The Ruthless Billionaire

Chapter 8

After a few minutes of taking it all in, Oliver turned to her, curiosity in his eyes. "How do you manage all of this?" he asked. "The companies, everything? It must be a lot to handle."

Madam President’s expression was calm and steady. “It’s not easy, but with the right team and the right people, it’s possible,” she replied simply.

She then changed the subject. “Enough about me. Tell me about what happened. How did you end up in the hospital?”

Oliver's face grew serious, his emotions shifting. As soon as the words left her mouth, he felt a lump in his throat. He could feel tears welling up in his eyes. His voice cracked as he started to speak. "It was Mark..."

“Who’s Mark?” she asked softly, noticing the change in his tone.

Oliver wiped away a tear, his hands shaking. "Mark... he’s the guy my wife... she cheated on me with."

Oliver took a shaky breath, still trying to control his emotions as he spoke.

“Yesterday was her birthday. I had bought her a gift, hoping it would make her happy. I wanted to surprise her, so I left work early. But when I got home… I saw them. My wife... and Mark... in bed together.”

Madam President’s face twisted in confusion as she tried to process the shock of what Oliver was saying. He continued, his voice quieter but filled with pain.

“I tried to talk to her. I told her everything I’d done for her, how much I loved her. But instead, she called me poor, said I wasn’t good enough for her... then she demanded a divorce. Right there, in front of me.”

Oliver’s eyes welled up with tears as he continued.

“When I refused... Mark called his men. They beat me up. Badly. They didn’t care. They just kept hitting me, even though I was already down. And the worst part was… she didn’t even care. She just kept being with him. Even while I was lying there, broken.”

His voice cracked as he spoke. “I tried to get away, tried to get help, but I couldn’t. That’s all I remember. Everything just went dark after that.”

On hearing Oliver’s story, Madam President jumped up from her seat, her face red with anger.

“What? They touched you? They humiliated you like that?!” she yelled, pacing back and forth like a lion ready to pounce. “No one dares harm my son and walks away! Butler!”

The butler hurried in, bowing slightly. “Yes, Madam?”

“I want those two arrested immediately!” she commanded, her voice sharp and cold. “Their house? Burn it to the ground. Their families? Ruin them. I want them wiped off the face of the earth for daring to touch my son. They’ll learn who they’re messing with!”

She turned back to Oliver, her chest heaving as she raged.

“Do they think they can humiliate my blood and get away with it? Do they even know who I am? I’ll destroy their lives—every last piece of it.”

But Oliver stepped forward, placing a hand on her arm to calm her down. “Mother, please,” he said gently. “That’s too extreme. Let me handle this.”

She frowned, her eyebrows furrowing. “Handle it? After what they did to you? No, Oliver, they don’t deserve mercy!”

“I know, Mother,” Oliver said, his voice steady, though his heart was racing. “But this is my battle. They broke me, humiliated me, and left me to die. If anyone’s going to teach them a lesson, it’s going to be me. I need to do this for myself.”

Madam President stared at him, her eyes narrowing. She didn’t like the idea of holding back, but the determination in Oliver’s voice made her pause. “Are you sure about this?” she asked slowly, still simmering with anger.

“I’m sure,” Oliver said firmly. “I want to look them in the eye and remind them who they messed with. They need to feel the same pain they put me through, and I’ll make sure of it myself.”

She sighed, though her anger didn’t fully fade. “Fine,” she said reluctantly. “But if they cross the line again, they’re mine to deal with. And trust me, son, they won’t get off easy if that happens.”

Madam President looked at Oliver and said firmly, “Listen to me, Oliver. If at any point you need help dealing with those people who wronged you, promise me you’ll let me know. No holding back. You’re not alone in this anymore.”

She turned to the butler and gestured with her hand. He stepped forward immediately, pulling out a sleek black card. It looked expensive, with the logo of Continental Global Bank shining in gold. She handed it to Oliver, who took it hesitantly.

“This is yours now,” she said. “The account linked to that card has $100 million. Yes, a hundred million dollars. Spend it however you want—on yourself, on settling old scores, or whatever you decide. And don’t worry, there’s plenty more where that came from.”

Oliver stared at the card, stunned. “A hundred million?” he whispered, his voice shaky. He looked up at her, unsure if he was dreaming.

“Yes,” she said with a small smile. “You’re not a nobody anymore. You’re my son, the heir to one of the wealthiest families in the world. From now on, no one will ever dare look down on you again. This is your life now, Oliver. Embrace it.”

Oliver swallowed hard, holding the card tightly in his hand. He felt a mix of emotions—disbelief, excitement, and a new sense of confidence. For the first time, he realized he had the power to change his life, and the people who had humiliated him wouldn’t stand a chance.