Elena and Margret returned home so pissed, the eyes they glared at Mark with gave him so much anxiety that he couldn't afford to ask.
"What's going on, my love?" They didn't say a word but the next thing he received were slaps on his cheek. "You poor outcast," Elena scolded. "You made us spend over two hundred thousand dollars just on you without achieving anything good." "We thought we would win the case, but we couldn't," Margret added. "What does that have to do with me?" He swayed his hands in surprise. Elena and her mom took some steps back, and their jaws dropped. Their eyes were so widened. Mark was puzzled. "I'm not the judge. Why should you blame me? Did I even come with you to the court?" "You ungrateful man!" His wife shouted. "No wonder you stayed at home and didn't even mind." "Because you showed such an irritating spirit of ingratitude, you're going to pay us two hundred thousand dollars," Margret declared. There was no change of mind with her. "Come on, why am I paying this?" Mark was so confused, he didn't understand why his wife and mother-in-law, who had been so supportive when he was rich, and after he was chased out of his dad's estate, were acting all rude. "If you refuse to pay in two weeks, we will take the case to court." Elena threatened. Mark gasped. "Is this happening?" He rubbed his eyes to check if he was in the dream world or if it was happening in real life. It was actually real. He just couldn't believe it. The Woods were unhappy with the turn of events, and over the years, they seemed to forget who Mark once was and how kind and loving he had been towards them, especially to Elena. They insulted and mistreated him, and even turned his wife against him. "I guess you should divorce this poor husband of yours!" Margret told her daughter, Elena. "I regret ever knowing him." She replied with so much hate in her tone. Mark gasped. His mind went back to when he was the richest guy in college and had a lot of girls wanting to throw themselves at him, but he would be so arrogant with them because he only wanted to scare them away. Elena was the only girl he wanted to give his attention to. "Have you forgotten all those times I used to take you out on dates on my yacht, plane, and Limo?" "Oh my goodness," Margret laughed so hard. "He's still living in the past!" She laughed and fell into her daughter's arms. "I can't believe I was dating a fool. No wonder your dad didn't include you in his will. He knows how useless you are." Of all the things Elena said to him, this hurt him the most. He knew how his dad loved him and wouldn't play with him, even his granddad. "How come my name didn't appear on the will?" As he was thinking, a thought came to his mind. "That will might be forged." He snapped his fingers. A series of ideas flew in, he had to meet with the main lawyer of the family. He was, however, surprised to see another lawyer there. "There was nothing as painful as being chosen to get something, then along the line that thing doesn't get to reach you," Mark muttered to himself, only to receive sneers from Elena and Margret. "I'll find the true copy of the will." "You see how foolish you are, the will has been signed and approved by the court of law, yet you're still waiting with empty hands to get a change of will." "Wait, you will surely see it. In your grave!" Margret blasted Mark, her voice came up so loud towards the end of her statement. "Make sure you refund our money or else the trouble on your head will be more than the ones Jennet and her son are giving you." Mark couldn't believe his wife was saying this. "But you promised to stand by me as we got married, you even began giving me......" His voice choked. Even before this, Mark was speaking at a speed faster than his normal way of speaking. The anger seizing up his heart was evident. His eyes darkened but still, there was nothing he could do. Elena had begun to give him monthly stipends since she was better off than him, one reason for the countless insults that came his way. This brought a lot of insults from his wife, but he couldn’t help it. He had no source of income. This was what he tried to ask, but he feared that she might get angrier at this point and decide to stop it. He was now a poor orphan, so he tried his best not to fall out of Elena's care, knowing he would be homeless. Though he was an adult now, he had no job and no other source of money. Elena and her mom then used this to take advantage of him several times. "Whatever we want, he has to do. We are the ones taking care of him. Without us, he would die!" Elena could be heard talking to some of her friends who had just come for a one-day visit. He couldn't control his heart. He had to go stop them. The music that was going on in the house was loud, and it affected him, so he went into the living room to let his wife know and ask her to reduce the volume of the music. Upon seeing him, Elena threw a stern glance towards his way. If looks could kill, it would have surely killed him. He gathered the courage to go in, but before he could take three further steps, his wife’s voice thundered, stopping him in his tracks. “What the hell is this broken and outcast man doing here when I'm with my friends? Mark, why do you like embarrassing me?” He stepped back in shock, and his jaw dropped. “Are you saying this to me? How am I embarrassing you?” He shook his head in surprise, he was disappointed. Mark looked around and all of Elena's friends were laughing and murmuring, and he knew they were directing their laughter towards him.“So all the insults you’ve been rendering to me in private aren’t enough for you, you had to talk rudely to me and laugh at me in public, right in the presence of your so-called friends?” Mark thundered. Elena turned over to her friends. "You see!" Mark was eager to hear what she had to say. His eyes were blinking countless times. That was how he reacted when he was so furious, but Elena didn't even spare a second to look at him. "See as jobless as he is as I already told you ladies, but this dude ass would come over here to say we shouldn't talk about him!" "Woman, watch the words you use about me!" He barked at her with his fists tightened. If she was not a lady and the person whom he loved so much, he would just give her a punch which would get her mouth shut up once and for all. "Hey, excuse me," Elena thundered. "Close your mouth when rich people are talking." "You are all so rich," he mocked them. "If not for the selfish actions of my step-mom, do you think any of you her
