The Undead Trillionaire Heir Wants Revenge

Chapter 2 || The Son-in-law is dead.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Phil wore a look of disbelief as he yelled.

His outburst caused the other man to pause in his actions. The man, who was notably large and dressed in a midnight blue military uniform with gold braids, resembling that of a general, slowly withdrew from Eve.

“Gosh that was good.” The burly man sighed.

He staggeringly picked up a bottle of wine beside him, drew up his pants, and turned to Eve. “Who is this? Wait is he that no-good pauper—garbage collector husband that got you pregnant?” He asked mockingly and gulped down half the contents of the bottle.

“Unfortunately, he is,” Eve replied with disdain, adjusting her dress. She leaned on the man, hoping that this would deeply wound Phil and ultimately drive him away.

“How did someone like him get you pregnant? Look at him, he looks like… what's it called? Yes, a homeless man. How did he even get married to you?” The man, completely intoxicated by the drink he held, inquired. With a grimaced face, Eve answered.

“Well, it was my father's doing. You know he always had a soft spot for street dogs. He made us get married after this dog rescue him one day after being attacked.”

“Dad really thought he was the best person for me. Furthermore, he was mistaken, as the dog isn't of the same class as me and can't even buy me the cheapest designers. He works under us...well he did before we chased him away.”

“But even before then he couldn't get me a single nice thing. The only thing he could provide me was good night of sex,” Eve revealed, and they both guffawed, while Phil stood stupefied at the sight.

Watching his pregnant wife, someone he had tried his absolute best to please, cheat on him, and still mock him, broke him.

At that moment, Phil's pain gave way to anger, and he simmered within. He glowered at the general as he now waddled to where he was.

“So this man doesn't have a penny to his name and married someone like you?” the general sneered, his drunken arrogance exuding from every pore. He commanded Phil to kneel and kiss his feet, the ultimate symbol of servitude.

But Phil, his dignity at stake, refused to bow to him. He defied the order, and uttered words that broke through the general's gigantic ego. “I don't bow to pigs,” his voice carrying a tremor of rebellion.

“Wow...” the general smiled evilly. And with swiftness, spite and brutal resolve, he delivered a powerful kick to Phil. The impact sending him to the floor, with his body engulfed in searing agony.

The general laughed at the pathetic sight of him, the Sinclairs joined in, and everyone now gathered at the doorway giggled and recorded the scene.

Phil, caught off guard by the kick, writhe on the ground after impact. He began to hyperventilate and struggled to regain control of his breathing.

“Dogs shouldn't talk back at their superiors. They should be on the floor, bowing and kissing the feet of those above them. The poor are meant to be below the rich, to serve and bow before them,” the general spat at him, proceeding to kick him repeatedly until he was satisfied.

All his life, Phil has either been mocked or humiliated by one of these so-called rich people. He, however, bore the shame because of his adopted mother and then Eve, as he loved them wholeheartedly and withstood any type of shame for them.

Now it seems, regardless of what he does, no matter how hard he works, he was never going to get the respect he deserves and was going to be stood over by someone with power and money.

Clenching his fists, he summoned all of his strength. With unwavering determination, he sprang up, delivering a powerful punch to the general's face. The room fell into a stunned silence as the well-dressed and esteemed guest found himself on the receiving end of an unexpected blow.

Phil grinned at his achievement, but unbeknownst to him, the person he had just struck was an honored guest, the third most powerful figure in the country, known for his ruthless authority.

“No way, a nobody just smacked you in the face!” Someone from the crowd hummed, and the quiet doorway resonated with the laughter of just the guests.

On the other hand, Phil, who had slightly stumbled after punching the general, looked up, prompted by the intense heat of a menacing glare burning into the top of his head.

As he did, he was met with the sight of the man he had just sucker-punched, standing still in front of him. It appeared that his punch had swiftly sobered the general up.

Before Phil could attempt anything again, a wine bottle smashed across his head.

He fell unconscious.

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From an abandoned bunker on the outskirts of Labyrinth City, the anguished cries of Phil reverberated. The relentless torment and beatings he had suffered were taking him to the brink of death.

So far he had been electrocuted, nailed, and was currently getting beaten.

“You think, you can just humiliate me in front of those people? Me? Darren Del Rosario?” Smacking Phil right in the stomach with an iron bar, Darren asked with bloodlust eyes. Phil screamed while blood poured out of his mouth.

Darren rolled up his sleeves and assumed a soldier's stance, preparing to inflict further torture, but his intentions were abruptly thwarted by Lily. She had just arrived at the bunker, a broad and satisfied grin adorning her face.

