Counterattack Of The Useless Son-in-law

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It seemed like James' punch and the sound of Bill falling to the ground were too loud cause they got the attention of Bill's bodyguards, who were standing outside the house. They all rushed in and attacked James who didn't hold back.

But their numbers were just too much. After a few minutes, he was restrained and beaten up before being dragged to the police station, where he was locked up for assault.

Bill didn't leave the police station without telling James, "I can give you a chance to get out of prison even though you hit me. All you have to do is bow your face to the ground in front of me and I will show mercy"

Bill was just 30 years old but was already amongst the top 20 richest men in the country. He's handsome, popular, and has millions to his name along with powerful connections. James was the very first person to ever have the guts to hit him and it was like a huge slap to his pride.

James slipped his hands into his pocket and walked into the prison cell, not bothering to give him a reply. Bill immediately went ballistic, screaming at him and ordering the guards to make James' life in prison a living hell.

Bill wasn't just bluffing. James was beaten up with wooden sticks by more than twelve prison inmates from all sides. James didn't react, his face expressionless as fists connected with his jaw.

That day passed in a haze, and the next, Lilian arrived at the prison cell alongside Bill, tossing a thick stack of documents onto James's lap. 'Sign these,' she said curtly, her voice dripping with disdain. 'They're the divorce papers.'

James signed it and they left. With Bill's influence, James was sure he'd be in prison for at least three months, however, as he was washing one of the lieutenant's smelly clothes and socks. A prison administrator unlocked his cell.

"James, your bail has been taken care of. You're free to go"

James' was taken aback and wanted to ask questions but decided against it. He abandoned what he was doing and followed the prison administrator out. Immediately, James stepped out; a bulky man, a towering figure with a thick beard and scars on his face, strode towards him.

"Sir James" The bulky man bowed his head to the ground in front of him, "The patriarch would like to speak with you, please follow me"

For the first time in his life, someone spoke to him with genuine respect. Despite not knowing who the mysterious "Patriarch" was, he decided to follow the man closely. The bulky figure led him to a stunning Bugatti La Voiture Noire. Its exceptional quality and sleek design outshone even the luxurious Bugatti Divo packed at a corner.

"Young master, please get in," The bulky man said, opening the door of the Bugatti and gently pushing James closer to the door.

Young master??

James gazed skeptically into the luxurious car. An old man was seated comfortably inside with his legs crossed and a cup of coffee in his hand. He took a little sip then his eyes swooped over, staring right at James. A warm smile braced his lips as he spoke, "I know you might be a bit skeptical by this old man's impromptu invitation but don't you worry, I don't plan to do anything bad to you. I just want to let you know your true identity"

"My true identity?" James scoffed, finding everything funny.

"Yes please, just a few minutes," The old man said, his eyes begging him, and in the end, James decided to stay.

"Go on"

"James, I have something important to tell you. Something that will change your life forever."

James kept quiet, waiting for him to go straight to the ducking point.

"I'm your father," The old man says, his voice trembling.

James stared at him for a moment before crossing his arms. "Oh really?"

James would've argued back and yelled at the old man, calling him a liar and all that but the striking facial similarities between the two made him shut his mouth. For some reason, he wasn't as happy as he thought he would be if he met a family member one day.

"I know you might not believe me, but I am, and I can prove it," The old man said, dropping the mug aside and moving towards James. He takes James' left hand and unbuttons his sleeves, pulling them upward to expose a dark tattoo.

It was circular, slightly imperfect, with an arrow pointing upwards, emerging from the middle to the top and a s***h/cut: A long, diagonal line cutting through the circle's side.

James had been with this tattoo forever, and he never really gave it any attention.

"I have a similar tattoo. This is our family's crest" The man said before lifting his shirt a bit and turning his back toward James. Indeed, he had a similar tattoo engraved on the lower part of his back.

"And what reason did you thoroughly think through for abandoning me?" James said sarcastically.

The old man takes a deep breath, "I know. I'm the one who left you at the orphanage. I did it to protect you."

"Protect me? From what?"

The man explains, his words pouring out, "I have too many enemies, James. As the CEO of XY Corps, The largest company in North America, and a well-known billionaire in the world. People wanted to hurt me, and I knew they'd target you, too. I had to keep you safe."

His eyes lock onto James'.

"I've taken care of my enemies, but I can't guarantee that more would not appear; however, you are all grown now. It's safe for you to know the truth. I want to make amends, James. I want to be your father."

James asks, "And... What is your name?"

"My name is Robert Williams"

James nodded, finding the name very familiar. He would just have to browse when he gets home.

"I'm willing to earn your trust, Son. I'll do whatever it takes."