All Chapters of A Thrash becomes tyrant : Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
10 chapters
Public Mockery
I hated this night. Every year, the family held a banquet, all shiny dresses, loud laughter, and fake smiles. And every year, I felt smaller than a bug. I stepped into the grand hall, trying to act confident. My tie was straight. My shirt was clean. But none of that mattered. I knew what everyone really thought of me. “Daniel, hurry! Pass the drinks, will you?” my mother-in-law called, waving her hand like I was a servant. Her voice had that sharp edge, the kind that cuts deeper than any knife. I swallowed. “Yes… right away.” My hands shook slightly as I took the silver tray. I could feel their eyes on me. Not a single friendly one. Just amusement, judgment, and… pity. I made my way to the table where my wife, Linda, sat. She was laughing at something her friends said. She had the perfect smile and a perfect hairdo to grace the occasion. And she looked at me for a second, a small smile twisting her lips. But it wasn’t a nice smile. It was one of those smiles that said, you are
Betrayal & Despair
I thought the night could not get worse. After the banquet, I dragged myself home, my shoulders aching, my head heavy. My stomach was a tight knot of shame. Every laugh, every gentle gossip from the hall replayed in my mind, telling me I was a nobody. A joke.I let out a gentle sigh the moment I walked in feeling all tired and worried out. The house was quiet when I entered. The light was on, everything seemed perfect, but then the air smelled… different. Sweet, sharp perfume lingered, the kind I didn’t recognize as mine. My heart thumped, and my gaze swept the sitting room fast. But there was nothing—nothing that could explain it. Maybe I was imagining things. Maybe she had just sprayed it earlier. I set my keys on the table, trying to calm myself. But then I heard it. A masculine voice gently coming from upstairs. Our bedroom. My stomach sank. I froze. My legs felt heavy. My hands trembled, but I forced myself to move. Each step toward the bedroom made my heart pound harder.
Worthless In The Eyes Of All
I woke up the next morning feeling like my whole body had been crushed overnight. My head throbbed. My chest felt heavy. The memory of last night—Linda, the man, the contract—was stuck in my mind like a thorn I could not pull out.I still don't know where I went wrong in all of this or what I did to her to have deserved such a cruel fate. Was it a crime to love? I didn’t want to see anyone. I didn’t want to speak. I didn’t want to breathe in the same air as my wife or her family. But it was impossible. This family didn’t give me a choice.The door opened before I could even reach the kitchen. Linda’s mother was standing there. Her eyes were sharp, cold, like a hawk staring down its prey.“Daniel,” she said sweetly, but I knew that sweetness was just a mask for venom. “The family wants to see you.”At the mention of that word, my heart dropped. I wanted to refuse. I wanted to stay in my room, to hide from them, to disappear. But I knew better. Refusing would only make things worse
The impossible
I don't know much about business but I was smart to know which company owns the R&B contract. As it rained cat and dog, I can't help but think of how I was going to enter the most guarded company in the city. I curled up in my wet damp coat as I tried to battle to best rain. It almost looked like the heaven felt I was useless afterall. I had never seen so humiliated In my entire life. I had given. everything to a family that never loved me. A wife who thinks I was nothing but a loafer. As I walked into the rain to find shelter I saw a man wandering aimless in the middle of the road. A flash headlight shown towards him and I dashed forwards immediately. Crash! " Call the ambulance!" " Call 911." That was the last thing I heard before I passed out. ****************************************************************** [ PASSED OUT FOR THREE WEEKS ] I groaned in pains the moment I woke up. The beeping sound of the machine right behind me added to my dull ache. I
The Revelation Of True Power
There is an adage that says, " When life beats you down, then you get up on your feet." This was not for me. Life has delt a great blow to me. I was not only down but I was weak. The cab that carried me stopped right in front of my wife's home. The taxi-driver was so kind to help me get into my wheelchair. " Thanks." I said with a bitter voice, my hand slowly clutching the reels of the irons. " You welcome, Mr. It is not the end of the world." he said with a soft smile. It was not. But it was the end of my life and even my marriage. I don't need to be told that. As I wheeled myself towards the family I called mine, I could hear the loud noise of music. Not just any music. Was that a party or a wedding preparations?My heart jumped. I panicked and that made me even wheeled faster. I got to the gate in time to see canopies here and there. White chairs being arranged in a lovely and orderly manner. The gate keeper saw me and he was shocked. " Mr Dan?" he called slowly. " We