"Sure, I want to meet him." Mark was serious about this because this information sounded weird in his ears. "So far from what I know, your dad is secretly the richest man in the state, worth over one trillion dollars." Mark gasped. "The president claims he didn't join the plane with his dad, and he wants to meet you. So far he's been in hiding while investigating how his wife and her son will treat him. He already suspected they were pretending while he was living with them under his roof." "Are you sure they aren't the ones that sent you to come here and kidnap me?" Princeton stepped backward in shock. "No sir," he bowed. "I know your fear, but Jennet wouldn't need all this fleet to assassinate you. Besides, why will she do that today after you left her?" This made Mark to at least believe a bit that it wasn't his stepmother doing. "You have nothing to fear. You're in the right hands," he assured Mark. We did our research before we were able to track you down here." Mark
Mark's first thought was to go get Elena and Margret their money from the bank. They were one of the first people he was going to exact his revenge on. He had to do it urgently. He was now the new President, he felt his father didn't need to know what he was about to do, knowing fully well he would try to discourage him. "They don't deserve this money?" He imagined his dad saying this to him. "Yes, I want to set this as a trap, they will wonder where I got it from and start coming nearer. Only then will I show them the door to my heart has been closed." He nodded his head. "Dad, we will meet soon. I want to go pay my debts, all those I owe." "Son!" Darius called him back as he was almost reaching the door. He walked back to listen to what his dad had to say. Darius placed his hand on his shoulder, staring directly into his eyes. "Whatever you are doing, don't let people know who you are still. We are taking out our revenge step by step." "Yes Dad, I've heard you. I'm stil
"They might defeat you even though they are wrong and still send you to jail." If he didn't know Leo well, he would have taken this comment as a mockery. Mark smiled. "If it's that way, leave it to me. I can handle it!" He wasn't afraid of this anymore, knowing who he had become. "I don't give a hell about the money he has. "Well, if you persist in meeting them, go to Durabs Food, you will see them there." This was the most popular restaurant in town with a park for the wealthy class. Unknown to Leo, he was working there. Mark kept his mouth shut, he didn't want to say that he was working there. Mark suspected that Elena and Bennet, as Leo mentioned, must be in the VIP. He wasn't working at the VIP in the camp, he had been there before but because of them, he was going to get there. His greatest aim was to meet with his wife and probably also meet with his mother-in-law. "And guess what, your wife is not only seeing Bennet, both are in a serious relationship and are planning
"Where is Elena?" He asked after a while, still not switching his gaze. The security men stood aside watching what was going on. Mark had become so fierce with Bennet when he was talking to them. Bennet stared at him with a slight grin on his lips. Inside him, he started to think, "This is just a poor fellow that wouldn't cost me any stress to deal with." This belief manifested in the smile on his lips, as his eyes steadily analyzed the man in front of him dressed in tattered clothes. "So you are the poor fellow Elena had been talking about?" "Don't you have eyes? Yes, it's me!" The confidence with which Mark had used to reply to Bennet shocked everyone. This got Bennet pissed so much, he got so furious, he felt like hitting him so hard. "I want to see her right now!" He ordered, which made Mark smirk. "Do you mean my wife-to-be? What do you want to do with her?" He threw some mockery into his statement, which got Mark more angry. "What?" He barked. "Are you saying that you
"Wow, the world would love to see this video," the man who was secretly videoing them said to Darius and his men. Mark shook his head, rolling his eyes. Bennet was just amused by what Mark was saying, he should have been taking it with annoyance, but he simply chose to make fun of it. There was no way Mark could be anything, he didn't want to mind all he was saying, they could all be faked up. "Do you think that if I was poor like you, your wife would follow me?" He repeated. "Women as classy as her are looking for rich men, not poor ones." Mark was thinking of the perfect revenge to give to people like this. He needed to do something that would hurt them. In the meantime, he chose to withhold the two hundred thousand dollars. Bennet stepped up to him. "I know that you are just looking for money for food, so you decided to come all the way here in search of your wife who will feed you. See how bad poverty is?" He threw some dirty dollar notes on the floor for him, scattering t
"Could this be his dad?" She asked herself one more time, but not knowing it was audible enough for Mark to hear. She summoned up courage and shifted over to Mark, shaking all over. If possible, she was going to beg him to forgive both Bennet and her for what they did to him. "Sir please," She shifted back to Mr Darius. "I'm so sorry....... " "Hey you, what are you doing with my dad? What are you doing now, Elena?" Mark interrupted, scolding her. She got scared and attempted to hold Mark on the wrist, while still on the floor, to apologize to him. She saw he was now on another level, no longer one to be toiled with. "Why do you look so frightened, I thought you were so strong?" Mark mocked. It was time for him to mock them, soon they would each be getting what they deserve. Mark's eyes moved from Elena to Bennet. He wasn't going to have any pity for them. Bennet fell on his knees, he wasn't up to Mark's level, he knew. With all the embarrassment he caused Mark, his instinct told
“Now, what do you think I should do to you”? Mr Gabriel asked, relaxing into his chair. Bennet and Elena stared at him with fear evident on their faces. “Have mercy on us.” They both pleaded while still kneeling down. Mark glared at them, “when both of you were talking trash, you didn't realize that this day would come, right?" He asked. “We know we have offended you, but we are very sorry”. Elena said with a remorseful expression on her face. “You were not sorry when you were attacking me and saying all those bad things while reducing my value in the presence of your friends”. Mark said. “And to think this punk Bennet had the guts to go after your wife, despite knowing fully well that she was married to you nonetheless”. Mr Gabriel said with a shake of his head. Crawling closer to him, Elena attempted to hold his feet only to be stopped by a guard. “Just give me one more chance to be with Mark and I promise to be a good wife to him and I will never do anything to upset him ever