Bruce remained quiet. His father-in-law's ranting had drawn the attention of everyone at the party.
A loud murmur spread through the room. "What the hell is wrong with that fool, Bruce?" "He just refused to serve the man that saved his in-laws from bankruptcy." "What an ungrateful bastard. Has he forgotten who feeds him?" "Marcus is a better man than me. I would've kicked him out years ago." These insults and snide remarks came from every direction. But Bruce breathed through it. He picked up his spectacles and wore them back. But then, Caro stepped forward, her eyes full of disgust. "I cannot believe I allowed myself to be married to an ungrateful pig like you. We were in a financial situation and what did you do about it?" Before Bruce could respond, she fired back. "Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Your salary from your pizza delivery job can't even buy our doormat." Bruce felt little pieces of him breaking away. He tried to speak but the words died in his throat. Caro didn't stop talking. "This is why you'll never amount to anything Bruce. You're poor, worthless and pathetic. I'm ashamed to call you my husband." Bruce gasped, his face falling. Those words shattered him to shards. He gaped at Caro like he had lost the most precious thing in the world. Willis smiled widely with open satisfaction. He enjoyed watching Bruce's humiliation. This was what he wanted; the entire Griffin family lining up neatly behind him like loyal dogs. It amused him how easily he could turn them all against Bruce. It was like taking candy from a baby. Willis stepped closer to Caro and reached for her hand. She didn't pull away. Instead, she let him hold her hand for as long as he wanted. "Caro," Willis said, his voice softening. "You deserve better than this embarrassment. You deserve better than a man who brings nothing but shame to your name and your family." He smiled at her confidently. "I can give your family opportunities beyond anything they've ever imagined. No one would dare look down on the Griffin name again." Then Willis did the unthinkable. He released Caro's hand and went down on one knee. Everyone caught their breath sharply. Willis looked up at Caro, reaching for his pocket. "Caro, I love you. I want to start a life with you," he pulled out a small velvet box and opened it. "Marry me." The room fell into a stunned silence. Inside the box was a diamond ring so beautiful it glittered under the chandelier lights. Caro's lips parted in surprise. She couldn't believe her eyes. This wasn't how she had imagined the night to unfold. "Willis," she finally spoke, covering her mouth, "This is so sudden. I'm already married to Bruce or have you forgotten?" Bruce's gaze darted to Caro, his heart racing. Was she about to reject Willis' proposal to protect their marriage? Willis scoffed. "So what? Ditch him. What exactly can he offer you Caro? I'll give you the world on a silver platter. Bruce would give you nothing but crumbs." A few people murmured in agreement. Caro swallowed. "It's not that simple. You see, Bruce and I were forced into marriage by my grandmother. It was a contract marriage." Willis tilted his head. "Really?" "Sadly, yes," Caro continued, "if I divorce him, the Griffin family is legally obligated to pay him a settlement of over $3 million." "It's true," Marcus said heavily. "As much as I would welcome you as my son-in-law, Mr. Willis, the contract is airtight. If Caro files a divorce, Bruce would be a millionaire. We can't afford to lose that kind of money." He paused, his eyes sliding to Bruce with contempt. "The only way out," Marcus went on, "is if he initiates the divorce. The contract states clearly that if Bruce divorces Caro of his own will, he walks away with nothing." The room fell silent as all eyes turned to Bruce as though he was under a spotlight. Then, Willis laughed softly. "Well, well, well. This has gotten really interesting." He rose to his feet and straightened his jacket. He looked at Marcus. Then at Caro. "I'll buy the contract," Willis announced. Everybody froze. Including Bruce. "Y-You can't do that," Bruce whispered, his face growing pale. "it's legally not possible." "Oh, nothing is impossible for me," Willis bragged. He turned to Caro. "Leave the legal work to me, dear. I'll free you and your family from this trap called marriage. If you'll marry me." Bruce hurried over to Caro. He knelt on the floor and grabbed her hand. "Don't listen to him, Caro. He's only doing this out of spite. I still love you. I'm ready to forgive you for the other night. Don't throw away our marriage." Caro stared down at him like he was dog shit. The disgust in her eyes filled him with dread. "Let go of me," She spat. "Damn it. You bastard, I said let go!" She kicked him in the face causing Bruce to sprawl on the floor. Without sparing him a second glance, she faced Willis and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Yes, Willis," She smiled, her lipstick widening. "I will marry you." To Bruce's horror, they kissed right in front of him. Willis slipped the ring on her finger. The guests and members of the Griffin family cheered with applause from every corner of the house. Bruce remained on the floor, watching them in horror. Suddenly something dark awakened inside him. His eyes hardened, his fists clenched and his teeth sank in his lips, drawing blood. "You'll pay for this, Willis," he whispered, amidst the loud clap and noise. "All of you. You'll pay!" He slowly rose to his feet like a man free from his shell. There was no empathy in his eyes. Only revenge. Adjusting his spectacles, Bruce turned his back and walked out of the room. No one knew at that particular moment that they'd just created a monster who would turn back to haunt them in the future.Latest Chapter