Mixed Feelings
Just when you are down things began to work in your favour. For a moment, I could not believe what he just called me. No one has ever referred to me with a title. I was used to being called name. Names that never really mattered. Names that I was being branded with. The title ' Young Master' felt foreign. The gate keeper looked at me again and back at the man in suit. " You must be mistaken, Sir. The man here is..." he stuttered. " The man here is the lost son of Mac Donald." he said with a smile. " Mac Donald? But that is..." the gate keeper looked at me and back at the man. I was still dazed. I could barely believe what the doctor was saying. I looked back at the family that had ridiculed me. At the house that has thrown me out without a second thought. " Please, your family is waiting." the doctor said. I was led into the black silk limousine. As the car roared into life, I looked back with anger. Linda and her family were going to suffer every s
Fate
Before I could say a word, the strange doctor had already inserted the syringe and was taking a sample of my blood. I said nothing but waited till he was done.“All done, Mr Dan. I will leave you to continue your conversation with Mr Donald,” he said and walked out.The room grew even more tense.I wheeled around to get a good angle of this old mystery man. “You want to tell me what that was all about?” I asked.He looked at me and smirked.“You don’t look dumb, Dan. I believe you are a smart man. Why don’t you do the guessing?” he said almost immediately.I watched him walk over to the wine shelf. He turned slightly. “Scotch?”“Water is fine,” I replied sharply.“You are going to need something more than water for what is coming next,” he said again.His words were making me jumpy, but still, I tried to calm my nerves.“Why am I really here?” I asked again.“Because he said you are my son,” he replied.This was where I felt lost.“You mean you are not sure if I am your son?” I asked
Blood Never Lies
The room felt suffocating for me. I could barely breath. It is strange to see how just one letter could change the fate of man. My fate. The brown envelope felt heavier than it looked.The doctor stood still, his face unreadable, like a man who had delivered too many life-changing results to be impressed by one more. Mac Donald did not rush him. He only stretched his hand slowly, the way a man does when he already knows the answer but still fears hearing it.“Give it to me,” he said.The doctor handed him the envelope and stepped back.I watched Mac Donald’s fingers slide under the flap. My chest felt tight. My leg, the useless one, throbbed faintly like it was reacting to the tension in the room. I swallowed hard and held onto the arm of the chair.He pulled out the paper.The silence was loud.His eyes scanned the document once.Then again.He stopped breathing for a second. I noticed it because I was doing the same.Slowly, his lips curved—not a smirk this time, not a playful g
Taking back what matters
I was still in shock. It all happened to fast. The loud sound of the camera shutters and the way media's swarm across to take exclusive pictures. One of the reporters moved closer, " A question Mr Dan Donald." he said quickly shoving the microphone in my face. My guards looked at me and I nodded. " Ain't you married to Linda Sinclair? What happened between you two?" he asked I looked at him and back at the camera. "She thought I was useless. A thrash to be discarded but now, I am going to make her realise what she lost." I said with a grin. " Are you saying you are getting revenge against her family?" he asked again" No. I am going to make them pay for humiliating me. For making me feel worthless and for everything I had been through for the last ten years. They are going to feel my pain." Those were my last words before I got into the car and zoomed off into the night. I looked at my personal assistant who smiled. " You did good out there sir." she said with a smile. " Here i
A Hold In Plan
I was sure Linda and her family were slowly going to have realised what hit them by now. I didn't only took away their hope but I took something else. I made sure all their existing contract was stopped. It was a clear message they were not really going to expect. I woke up very early the following day. The R&B contract was going to be announced that morning. I woke up but still, I felt like I was missing something very important. My mind went back to what my father had told me. Whatever he meant that night means war was coming. I need to be ready but first, Linda and her family were going to bow at my feet. I was going to make them. I heard a knock on my door, making me flinch alittle. " Who is that?" I said gently getting out of bed. " Laura." Her voice was hard to miss. Ever since she was assigned to me, I had loved her. Laura was efficient and she does things without me telling her too. " Come in." I said walking towards the golden sunlight that filte