Revenge
1178 Words
Damien Voss stood at the foot of his mother's grave. He couldn't believe it— A public cemetery?
His mother had been buried like a chicken! His heart was filled with rage, he needed to make the people responsible for this suffer.
“Buy the most expensive tombstone in this city, move her remains there.” He ordered Tony who was standing close behind.
He turned around to leave. “Take the car back to the estate, I will get to the wedding quicker if I take a cab.”
Tony seemed surprised. “General, should I at least send a few men to accompany you?”
“No, I will be fine.” He muttered and walked away.
**
The roads leading to grand royale hotel were all filled up. Irene McCarthy was getting married to Tommy Roosevelt.
The Roosevelts were the third richest family in Valen City, they were influential with politicians, defense forces and other people of power.
Only the middle class who could afford the one thousand dollar tickets were allowed to attend the wedding at the five star hotel owned by Tony Berkeley.
The guest gossiped amongst themselves while waiting for the bride and the groom to arrive.
“This place is magnificent, the Roosevelts are as wealthy as they claim.”
“True. And so are the McCarthys. To think she got most of her wealth by robbing her ex-fiance, what was his name again?”
“Shhh!” One of the women hushed. “You are going to get us in trouble.”
While all the high class members of the society and a few of the middle class knew the truth about the McCarthy wealth, no one dared to talk about it out loud.
“Anyways, now that both families will be joined in holy matrimony, they will be unstoppable.This union will automatically catapult them to the number one position.”
“Don't be silly. They will be number two at most. I heard that Mr. Berkeley has three times their net worth, he owns a majority of the businesses and industries in this city and abroad.”
“You are right, they will probably be number two.” The woman nodded. “But that regardless is a lot of power for one family. Anyone who makes the mistake of stepping on their foot might not live to regret it.”
Shortly after, the Bride and the Groom had walked in and the marriage procedures began.
“Irene McCarthy, do you take Tommy Roosevelt to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
Irene forced a smile, she was having second thoughts about this. She didn't find Tommy romantically attractive, but her Aunt Isla had convinced her that it was the best decision she could make.
“Irene?” Tommy called back her attention with sheepish smile on his face.
Tommy Roosevelt was a Nepo baby, he never worked for a thing in his life, he had everything handed over to him. He was neither smart nor intelligent. His father had decided to hand over the company to him only after he officially married Miss Irene.
She on the other hand was smart with the experience of running a business. She was the CEO of McCarthy Corp, formerly known as Voss Corporation.
“Yes, I do.” Irene finally replied.
The impatient priest asked if there was anybody who had a reason why they shouldn't get married. Just then the door was kicked open and a man walked in like he owned the place.
He was wearing a black fitted T-shirt that emphasized his stunning physique, charcoal gray cargo pants and black combat boots.
Silently standing in the hallway, his presence filled the hall, instantly stealing the audience’s attention.
“Oh my God, who is that man and why does he have so much Aura?” one of the guests gushed in veneration.
“I think I know him! Isn't this Damien Voss, the one who got sentenced to prison?”
“It's Damien Voss! He used to be Irene's Fiancé. Isn't he supposed to be dead or rotting away in jail?”
“Yes, he was convicted for murder, he shouldn't be here.”
Meanwhile Irene immediately recognized him. She used to be in love with Damien, until her family convinced her otherwise.
The Roosevelts and McCarthy families who were both seated at the front row stood up in shock. They had all forgotten about Damien, believing he was long dead.
“You might want to rethink that decision. After all, that woman betrayed her first Fiancé. What makes you think you will be different?” Damien asked with a cold expression on his face.
Tommy quickly climbed down the little stairs, his face twisting with anger. “How dare you show up here? Who let this criminal in here?” He yelled.
It was only then that the crowd noticed the two bodyguards lying unconscious outside the door. They were confused.
Irene wondered how this was possible. Her family had paid the warden to beat up Damien everyday until he died in jail, but here now, her Ex-fiance had never looked healthier.
He was in perfectly good shape! And the way he stood? There was a mysterious aura around him.
“I never ended my engagement with Irene, so I am here to make sure you don't marry her.” Damien said with a grin.
Irene couldn't help but blush. Even after everything they did to him, Damien still wanted her, she thought.
And who wouldn't? She was one of the prettiest women in this city! Long red hair, curvy hips, firm looking breasts and amazing legs. Everyone wanted her.
“That is bullshit! Have you lost your mind?” Tommy lashed out. “You are completely worthless. I am going to marry Irene today, but first… I will put you in your place!” He yelled and rushed towards Damien.
But before he could even throw a punch, Damien struck him down with a single blow to the face.
The crowd gasped in disbelief as Tommy collapsed. What inhumane strength was that?
“Did he just strike down Tommy Roosevelt with a single slap?”
“He has made a terrible mistake. He must think things are still the same as five years ago. He is just an ex-convict now and he dares hit a Roosevelt?” another guest whispered.
Irene stood there in shock. “What have you done, Damien?” she whispered.
A few seconds ago, she thought Damien might have gotten a second chance at life, but right now, she knew he was as good as dead.
How could he be so foolish as to hit Tommy? The Roosevelts were not going to spare him at all for this embarrassment.
Damien on the other hand didn't even flinch. As he stared at the woman he used to share his bed with, there was not a sign of regret or fear in his eyes, there was only confidence and hatred. A hunger for vengeance!
T. B. C!
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