge prompted gently."My name is Emily Thornton," she said, her voice soft but clear. "I'm 12 years old, and I'm Rebecca's first daughter."The judge nodded. "Emily, can you tell us about your experiences with Mr. Thornton?"Emily took another deep breath, gathering her thoughts. "Mr. Thornton is my dad. At first, he seemed nice, but it didn't take long before he started changing. He would get really angry at my mom for little things. He would yell at her a lot, calling her names and saying really mean things."Her voice wavered slightly, but she pressed on. "One time, I heard them fighting, and I went to see what was happening. I saw him push my mom against the wall and hit her. She was crying and begging him to stop, but he wouldn't. I was really scared, and I didn't know what to do."E
As the court resumed after the recess, the judge called for order. The courtroom immediately quieted, and the judge addressed the court.“Thank you for your patience,” the judge said. “We will now call Mrs. Laura Thornton to the stand.”Laura Thornton, a composed woman in her late forties, walked to the witness stand. She was sworn in and took her seat, glancing briefly at her ex-husband before looking resolutely ahead.“Please introduce yourself to the court,” the judge prompted.“My name is Laura Thornton,” she began, her voice steady. “I was married to Mr. Thornton for three years. We have no children together.”The judge nodded. “Mrs. Thornton, please tell the court why you divorced Mr. Thornton.”Laura took a deep breath, her gaze unwavering. “I divorced Mr. Thornton because of domestic violence. For years, I endured physical and emotional abuse. Contrary to what Mr. Thornton has told everyone, that I extorted him and sex-starved him, the reality is that I lived in constant fear
---Emily, at this instance, took a deep breath, her eyes hardening as she looked at Mr. Thornton, and continued talking. “I worked for Mr. Thornton for two years. Like many others, I was drawn in by the promise of fair wages. But those wages were never paid on time. Sometimes they weren't paid at all. When we confronted him, he would dismiss our concerns, make excuses, and even threaten us with termination if we kept asking.”Her voice grew more intense. “But it wasn’t just the financial exploitation. Mr. Thornton created a hostile work environment through his constant verbal abuse. He would belittle us, call us names, and make us feel worthless. He thrived on our fear and desperation.”She paused, her expression growing darker. “And there was something even more sinister. Mr. Thornton sexually harassed me and other female employees. One day, while I was working late, he came up behind me and tried to touch my breast. I pushed him away and told him to stop, but he just laughed it off
In the early hours of the morning, this was the day every citizen had waited for, both young and old, men and women. The courtroom was filled with an air of anticipation and a sense of justice long overdue. The seats were packed with spectators, some standing in the aisles, craning their necks to catch a glimpse of the proceedings.In the same manner, reporters jostled for space, their cameras clicking and flashes popping, eager to capture every moment of this high-profile trial.Reporters were both inside and outside the court. On this day, “Today is the day we have all waited for, the day Mr. Thornton stands trial for his fate, whether he will be sentenced to prison or become a free man. Do not forget that Mr. Thornton has been charged with wage theft and domestic violence against his wife, Rebecca. Will he be able to secure his freedom? We can only wait and see,” reporter Jasmine said on TV while she smiled, and the TV screen transitioned to the court proceedings.As the TV screen