Billionaire's Psycho Wife

Chapter-12

" She, the one sitting in the basement is the one who killed my father. "

"Pppooooo", David spat the beer on to James face in shock. He didn't even tried to apologise or wipe the beer mixed with his saliva.

" It's alright ", James said to himself , grabbed a piece of towel and wiped. " Yeah, But she's a duck that lays gold ".

David placed the beer glass away, massaged his brows and said, " Listen James, my inner combined with your confusing words insists me to smash you with that beer glass. So stop confusing my lil brain and tell what exactly happened. And more importantly if she killed your father why didn't you kill her in the spot. Why did you asked my to call a psychiatrist to treat her ? ", he closed his ears and massaged them, "Haaa.....My head. It hurts in confusion ".

" I'll come up from the beginning itself. Before twelve years I was a piece of jerk. "

" You are still a jerk Mister", David added.

" Do you want me to continue my story or not ".

" Continue".

" I was a jerk who could do nothing. I had no wealth, no health and no mother. My mother left me when I was fourteen and my dad and ran behind a luxurious duck. My full time alcoholic father used to cry in my lap and at that situation his personal mantra was something like this," Money James ! Money is everything. It can buy anything, anyone." He started to do over duty in drinking and abused his own body, stating that he was suffering from the loss of my mother. And did I ever told you about my father, he is a wonderful person that no son should deserve. He helped lots of liquor shops by sacrificing himself to the welfare of the shops. He worked as a scientist in a small company and they kicked him out for mixing beer in a coffee machine. Then he went to poker games and started spending his little savings on them. I didn't pay much attention to that at first. Then I realized that he was a world class champion in losing money and drinking. An absolute loser in poker games and life. After losing all the money, he would come back with torn pants and growling stomach. My mind would always tells me not to end up like my father. I wanted to change my life, to a bigger level that no one could ever imagine. The next day I stepped I of the house with a strong determination. I began robbing my neighbors money in there absence and used to snatch chains in the subway. My hard work finally paid off one day".

" Hard work you say ? ", David raised his brows in shock who never heard this side of James.

" Y-Yeah, my hardwork. I need to know, the neighbors leave , return back from the office and at what time there'll be no cops around....Its an exhaustive work you know. After a few months, I saved enough money and went to college. I rented a house near the college and stayed. At that time I thought my father would have probably died in hunger. But to my surprise I saw his face in a news channel while stealing a supermarket. It wasn't about getting in a fight with bar attenders or vomiting on to anyone's wives. I could believe what I just saw there."

" Tell what you saw. I hate suspense, sucker", interrupted David.