Underestimated Retribution

Chapter 3: Public Embarrassment

“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 here would be qualified to breathe the air I breathe supposed it was bought with money?"

Elena crossed her arms against her chest, waiting for him to finish talking. He was going to receive it from her that very moment.

“Are you done babbling, poor old man? Do you know it’s a great embarrassment for someone to know you’re my husband, talk less of coming out here to…….”

“I came here to plead with you to reduce the volume of the music, it’s too loud please.” He calmly said to her, while Elena sneered at him as he begged. He decided to prove meek if it would cool her temper down, but it was worsening the whole matter. He had thought replying to her word for word would get her angrier, this wasn't the right approach when he was trying to win her back.

“You still dare to talk when I’m talking to you. Who the hell do you really think you are?” She struck him a blow, pushing him to the wall. Her friends mocked him the more.

"Tonight, I'm going to get you to prison if you don't return the two hundred thousand dollars I've spent on your head." She was so serious, that she even went in to inform her mother and then called the police to come for an arrest should Mark not return the money.

Quickly, Mark left the apartment to go out and look for a job. He wasn't himself any longer. After he left, Elena and her mom, together with their friends, they all laughed at how he was going to raise such an amount of money.

Luckily for him, he found a restaurant that had an urgent need for a male waiter. It was a popular restaurant where the classic elites in that society came from. The pay was three thousand dollars a month. Mark kept this as a secret from his wife and mother-in-law. Once he got the money, he would rush and go put it in the bank.

"I'll plead with them to give me a year to pay them, I believe I'll get the money." Even if he saved all he received for the next five years, it still wouldn't be enough to repay them, but still, he had this great hope.

Elena, upon having a series of thoughts, decided to change him into their servant.

"Since you can't pay us the money now, as compensation you will become the servant of this house."

"Wow?" Mark exclaimed. This was the last thing he expected to say.

"Are you that heartless?" He questioned Elena. Margret, who was listening to all their talk from the door, came in to meet them.

"You mindless fool! You're even the one who is so heartless like a demon." Margret said to Mark in annoyance.

"Mom, rest. I know you will always support your daughter." Mark tried to calm down his mother-in-law, but it seemed her anger only got worse.

"Can you just keep your mouth shut!" She commanded him. "I'm here to support my daughter. Yes, she needs a divorce from a poor man like you."

"Dear Elena, the longer you stay with him, the greater his poverty-stricken influence is rubbing off on you."

"Will you just mind your own business, woman? I have nothing to do with........ " Mark tried to defend himself boldly.

"Shut up!" Elena barked. "You dare not talk to a billionaire like that, you wretched, abandoned and stinking poor bastard."

Mark took his head back, resting it on the wall.

"I know why you guys are so strong at challenging me, but I assure you I'll return to who I was, and you'll have me to contend with."

"What does he mean?" Elena sneered. "Hey kiddo, stop giving yourself false hopes!"

"Just accept to be our servant, kneel and beg us, and we will give you enough time to pay it back." It wasn't even about them forgiving him. He shrugged his shoulders.

"Even if you were going to cancel the debts, I wouldn't do that." He held his dignity high, more than anything. He knew they would use this to forever mock him.

"I'll pay you your money soon." He said and walked away into his room.

"Where will I go to borrow some money right now to pay them, the amount isn't even a small amount." He wandered around the street looking for where to get help. After many hours of wandering without any help coming up, he retired to the park which was part of the luxury restaurant where he worked.

He wasn't there for up to an hour when some fleets of Bugatti drove into the car park. At first, he thought big men were coming in to spend some time in the pack. They didn't stop but drove towards where he sat. That was like forty minutes after he got here. Just a few meters from where he sat, they stopped.

A tall, well-built man commanding a great influence came out of one of the cars. His gaze was directed towards him. Mark stood up in shock.

Fear was about to come up, but he brushed it off.

"Whatever they are here for, I'm going to hear. No need to fear!" He told himself. The man walked up to him.

"Are you Mark Darius?" Though his face was strict, his tone was submissive like he was talking to his master.

"Yes," he nodded. "How may I help you?" Mark questioned, standing with his eyes fixed on the man. His dad was dead, his granddad, so what connection did these people have with him? He was now broke. He began to think all these things in mind.

"I'm Princeton Hugh, the Personal Assistant of your dad, President Darius, owner of Darius Group of Companies." Mark stared at him as though he was out of his mind.

"I'm sorry, but my dad died in an auto crash some time ago," he replied. "Which Darius are you talking about?" He turned back to ask, full of surprise.

"Do you want to see him? He wants to meet you and hand it over to you!"