DIVORCED! HE MUST PAY DEARLY.

Chapter 3: Twist of Fate

Third-person narrative.

Ella swallowed hard as her eyes lurked with Don Frank.

She took a deep breath before saying anything.

"Here, input your number. I lost contact; it's been a couple of years." She said, trying to avoid eye contact, her gaze on the papers on the table.

Don Frank reached out for the phone as he input his digits, a smirk playing across his grin like a playboy trying to woo his ex-lover back.

"Are mine doing the right thing," Ella muttered, her feet cold and her cheek frozen. I'm here to set this dude in his place not to fall again for him; for goodness sake, he was my ex, and this is all in the past, but why can't I confront him." She stood, her hands covering her mouth as she battled for an option, but none came in, so she left the premises with just a statement.

"I will give you a call."

Which never sounded like a hot dispute but was a starting point for reviewing something.

Ella got into the cab, her eyes puffy like she was crying, her heart welled up, a part of her still rooting for their love to be rekindled whilst the other part longs for revenge for her sister, Lisa. Confusion laced at the foot of her expression as the driver drove her to the family mansion.

Guest House- Close to the Cottage.

Lisa and Benson held each other amidst the small and imposing surroundings. Their tears came out salty, making their eyes puffy and red; their throats were thick and swollen while their lips felt dry and empty. Lisa caressed her tummy, and the seed in her womb kicked.

She stole glances at her tummy, then raised her face to look at Benson.

"Will Benson ever accept this child as his own ?oh God! please help us." she muttered.

Benson stared at her before placing his hand on her shoulders. "My love, I understand how you feel, I really do and I promise to do everything in my power to make sure that you get full revenge on those who humiliated you,trust me."

She gave a pessimistic look; two things ran through her head.

"How was he going to get revenge because he barely earns much from his cleaning job." She whispered, his level of positivity whenever extremely contagious."

They were still having their moment when Benson's cell phone rang. He reached for it from the table, pressing it to his ears.

"Hello, who's this?."

Good morning, Mr Benson.

You've been instructed to come out by tomorrow at the Marvy's Supermarket; right there, we will pick you up and set things straight, so it's mandatory for you to be there tomorrow." The caller pressed.

Benson paused, his eyes swept across every corner- the voice from the phone sounded husky and cold- giving him mixed feelings. Lisa looked suspiciously at him, but he straightened his face to maintain a cool demeanor to prevent Lisa from overthinking things.

Benson swallowed hard, an iota of fear evident as he spoke.

"But hold a second. I hope everything is fine. I'm only a poor, miserable cleaner. Do you have anywhere that needs cleaning?" He asked, then paused to get a response. "I'm willing to work. I haven't committed any crime, so please don't believe any rumors." He laments; Lisa's jaw drops, and she immediately bursts into tears, trying to speak from the background.

"Please, he's innocent, don't listen to anything anyone has told you, I know him well, he's not capable of harming even a fly." Lisa protested.

"Calm down, Mr Benson, we called for peace; if we had an intention, we would know how to go about it, so relax. We meet tomorrow." They assured him, and then they hung up the call.

"Who was that?" Lisa asked in fear, her heart skipping in an alarming rhythm as she drew closer to him.

"Relax Lisa, it's a stranger but from the look of things this stranger seems to know me too well because he called my name and assured me he wasn't going to harm me so be calm I will go tomorrow and see how things go."

Lisa exhaled deeply, then lowered herself to her seat,

her breathing returning to normal.

The Next Day.

Benson's Point of View.

I entered the taxi, heading straight to the location - Marvy's Supermarket. As I approached it, I flashed my eyes on both sides to be on the safer side. When we got to the supermarket, I came down from the taxi only to be greeted with two flashy red Lamborghini, graciously parked opposite the supermarket, a hand waving from inside, signaling me to hop in.

I looked both ways as I crossed over.

One of the men was dressed in a black suit with white trousers, his eyes covered with black opaque sunglasses, while the other looked happy to see me, but a glimpse of awkwardness came with it. The first man stepped out to open the door for me. At this point, so many mirages of questions ran through my eyes as I tried to understand what was happening- the suspense was palpable.

I sat in the back seat, thinking about Lisa and how far our relationship had come. I couldn't stop thinking about where they were taking me, too. I remained calm, hoping that one or two cleaning jobs from them wouldn't be bad because they both looked like big fishes.

At flash speed, we got to a town. Driving in, we came to a complete halt at the front of a mansion. A part of me felt like I was back at the family mansion - The Del Villa Dels.

"Mr Benson, pls come with us, you've got to meet our boss, he demands to see you." One of them told me, his tone calm and receiving as he paved the way for me. We got inside the mansion and made our way to the inner room, both men waiting at the foot of the door while I was instructed to go inside by the one on black. On a fancy bed, a man sits, his joints weak; he looked stricken in age, but his vision - was strong and piercing.

"Oh my goodness!" He shouted, almost going to jump from the bed, Welcome, my son, thank goodness you're here."

My jaw dropped as I paused for a moment.

"What's he even saying, my mom died a long time ago and for my Dad my mom never told me his whereabouts since I was nine so what's he talking about." I muttered as his eyes pierced into mine.

"Please my son, come sit on the bed with me, Daddy has a lot of explanations to do." He pressed even further, and I drew closer to him.

"It's been over three decades since my eyes met yours." He said, lowering his face to the ground.

"I've never been a good father to you all these years, He sobbed. I filed a divorce with your mom years back after I got the news that she was from a very low-income family, so I felt she was with me for my money and with my status as a Billionaire Don of this City I needed to keep the name and dine with the rich minds like me. After this happened, the next lady I finally settled for frustrated me, especially with the family business and company; it was already too late to cry because I had already kicked your mom out of my life for good.

Linda gave me hell on earth, but a few years after, she died in a plane crash, and I was left alone with no heir, no survivor, as she was unable to bore a child for me; this was when it hit me that my ex-wife tossed a pregnancy report on my table the very day we parted ways, and guess who that child in her womb was?... He paused, staring deep into my eyes; I shivered when he pointed at me, "You."

I swallowed hard, a breath of relief washing over me.

I looked at my Dad, and his bold prints showed disappointment; his eyes couldn't even look at me straight after this confession.

"Please my son, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for everything, for not being there for you and your late mom, my lovely wife and that was why I kept searching for you both, I searched and searched, city to city , province to province but there were no traces of neither you or my ex wife, your biological mother. I continued regardless until the news of a cleaner wanting to marry Lisa, the ex-wife of Don Frank, whose father was one of my workers back then, his father worked in one of my companies."

He paused, then resumed talking.

"I sank into the recliner when they told me the cleaner was my son!, like a wounded lion I roared at the sight of this and decided to act fast before things get out of control, I'm sorry, daddy loves you so dearly." He confessed.

The tension in the room was palpable as I watched my Dad almost about to shed a couple of tears, so I hugged him tightly, and he reciprocated immediately.

"Daddy I forgive you," I say to him, tears running down my chin.

"Benson, my son... Everything... I mean everything here belongs to you, all my properties, the documents to every of my fortune goes to you this very minute..... Now I can comfortably rest and have peace of mind because my son is back in my arms!"

I smiled, hugging my dad even tighter.

The realization hit me that I was no longer the cleaner treated with scorn and hate but an heir, and this only meant one thing: Revenge on the Del Villa Dels, including everyone who hurt my Lisa; everyone would get a taste of my venom, and I knew exactly where to start from.