From Prison To Billion-Dollar Empire

Chapter Seven His Eyes Out The Socket

 

Markson’s leg shook uncontrollably as he stood rooted to the spot. Beads of sweat covered his face, sliding down his temples and dripping onto his collar. 

His heartbeat raced wildly, as if it wanted to bolt out of his chest and escape before the rest of him could follow.

He knew it.

The truth had finally caught up with him, and there was no escape this time.

Millier’s words were as simple as they sounded, yet they struck with the weight of a hammer. Liam owned this prison henceforth. No riddles. No exaggeration. No room for doubt. Which meant something that was undeniable and terrifying.

Liam, someone who had once been a prisoner. Someone Markson had humiliated, tormented, and bullied every single day for the past five years he had been trapped within these prison walls. Someone he had treated like dirt simply because he wore an orange jumpsuit and had no power to fight back. Just moments ago, Markson had been preparing to throw him back into a cell like trash. But now… now that same Liam was the owner of the prison?

The realization hit him hard.

A person in a higher position than even the Chief Warden?

Markson’s knees buckled under the weight of his fear, and he fell unto his knees with a loud thud. His pride shattered in an instant. Never in his entire career had he shot himself in the foot the way he had done today.

“Sir!” His voice came out loud but shaky, breaking halfway through as panic clawed at his throat.

“I’ve offended you. Please forgive me!”

Liam smirked faintly, the expression calm but cold. “No!” he sounded, his voice firm and final.

He stood tall, unbothered by the man kneeling before him. Being someone who had inherited the wealth of the late richest man came with responsibility. Sebastian had made that clear before he passed. He had given Liam one major instruction. 

If he forgave those who wronged him without remorse, then he did not deserve this power.

And Markson’s cruelty had gone far beyond forgiveness.

There was no way he was going to ignore this.

“Fire him immediately.” Liam said, turning calmly to face Miller.

“Yes sir, with immediate effect!” Miller replied without hesitation, bowing deeply.

Instantly, he pulled out his phone and made a call, his tone sharp and authoritative.

"Fire him, and have the internal affairs team audit his records. I want every bribe he ever took documented." Millier ordered firmly on the phone.

The words felt like a death sentence.

Markson wailed uncontrollably. The consequence of his actions was too much for him to handle. Years of abusing power had finally come crashing down on him.

“Please sir, forgive me! Please… please…”

He rolled helplessly on the cold ground, clinging to the last shred of hope that this humiliation might soften Liam’s heart. That pity might save him.

But it didn’t.

Liam swung his hands behind his back like a master surveying his domain, his posture relaxed yet commanding. He did not flinch. He did not look away.

“Prepare the list of every prisoner and every officer here. Send it to me via my assistant, Edwards Hills.”

He paused briefly before continuing, his eyes dark with resolve.

“I will crosscheck everyone and fire and release some prisoners who are innocent but were tossed into cells because of corrupt officers like Markson.”

“Yes sir!” Miller saluted immediately, his respect unquestionable now.

***

Liam stepped out of the prison walls and stood at the massive iron gate. The air outside felt lighter, freer. 

For the first time in years, he stood on the other side not as an inmate, but as the man in control.

He saw it from a distance. A sleek, dark limousine was parked neatly ahead, and a man holding an umbrella stood by the front of the car, waiting patiently.

Seeing him from the distance, Liam recognized the man immediately.

“Edward,” he smiled softly, watching how the man bowed respectfully from afar.

A thought crossed Liam’s mind as he began to walk slowly forward. 

Had it been that his condition had remained the same as a poor man, this moment would never have existed. 

That was how Michael Kingston would have successfully thrown him back into prison. And because of officers like Markson, this injustice would have been buried, hidden, and never heard of. He would have been suffering behind bars forever.

The thought made him smirk.

He was not only going to deal with the Kingston family. No. That was just the beginning.

“I will be the redeemer of Greenfield. The voice of the powerless.” He clenched his fist tightly, his resolve solidifying.

“Master,” Edward bowed again as Liam reached him.

“Do you really have to buy the whole of the prison?” Liam asked.

“Yes sir,” Edward added immediately.

“I took the liberty of finalizing the acquisition the moment I heard Markson was causing trouble,” Edward explained smoothly. 

“You are the owner now, Master. The law here is whatever you say it is.”

Liam let out a soft, dry chuckle. It wasn't the laugh of a happy man, but the sound of someone who finally held the sword.

“May I tell you that the total assets of the late grand master have been fully passed to you, sir. Permit me to show you everything that now bears your name.”

“Please come in, sir.” Edward opened the door and bowed once more.

Liam stepped into the limousine, his heart racing slightly.

It was time to finally see the fortune he had inherited and for reasons he couldn’t yet explain, the power that came with it terrified him just as much as it thrilled him.