CHAPTER 2He frowned, confused about why it was so. However, he grabbed the remote on the table and turned it off before hurrying upstairs.This house was his. He had rented it for himself and his girlfriend through his savings from his cleaning job at his current workplace.However, due to his work schedule and the distance from the house to work, David had decided to live in one of the rooms provided by the restaurant for its workers.His girlfriend had been the only one staying in the apartment, still hunting for a job.Reaching upstairs, David paused at the door. He hesitated before holding the doorknob, twisting it to open it. But it was locked.Surprise etched on his face. “Locked? Why did she lock it?” He muttered, shaking his head. Then he knocked. “Skyler, please open the door. It’s me. David.”There was no response.He sighed, “Open the door, please.” he uttered, his patience wearing thin.It was at that moment—“Is that the condom guy? What took you so long, you son of a bi

CHAPTER 4Meanwhile, tears of frustration and heartbreak formed in David's eyes, making his vision blurry as he narrowed them at Skyler."How could you? How could you do such a thing as this to me, Skyler?" David continued, his voice breaking heavily with emotion. “After everything I did for you. After you lost your job, I made sure to provide everything you needed. Used my savings to make sure you don't lack a single thing."He paused, the tears rolling down his cheeks. "But this is how you choose to repay me? By cheating with him in our house? On our bed?”His gaze shifted, landing on Everett. His chest tightened.“And you. How dare you take advantage of her current predicament!"David bit his lips, lunged a fist, aiming at Everett's face.But before he could—-Bang!A tight, resounding slap spread across his face.The impact sent his face jolting to the side. He staggered backward, something ringing in his ears.He turned, disbelief and astonishment in his eyes."S—Skyler? You slap

CHAPTER 6 An hour later…. A cab slowly stopped in front of a towering building and the door opened. David hurriedly stepped out, his heart pounding against his chest–not from Skyler's betrayal anymore but from the fear of losing his job. Right now, this job is his only hope of survival. Skyler had not only betrayed him, but had also set his belongings on fire. If he loses his job now, he'll be left with nothing, wandering on the street, eating crumbs like a slumdog. Quickly, David reached into his pocket, hoping to grab a buck to pay the driver. However, nothing came out. He dug deeply for the second, expecting to see something yet nothing. “Damn it! Got no bucks on me.” He cursed under his breath, slamming his hand against his leg, sweat forming on his forehead. He lowered his gaze, shame and embarrassment covering his face as he opened his mouth to speak to the driver. The driver, dressed in a black, slightly shabby jacket, hands wrapped against the steering wheel, patien

CHAPTER 8 Hearing that, the staff lady who had rushed down when she heard the noise smiled. “The worst is going to happen to him today. Foolish boy!” David's close pal at work, shook his head, feeling pity. “Warned him not to go. Look what he’s doing to himself.” “But S—-” the security leader wanted to argue. "I said, drop him down.” He swallowed hard and nodded. As David was slowly been taken down as ordered—- Boom! The man saw something around his hand. Two embedded letters. It was rightly written on David’s left hand. Bold. Clear. Visible to read. He instinctively staggered backward. One of the bodyguards caught him immediately. The customers exchanged glances. Even David was shocked as he stared at the man. “Are you okay, Sir? Need some water?” one of his men asked, worried and concerned. Mr. Walter shook his head. "No. I'm fine. No need.” His bodyguard swallowed hard, nodding even though worry was still etched on his face. Walter reluctantly walked forward, stand

CHAPTER 10Walter nodded, letting out a deep, rich chuckle. “Why not? You are my son. Whatever is mine is yours. Please, come. Right here, sign it.”David stepped forward, grabbed the pen, stole a glance at Walter who nodded, approving him to sign, then he finally penned down his signature on the document.Walter took the documents, scanning them, ensuring they were properly signed.He nodded. “Perfect," he said. He then turned to face the manager. “As you already know, he's my son. So from henceforth, he owns this place, he'll be the one supervising every single thing."The hush in the room continued as everyone watched with bewildered eyes, hands covering their mouths.Only Walter spoke.David stood there, everything seeming surreal.But it was really happening.The manager nodded vigorously, her throat dried with words. She didn't know what to say.Someone whom she just fired a few minutes ago is now the chairman of this multi-million dollar restaurant.Life.It has its way of doin