Almighty Bruce

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The man was no other person than Lucas Reynold, a business rival who had always wanted to take the things that belonged to Bruce.

He knew that Lucas coveted Stacy, but never had he thought that his wife was going to fall for the same man she claimed she hated after all the promises she made to him.

Suddenly, the orchestra stopped playing, followed by a commotion in the hall.

Everyone recognized Bruce Spencer, the wealthiest Bachelor in the City before he was allegedly killed for assassinating the Mayor.

“Is that…” One of the guests in the hall couldn’t finish her words. She was dumbfounded by the sight of the General.

“It can't be! He should be dead!” Another added, wiping his face to be certain that he wasn’t dreaming.

Soon, there was a heavy stillness in the large hall, and the only sound that could be heard was that of Bruce’s soles, marching vigorously along the aisle until he stopped in front of the Celebrants who couldn’t believe their eyes.

“It can’t be! You should be dead!” Lucas was the first to speak while Stacy was still struggling with her breath, eyes spellbound as though she had seen a ghost.

“Bruce?” Stacy forced herself out of Lucas’ arms, taking a staggering step backward in order to stop herself from falling.

Bruce’s rage slowly began to rise, and the fact that he had seen the couple kiss made him more angry. The pictures were almost permanent inside his head.

“How are you still alive, Bruce? They said you were dead.” Stacy took another step backward, unable to face the man she had betrayed.

“You promised that you were going to wait for me,” Bruce would have teared up, if not that he had forgotten how to.

The last time was ten years earlier, when he saw the flames that devoured his family in their resort.

“You are too late Bruce! She is mine now!” Lucas abruptly grabbed Stacy by her waist, and pulled her to himself.

“We have been married for nine years, Bruce! Nine solid years!” Lucas sneered, his snigger loud enough for Bruce to hear.

It became obvious to Bruce that Stacy had married Lucas barely a year after he was gone, and the guilty look on her face made his curiosity linger.

“What have you done?” He asked, uncertain if he was ready for the answer, but there was someone else willing to give him a response.

“She did exactly as she was instructed!” A voice responded from a corner of the hall while some of the guests left the way for a man to walk through.

It was no other person than Donald Beckham, Stacy’s father.

“You were only a means to an end, Bruce! All we wanted was everything your family owned, and Stacy here was our means to get it.” Donald sniggered, his words hit Bruce like a canon ball.

“Everyone! Behold a murderer! Bruce Spencer Killed the former Mayor of Pinewood, and now he roams freely after such a long time as though his sins have been forgiven and forgotten.”

Donald was trying to rouse the memories of the incident in the minds of the few dignitaries in the hall, but no one was brave enough to even say a word audibly.

“Why are you in a military outfit? Is there any costume party going on? I am sure you didn’t come for this one.” Donald sniggered, and Lucas joined him at once, pointing at the military suit they considered fake.

“He is the General, you moron!” Enzo fired at Lucas, angry that they were disrespecting his boss.

He had the intension of going after the two men, but Bruce signaled him not to.

“This must be the joke of the century. How can this loser be the reason why we are safe? That’s impossible!” Donald was certain of what he said, and he scoured in search of his bodyguards.

“Where are those guards?! They should come and bundle this fool out of this place! I am sure the Mayor would be happy to set a good example with him!”

“No, Mr Beckham. Let me handle this. It would be such an honor if the Mayor finds out that I dealt with the man who murdered his predecessor.” Lucas snorted, ready to prove himself before his father-in-law.

Stacy was still struggling with the guilt of her betrayal, but the presence of her father suddenly made her courageous.

“I planned to take this to your grave after I must have spat on it again for the past ten years. But since you are here, you can as well sign.” She pulled out an envelope and threw it at Bruce.

It landed on his chest and fell to the ground.

“That’s the divorce paper! I already forged your signature, but you can still sign on it. Keep it!” Stacy sniggered and the men joined her.

Lucas was so satisfied with what was happening. “If only you listened to me ten years ago when I asked you to hand me over that deal, maybe I would have spared you.”

He puffed his chest and got ready to deal with Bruce just like he promised.

“Come on, boy! You have to pay for your crime.” He tried to push Bruce, but he was as firm as a rock.

He tried for the second and third time, but that only landed him in a deep mess.

Infuriated by everything that he discovered, Bruce grabbed Lucas by his neck and gave him a headbutt which sent him sprawling to the ground.

Unsatisfied with the amount of blood he saw oozing from his nostrils and mouth, he picked him up from the ground and gave him an uppercut, allowing him to crash on a table nearby, the sound of falling cutlery and glasses followed.

One after the other, the few guests began to scramble for the exit, afraid that they were going to be next. They left Stacy and her father to watch Lucas whimper and grunt in pain.

When Bruce saw that he was barely clinging to life, he turned to face the Beckhams, a look of disdain plastered on his face.

“We are sorry, Bruce! Please!” Donald Pleaded with a quivering voice, but Bruce was never a man of so many words. His eyes and actions did most of the talking.

Donald soon ran out of the building, and his daughter followed him at once while one of the soldiers who came with Bruce dragged Lucas out of the premises.

When he was certain that there was no other intruder in his family mansion, Bruce took out his phone and made a call.

“Mr Spencer?! Is that you?” An anxious male voice said from the other end.

“Yes, Mr Jones. I am back.” Bruce responded at once.

“How much money do I have in my bank accounts?”

“One moment.” The sound of a keyboard clicking followed the words of the Bank Manager and in less than a minute, he gave a response.

“You have five hundred trillion, Mr Spencer.”

“Good. Unlock the accounts.” He instructed and ended the call at once.

It wasn’t long before Enzo moved closer to him and whispered to his right ear;

“I have found the lady who saved you ten years ago.”