No one on Earth was happier than her at this moment. Seeing Phil in such a battered state brought inner peace within.

She would have loved to watch him get tortured even more, but had business to take care of, and one of them was getting Phil's thumbprint on the divorce papers she brought along.

“You!” Ordering one of Darren's henchmen in the premises, Lily handed over the divorce papers to him. “Get the dog's thumbprint on it.”

The bald middle-aged man with a large serpent tattoo took the papers and within minutes had Phil's prints on the paper. Phil was too weak to resist and could only shed tears on seeing what these people were doing to him.

They had used his blood as ink for the print.

“Good job. You all can carry on. I have a gala to attend.” Swirling around, Lily proceeded to leave after taking the document, but Darren stopped her with his words.

“I hope you did not forget about the deal?” Darren asked, his heavy voice booming in the bunker.

Lily, who had essentially sold her daughter to this man with the hope of gaining more power and influence in Labyrinth city, the most wealthy territory in the whole world, was determined to stick with this marvelous collaboration and would rather die than go back on it.

“Of course not. I just hope you haven't forgotten what I will be getting after you successfully own the empire you and your father sought so much of?” Lily asked, not turning to face him.

“I won't,” Darren sneered deviously, and believing his words, Lily cat walked her way out of the bunker, but before completely leaving, she waved to Darren. “Please ensure that the dog doesn't come back into our lives.” She added bleakly, and disappeared.

“After what he did to me in front of the world? I won't.”

Drawing out a combat knife, the blade shimmered, and Darren trudged to where Phil was with a wide grin plastered on his face. Phil, despite having both eyes swelled up, could see the giant blade slowly approaching.

He shook profusely in his chair, begging and crying for salvation. He thought about his sick mother in the hospital who needed money for surgery and his unborn child. If he were gone, who would look after them?

“Please spare me, I'm so sorry! Please, my mother would have no one if I die! Please! Please!” Phil cried, but Darren and his three henchmen laughed in his face.

“That means I'll have another to take care of after you,” he growled and plunged the knife into Phil. There was a moment of silence, and the atmosphere hung heavy.

Darren gazed at Phil's face but didn't observe the expression of someone whose life was slipping away. Phil was still unharmed.

“What the hell?” Twisting the knife, Darren discovered that it was stuck to something under Phil's uniform. It was a pendant, but not just an ordinary pendant.

This one was special as it was made from fine labyrium, an expensive rare earth metal found only in Labyrinth city. It was also sculpted in an unusual way, but it appears that Darren recognized the holographic carving in the pendant. The words were his family's greatest nightmare.

Even as powerful as his family, they were nothing compared to the ones who owned the pendant.

“How did you get this?!”

With eyes widened in shock, Darren inquired with a quavering voice. The volume of his inquiry sent shivers down the spines of both his men and Phil. The latter didn't respond, so Darren attempted to take it, but Phil adamantly resisted.

He bit Darren hard on the hand, tearing off most of his flesh with his teeth.

“Bastard!” Darren yelled, as he winced away from Phil.

The pendant Phil had just used the last of his life force to protect may seem like a priceless artifact to Darren, but to him, it was a piece of his true identity, as his adopted mother told him he had it with him when he was discovered on the side of a river.

“I will kill you!”

Flaring with rage over the mere loss of some blood to a common man like Phil, Darren clenched his knife tightly and prepared to use it to slit Phil's throat. However, his intentions were abruptly interrupted by a phone call.

“Boss, it's your father,” one of his henchmen called, and Darren's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. His father calling him could only mean that he had done something he wasn't proud of. Probably he had watched the video of him being punched.

“Give.” Darren ordered, and shakily put the phone to his ear. After a minute, and a few “Yes sirs,” Darren politely ended the call and put his knife away.

“Those annoying knights just took down another of our reserved ports. Kill and get rid of this trash. You know what? Dump him in the lake, and make sure is body is not discovered. I'm leaving, father is in need of me.”

Nervously fixing his gaze on the pendant, and then quickly looking away, Darren hurriedly spoke and strode out with long steps. He remained puzzled on how a pauper could have acquired the Lord's family pendant, an item as priceless as the Lords themselves. Or was it stolen? It has to be.

His men did as ordered. They put Phil in a large sack, first knocking him out with the iron rod, and then dumped him into the lake with rocks inside the sack as companions.

He sank, drowned and while going into the light. He saw a bright display of a lady. The woman who looked severely wounded kept calling him Alexander Lord, heir to it all.