Unexpected Inheritance

Chapter 8

Back at the mansion, Arthur gave David a reassuring nod. “Get some rest, David. Kelvin will show you to your room.”

David nodded, feeling exhaustion settling in as Kelvin gestured for him to follow. They walked through the opulent hallways, eventually stopping in front of an elevator. 

Kelvin swiped his security card, and the doors slid open with a quiet hum. They ascended for nearly twenty minutes, passing various floors filled with luxuries David had only ever heard about.

Finally, the elevator stopped, and Kelvin led him down a quieter corridor, lined with ornate light fixtures casting a warm glow. When they reached David's room, Kelvin unlocked the door and held it open. “This is your room, sir.”

David walked in slowly, taking in the sight before him. The room was enormous, unlike anything he had ever imagined for himself. A massive king-sized bed stood in the center, covered in plush, soft bedding. 

A wardrobe with glass doors gleamed in one corner, reflecting the room's sparkling white tiled floor. The temperature was perfectly regulated, creating a comfortable coolness that added to the room's luxury.

“I’ll leave you to rest now, young master,” Kelvin said, stepping back. “If you need anything, I’ll be downstairs.”

“Alright,” David replied. Kelvin gave a respectful bow before closing the door, leaving David alone in this extravagant space.

Once the door clicked shut, David moved around, exploring his new room. Everything inside was top-notch. He walked over to the wardrobe, admiring the sleek design and the variety of clothes inside. 

The bathroom caught his attention next, and he made his way in. It was breathtaking, like a scene from a royal castle. A wall-sized mirror reflected every corner, showcasing the marble counters, the golden fixtures, and the lavish shower. David felt like he had stepped into another world.

After spending around twenty to thirty minutes in the shower, he emerged with a towel wrapped around his waist, feeling refreshed and somewhat dazed by the reality of his surroundings. 

He opened the glass wardrobe and browsed through the collection of clothes. There were nightwear sets, casual outfits, and rows of high-end suits.

He selected a casual outfit—a Louis Vuitton ensemble that, despite its simplicity, probably cost more than his monthly salary back in his old life. He dressed quickly, feeling the weight and quality of the fabric against his skin.

Fully dressed, David let himself fall back onto the bed. It was incredibly soft, almost as if it were made to sink around him, cradling his body perfectly. Lying there, he took a deep breath, a sense of disbelief washing over him. “So this is what rich people enjoy,” he murmured to himself.

As he lay there, his thoughts drifted back to Lara. This was the kind of life she had always talked about, the luxury she craved. She would have been thrilled with a place like this. If she hadn’t betrayed him, she might have been here with him now, sharing this lifestyle. He let out a bitter sigh.

For so long, he’d believed they had a future together, only to find out she had other plans.

She had left him for another man, a guy she’d met who seemed to offer her the wealth and prestige she’d always wanted. But it wasn’t enough that she’d cheated on him. No, she’d flaunted it, going around with that man in public, as if she wanted to hurt him. She hadn’t just walked away; she’d torn him apart on her way out.

David stared at the ceiling, his jaw clenched. The memories flooded back—the way she’d looked at him when she told him she was moving on, the way her eyes held nothing but disdain. She had treated him like he was beneath her, like he’d never be enough.

And it wasn’t just the betrayal. It was the humiliation. She’d slapped him in public when he confronted her, letting everyone see how little she thought of him. Her new boyfriend had even sent his bodyguards to rough him up, just to make a point. They’d thrown him to the ground, kicking and punching him while she stood there watching, indifferent to his pain.

But now, here he was, lying in a mansion, wearing clothes that cost more than her new boyfriend could probably dream of affording. The irony wasn’t lost on him. She had traded him in for a man she thought could give her everything, but that man wasn’t even close to what David had now. David had become everything she’d once wanted and more.

A smirk crept onto his face as he thought about it. Her new boyfriend? He wasn’t even worth a fraction of David’s current fortune. If only she knew. He was now the epitome of wealth and power, holding the kind of influence that people like her could only fantasize about.

Remembering how her boyfriend’s bouncers had humiliated him in front of everyone, David felt a surge of anger. They’d laughed at him, treated him like dirt, all because he’d tried to stand up for himself.

He hadn’t been strong enough to fight back then, but now things were different. Now, he had the means to make them regret every single moment of pain they’d caused him.

He sat up, a sense of determination building within him. This wasn’t just about moving on. This was about justice. He would make them pay for what they’d done to him—every insult, every slap, every punch. But he wouldn’t rush it. Revenge was best served cold, and he intended to savor every moment of their downfall.