The Zettalillion son-in-law's revenge

Homage

A quiet mansion stood under the dark clouds as the trees around the mansion swayed by the wind, but unlike how quiet it looked on the surface it couldn't be said for the inside.

"Damn it! Had he not shown his disgraceful self in that hall? I am sure the mayor would have introduced me to the CEO of Vertice Capital," Mrs. Bertha snapped angrily as she kept pacing around the room.

Christel stared at her mum with an embarrassed look on her face but she didn't say a word.

"So are you trying to say that Evan was the reason why you got kicked out of the banquet?" Nathan asked, he was Christel's eldest cousin. 

The other family members gathered in the room all frowned on hearing this and they stared at Mrs Bertha demanding an explanation.

"I didn't know it would lead to that. I thought the mayor would side with me and send the lowlife out of the place. I didn't know it would be the opposite," She coldly replied then stopped pacing around and faced the people in the room.

"What do you plan to do?" Aunt Janet asked with displeasure.

"We allowed you to attend the banquet because we believed you could handle it. We asked Christel to go with you because we wanted her to learn through you how you closed deals," She added then sneered coldly. "But what did we get in return? The both of you got kicked out, how laughable," 

Mrs Bertha turned red from embarrassment and she closed her eyes and opened them again.

"What are you trying to say?" She sneered.

"Isn't it obvious?" Aunt Janet sneered then slowly got up. "If you want to take over the family business like you asked. You must prove to us that you can do it!"

"And who are you to tell me that?!" Mrs Bertha yelled angrily.

"Enough!" A deep voice resonated in the room and the two women flinched and backed away but not after they sent each other warnings.

"Enough please." The voice said again and Mrs Bertha paused then faced the man who sat at the corner of the room.

"Elvan is still a part of this family," He said then turned towards Mrs Bertha. His cold chiseled face appeared before her and his dark curly hair swayed slightly.

"So we should be mindful of our words both in private and in public. What if the paparazzi were there when you caused such chaos don't you think we would be the one at the disadvantage?" He asked, then smirked.

"I bet you didn't think about that," He added.

He leaned against the chair and fixed his gaze on Christel who hadn't said a word since the meeting started.

"I am sure your daughter wouldn't like that either, after all, he is still her husband, and even though they're separated, I am sure she still misses him dearly even though he cheated on her. " He smirked.

"All we have to think about right now is how to clear this problem we brought on ourselves and think of how to get in touch with Vertice Capital," Uncle Roger said with a calm look on his face.

He was the eldest son of Grandpa and Christel's father was the youngest and Uncle Roger was automatically the head of the family after Grandpa's death.

"We must build a solid connection with them no matter what," He added.

Mrs Bertha stared at him for a while then inhaled and exhaled slightly, "I know what to do."

Uncle Roger's brow shot at her and then she walked forward and said, "I suspect that Elvan has a connection with their boss. I will call him over tomorrow and then we can come up with a plan along the way," 

"That's good. You have a good brain," Aunt Janet muttered and Mrs Bertha glared at her.

"We will go along with your plan. Since that's all settled we can call it a night now," Uncle Roger said then got up and left the room.

Time went by in a flash and soon it was morning. The sun stood majestically in the sky as it sent its rays toward a fancy room in a tall and elegant building.

"Who's it?" Evan's brow furrowed slightly as his hands moved on the bed in search of his phone that was ringing nonstop early in the morning. 

He clearly remembered that he didn't put it on the alarm.

"Hello?" He frowned. It better be something important else he will make this person pay for disturbing his sleep.

"I guess the theory is proven. You are still asleep by 7 am, you have to get a life." The disgusting voice of Mrs Bertha sounded in the phone and the frown on Evan's face deepened.

He slowly opened his eyes and stared at the wall clock. "What do you want?" He asked.

"Don't you think it's about time you pay homage to your grandpa for real and not do it at events? We will be waiting for you at home, for now, goodbye," She said then hung up before he could say a word. 

Silence fell in the room as Elvan registered what just happened. "What is this woman up to this time around?" He thought.

"Is this another trap?" He frowned as he thought about the reason why he and his wife were separated. Well, it was all due to a 'misunderstanding'.

His mother-in-law has always been against their marriage and has urged him multiple times to divorce his daughter but since he refused she decided to set him up with her second daughter.

And when Christel arrived home that night. Carla cried that he had molested her, hurt and disappointed Christel told him that she never wanted to see him again. He was drunk that night and Carla used that to her advantage. 

"How cheap," He muttered as he got off the bed and made his way to the bathroom. There was still one month left before the two officially divorced.

A few hours later, Evan walked out of the building all dressed casually. He looked around then boarded a taxi to his wife's house.

"We are here," The taxi man said and Evan nodded and alighted from the car. He stood before the mansion before him and was about to knock when he heard the thick roar of an engine and soon a black BMW drove into the compound at full speed.

"Hum?" He frowned and watched as the car opened and a tall young man dressed in flashy clothes stepped out of the car. His hair was dyed orange and the instant his eyes met with Evan, a mockery expression appeared on his face.

"Who do we have here? Isn't this the almighty kicked-out husband?" Harry laughed out loud as he walked towards Evan with the thought that the latter had come here to meet his wife. 

Harry had been with Christel since the day she and Evan got married and when he heard about their fight he decided to use that to his advantage.

Evan stared at the young man before him then faced the door and proceeded to knock.

"Do not have any hope that she will accept you. She's mine now," He taunted but Evan didn't give him the reaction he expected.

He sneered coldly at him and the both of them knocked on the door at the same time. The sound of hurried footsteps was heard and soon the door opened to reveal Mrs Bertha.

"Oh, my world. When did you get here Harry? I must have kept you waiting for long, please come in," She smiled lovingly at Harry and opened the door for him to come in. 

She ignored Evan as though he wasn't there and never existed and as expected, Evan didn't put this in mind and instead welcomed himself into the house.

"Please have a seat. What would you like me to serve you?" She asked with a flattery tone. 

"Hey you over there. Do not touch anything in this house," She said coldly at Evan but the young man didn't mind her words and instead stared at the house he once bought for his wife.

'It still looked the same as always,' he thought as he looked around.

"I wanted to invite your daughter to have lunch in my mansion and you are welcome to ma'am. It should only be for the three of us, let's just enjoy the luxury in my house," Harry said arrogantly.

"That's lovely, I am sure Christel would be happy to hear this," Mrs. Bertha gasped and clapped her hands together. The maids stepped into the room with two cups of tea and served it to Mrs Bertha and Harry.

" I recently bought a BMW so I wanted to have fun with Christel, I hope you don't mind?" He asked.

"You don't have to worry about anything, my son. Christel would be delighted to hear this. You even have a car at such a young age. I wonder what this son-in-law of mine has to even boast about," She sighed heavily and made sure to flatter Harry.

Harry got even more arrogant and confident and as such he sent mocking glares at him.

"Mum I am home," A soft voice announced and soon the door opened and Christel walked in. The first person who came into her view was Evan and when she saw him a deep wave of emotions enveloped her.

"Christel," Harry's voice sounded in her ears and she quickly looked away and turned towards his direction.

"Yes?" She asked, confused.

"Will you go on a lunch date with me?" Harry asked excitedly and patiently waited for her reply.

Christel frowned and wanted to refuse but when she saw Evan's face a cold look appeared on her face and the moment of hesitation she once had disappeared.

"Sure," She forced a smile on her face then glanced at Evan from the side of her eyes but his expression never changed.

"Perfect!" Harry exclaimed then sneered at Evan with an arrogant look on his face.

'Let's see how you will escape this. I am sure you will fall on your knees and beg her now,'