Dynasty of Betrayal

CHAPTER THREE

Walking up the stairs in haste as her feet feels every step, the stairs has never felt this long and painful. She thought of what has just happened as she approached her room.

Seeing him sitting on the bed with a clenched fist with his shoulder narrowed in intense pressure, his legs stiff along with his foots glued to the sparkle marble floor of the room as he stared at nothing in specific, but rather had his eyes fixed on the wall without any motion. "He looks pathetic", she thought this has never happened before.

"Is something wrong, you look horrible, please tell me" she inquired sitting by his side on the massive kings bed as she reached out for his hand to soothe him of all his emotion rushing through his vibrant body.

"I..I.." he mumbled in uncertainty of what to say, what to explain, and wondered if he understood it himself.

"uhh?" Margaret responded in a calming tone like a Mother will talk to a child in distress, for at this moment she served as one.

" I have lost everything.. everything.." he gave out in a shaky tone and still unable to look to wife in the eye.

" everything..., all I have worked for years, the.. the..reputation, the.. friends, the statues and relationships.. all of it, it's gone, he took it all away.." babbling each words, his tone still shaky, his hand entangled with his wife trembled nonstop as the other rest trembling by his side.

"What!! what are you talking about she!" she finally got the courage to asked after a few moments, yet still she couldn't stop looking at his with her eyes filled with tears and redness, her cupid lips slightly ajar.

" it's true, Michael has taken it all away, he is a fraudster, he betrayed my trust "

He uttered, relaxing for the first time.

" what do you mean?..how?..am lost.." with a sense agony and shock she queried him.

" I don't know, this morning at the conference room he said those words I will never forget, when I tried making decisions for the company as usual he said "you no longer have that right Steven" and he showed the document that I supposedly signed and.. it contained my signature that signifies that I legally handed everything and properties to him" shaking his head with his eyes closed he responded.

" everything!!!" Alarmed, she screamed not caring the devastated state of her husband.

"well except for our house and cars and my personal bank, the others are gone"

regretfully he stated.

" isn't there something we can do, like a plan or reporting to the authorities, we can't just sit and do nothing"

" Who said I was going to do nothing about it? that my company and years of hard work I wouldn't let it go easily".

The words finding their way from his mouth pierced in anguish.

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Sitting comfortably on the the CEO's office chair which is an imposing yet elegant piece, embodying power and sophistication. Crafted from top-grain black leather, its high back sweeps upward, offering full support to the head and shoulders, symbolizing authority. Intricate stitching outlines the contours, giving it a polished finish. The armrests, wrapped in the same luxurious leather, are accented with brushed aluminum, merging modernity with classic design. The chair sits atop a sturdy five-star chrome base with smooth-rolling casters, ensuring effortless mobility. Adjustable tilt and lumbar support mechanisms hint at the attention to detail, ensuring both comfort and control. Positioned behind a grand mahogany desk, the chair dominates the room, reinforcing the presence of its occupant.

Michael Morris, a tall man with a reasonable body build and looks like he was in his early forties. As he leaned against the table that was big enough for forty people to sit around it, he set his right hand on his chin as the other rests on his thigh, he stared at an empty space Analyzing his next action, for he knew Steven will never sit quite. He gave a pressurized smirk thinking about it.