0003. Unexpected Turn Of Events.
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The words pierced Richard's chest like a sword, slapping a surge of pain into him. He looked at Fiona with shaky eyes, hurt by all of her words.
“I can't take it anymore, Richard. I want a divorce. You have been living under my roof for a very long time now. Thank goodness your parents abandoned you at a young age. Who knows the amount of shame you'd have brought to their lives,” she insulted.
Richard tried to find words, but none seemed to appear in his head. Her words pierced deeper into his heart, and he could only drown in internal anguish.
“Forget this loser, baby. He can go to hell for all we care,” Judah said, wrapping his hand around her waist.
“Entertain your eyes, Richard, and keep shut, or get out of my house,” Fiona said.
She sunk into Judah's embrace as they continued their passionate romance. Richard's eyes burned, his heart totally stoned with pain. His brain began to get disoriented, as he watched his wife get pleasured by another man.
He turned around, anguish weighing him down, as he walked out of the house silently, while Fiona and Judah got lost in the passion of their intimacy. His vision was blurry, as he tried to live through the haze of pain, walking with wobbling feet.
As he walked far away from the house, Richard turned around and looked back.
“Don't worry, Fiona. I will make you pay. You and that bastard, and your supportive mother, all of you will feel my wrath!” he said with a newfound confidence building up in him.
He turned around and wiped the tears off his face as he walked to the main road. Just as he was about to cross the road, a fleet of Cadillac Escalades with a Rolls Royce in front pulled up in front of him. Richard halted, gasping because he had almost run into the cars, and stood still.
In a shocking parade, some men dressed in black suits and glasses rushed out of the cars. He attempted to run back because he thought they were kidnappers.
He was puzzled when they all bowed in front of them, and from the midst of them stepped up one, who walked up to him.
‘God, please save me,’ Richard prayed in his heart, not wanting to be kidn*pped.
“Greetings, Young Sir,” the man greeted as he stopped in front of Richard. With a puzzled look, Richard scratched his head. It was as if he was dreaming.
Young Sir? Pfft. Who calls him that? The poor and worthless Richard Mason?
“W-who are y-you?” He asked with a stutter.
“We are here with orders to take you to the Madam,” the man informed.
Richard's face twisted in a confused expression. “W-what do you mean?”
“We mean no harm, Young Sir. I invite you to please get in the car with us, and you'll find out everything with time,” he said.
At that point of the showcase, many of the passers-by were watching everything. Some were even taking pictures and videos of the luxury that graced the local grounds of Greenfield and the event unfolding in front of them.
“B-but I d..don't know you,” Richard said. “I can't get into a car with people I don't know,” he protested.
“Sir, please trust me. If you don't believe me, here's a protection for you.” The man paused, signaling to the other behind him to get something from the car. It was wrapped in a black cloth, and as he revealed it, Richard gasped, with eyes wide open.
“You can use this anytime if you ever feel insecure about us. Our lives are in your hands,” the man said, holding the g*n in his hands.
Just that was enough to clear his doubts, but he was still a little bit afraid. He decided to follow their word.
“I'm not taking that,” he refused. “Let's go.”
“Thanks for trusting in us, Young Sir,” he said and bowed again in unison with all
the other men in black.
He opened the back seat of the car for Richard, and Richard stepped into the car. The beauty of the inside left him amazed. He had never been in such luxury ever.
“You can tap on the button, Young Sir, to pick whatever suits you from the TV,” the guard said to Richard, and poured him a glass of wine, and the car zoomed off.
After about 45 minutes, a grand wrought-iron gate opened to a cobblestone driveway leading to the circular courtyard adorned with a central fountain.
Richard was so invested in what he was watching that he didn't realize the car had stopped until the guards beside him moved out of the car.
“We are here, Young Sir,” the one in front said, staring at Richard through the front mirror.
Richard was caught off guard, and he dropped the glass.
“Woah!” He gasped, as his eyes rolled around. Richard couldn't believe his eyes. In front of him was the very famous Avery Hotel, rumored to be the very best in the city.
On the left of the building, the landscaped gardens featured exotic flora, and to the extreme right, an infinity pool stretched towards the horizon. The facade was crafted from rich, dark wood, and hand-cut limestone.
What kind of heaven is this? He thought.
“Sir Richard, the Madam awaits you,” the guard who had approached him earlier, said.
With weak and cold feet, Richard made his way to the inside.
“Am I dead or alive? Where am I?” He asked himself beneath his breath.
The guards led him to an elevator that opened up and took them to another floor. They walked through the sliding glass at the end of a hallway, leading to the penthouse of the hotel. As he entered, there was a guard dressed in black, who bowed at him.
In the center of the bright light that ushered into the room from the balcony, a man stood, with her arms folded.
Richard paused, staring at her, wondering who she was, but as she turned around, his curious face was replaced with an expression of shock and his heart skipped a beat as he saw the face of the woman.
“M…Mom??” He asked with shock lit in his eyes and gasped.
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