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Later that evening, Harold Robinson entered the hotel where Bruce was staying for their dinner meeting. He had spent the whole day making calls and calling in favors, searching for a way to escape the trap that had closed around him. But still, nothing had worked. Every door he knocked on was slammed shut in his face. Even the president wouldn't pick his calls. It felt like some unknown force was working against him. As he stepped into the hotel lobby, a young woman in a crisp uniform came up to him. "Mr. Robinson? We've been expecting you. Please, follow me."She led him through the lobby, past curious glances and whispered murmurs, to a private dining room at the back of the hotel. The room was elegant and intimate, with a single table draped in white linen and lit by a single candle. The walls were covered in dark wood paneling, and a large window offered a view of the city lights.Harold sat down heavily in one of the chairs. He didn't order anything, not even water. He simply
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The hospital corridor felt sterile and cold, the fluorescent lights humming above as Harold Robinson paced back and forth like a caged animal. He held the phone to his ear, his voice sharp as a two edge sword. "I don't care what it takes," he snarled. "File the lawsuit. Assault, breaking and entering, attempted murder—I want that bastard buried under so many charges he'll never see the light of day again!" He hung up and immediately dialed another number. "Hello? Yes, this is Harold Robinson speaking. I need a favor. I want the case against Bruce Smith to be fast-tracked. No excuses." Just then, the family doctor stepped out of the surgical ward. Harold straightened up, his anger quickly giving way to concern. "How is he?" he demanded. "Is my son going to be alright?" The doctor nodded grimly. "He'll recover. However, the damage was severe. His jaw was broken in three places. He lost several teeth. He has severe injury to his face and ribs. He'll need reconstructive surgery an
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Bruce's car rolled up to the hotel entrance, tires softly hissing on the wet pavement. With his arm steady around her waist, Bruce helped Caro as she leaned into him. Her body shook, still trembling from what she'd been through, her face buried against his shoulder.He led her through the lobby, past the night clerk who wisely said nothing, and into the elevator. They rode in silence to the top floor, where Bruce had reserved an entire suite for his stay.The room was spacious and warm, with soft lighting and a large bed covered in crisp white linens. Bruce led Caro to the bed and helped her sit down."Stay here," he instructed. "I'm calling a doctor."Caro nodded weakly, her eyes fixed on the floor.Bruce pulled out his phone and made a call. Within fifteen minutes, a discreet doctor appeared at the door, carrying a bag. He was a middle-aged man with kind eyes and a calm demeanor, the kind of doctor who had seen too much and learned not to ask questions.He examined Caro gently, cl
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Jake jumped back, his belt falling from his hand as if it had suddenly turned into a snake. His eyes widened with shock as he gaped at Bruce. "How the hell did you get in here?!"Bruce didn't answer. His gaze was fixed on the welts crisscrossing Caro's arms, on the black and blue bruises already forming around her eyes, and the tears streaming down her face. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with terror.Looking at his ex-wife at this state, something inside Bruce snapped. Anger he never knew he had surged inside him like a violent storm. He turned to Jake, his voice shaking with rage. "You bastard. How dare you beat her?"Jake recovered quickly, his shock giving way to rage. He stepped forward, his chest puffed out and his fists clenched at his sides. "This is none of your business! She's my wife! I can do whatever I want with her! Now get the hell out of my house before I call the police!"Bruce neither moved nor flinched. He walked toward Jake, his footsteps slow and his e
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Bruce's private jet sat on the tarmac, its smooth white fuselage shining brightly beneath the runway lights as he drew near. The engines hummed softly, ready for takeoff. A stewardess stood at the bottom of the stairs, her smile polished and professional."Welcome aboard, Mr. Shepherd. We're ready for departure."Bruce nodded absentmindedly, his hand resting on the railing. He set one foot on the first step, then paused.Something felt off. A cold, creeping dread that settled in his chest and refused to let go. There was no logical explanation for it, but the ring on his finger pulsed warmly against his skin, as if trying to tell him something. He turned and looked back at the city lights in the distance. Caro was out there. And something was terribly wrong."Mr. Shepherd?" the stewardess asked, her smile fading. "Is everything alright?"Bruce didn't answer. He stood frozen on the steps, his mind racing. He remembered the hatred in Jake's eyes at the courthouse, how swiftly he for
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Bruce leaned against his car, feeling the cool metal against his back as he gazed up at the towering walls of the Robinson mansion. Half an hour earlier, he had driven Caro home to reconcile with her husband. Just as he waited for her to return, his phone buzzed in his hand. He glanced at the screen; it was Caro. He answered. "So, how did it go?" Bruce inquired. "Did he ask for a divorce?" "It's alright," Caro said, her voice relieved. "Everything is fine with my husband. He forgave me." Bruce's brow tightened. He had driven Caro here himself, expecting her to return with divorce papers in hand. Both expected Jake's refusal to forgive her court betrayal. Bruce had been ready to fund her new life and to protect her if Jake discarded her. But forgiveness? That was unexpected. "I don't know," Bruce said slowly. "This feels off. Don't you think it's odd he's forgiving you so easily?" "It doesn't matter," Caro replied. "As long as I have my husband back. It's better than being
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