Rise Of The Penniless Trillionaire

Chapter 2

Jason stormed into his apartment, consumed by a sour mood. All he yearned for was a glass of wine and a peaceful night's sleep to distract him from the waves of humiliation he endured throughout the day.

Sliding his key into the lock, Jason discovered that the door was unexpectedly unlocked. His instincts immediately kicked in, triggering suspicion. The only person who shared this living space with him was his girlfriend, Cecil, who had explicitly mentioned she would be working and not returning home for the night.

With a broomstick in hand, he cautiously crept into the house, determined to catch the intruder off guard. He was ready to strike without hesitation.

As he stepped into the living room, a bewildering scene unfolded before his eyes. Cecil, his girlfriend, had her tongue entangled with another man's. Their bodies pressed against each other shamelessly, oblivious to his presence.

With a broken heart, Jason struggled to utter Cecil's name, his voice laden with anguish. "Cecil!"

Startled, Cecil abruptly pulled away from her supposed lover, yet her expression lacked any trace of remorse.

Jason's words choked in his throat as he trembled with pain. "Why..." he stammered. "Why would you do this to me?"

Cecil fell silent for a few agonizing seconds, her mind racing to determine her next course of action.

"Jason," she uttered emotionlessly, her words infused with perplexity, as if caught in a dilemma of what to say.

"What the fuck is happening here?" Jason cried out, his eyes welling up with tears.

"What have I done?" she snapped, her voice now firm and confident. Jaason squinted in shock, realizing the change in her tone.

"You're cheating on me in my own house, on my own sofa, and you have the audacity to ask what you've done to me?" he thundered, his voice filled with disbelief. "This is utterly unacceptable," he added, his annoyance palpable.

"What, precisely, is unacceptable?" she retorted with a sudden burst of annoyance. "Is it the fact that I've endured you all these years without receiving anything in return?" Cecil's voice resonated with a fiery intensity.

Jason immediately sensed her mounting frustration.

"What are you talking about, Cecil?" he asked, each word shattering his heart. "I am your man," he pleaded. "I am everything to you," he added.

She paused abruptly, turning to face him with a mixture of surprise and cruel amusement. Suddenly, she burst into a fit of hysterical laughter, a sound that pierced his soul.

Tears welled up in Jason's eyes, on the verge of spilling over. The growing rift between them had been evident, but he never imagined she would betray him to such depths.

"You dare call yourself a man?" she uttered icily, her words cutting through him like a sharp blade. "A boy is a more fitting description. A man who can barely provide for his girlfriend is unworthy of the title 'man'." Her stern tone reverberated in his ears, intensifying his anguish. Jason's body prickled with goosebumps, struggling to comprehend what he was hearing.

"And in case you haven't grasped why you witnessed this today," she continued, her voice resolute. "It's because I'm exhausted from struggling with you," she declared. "I'm tired of living hand to mouth!" Her words were laced with bitterness as she shook her head vehemently.

"I'm moving on with my life with him because he gives me everything I need and makes me happy. He is a real man!" she added, pointing proudly to the man she had been entangled with. Confidence radiated from him.

Jason glanced at the man, and a spark of recognition illuminated his desolate eyes.

He was the son and sole heir of the largest biotech company in the state, ranking among the wealthiest businessmen.

"Is this all about money?" Jason asked Cecil, who was already packing her belongings, ready to leave.

"Cecil, please. I can still forgive you. We can work things out. Don't throw away everything we've worked so hard for," Jason pleaded, his hands clasped together in shame.

"Oh, please!" Cecil snapped dismissively.

"I've always tried to fulfill your needs," he pressed, moving closer and reaching out to grasp her hand, trying to stop her from packing. However, another voice cut through the tense air, sending a shiver down Jason's spine.

"Take your filthy, poverty-stricken hands off my woman," the man growled with a scowl. Jason was momentarily shaken, but he refused to let go of Cecil.

"I've told you to be patient with me," he said to Cecil, his voice trembling like a drenched chicken. "I'm working on something, and soon I'll be able to give you the life you desire." He attempted to pull Cecil towards him, desperate to make her face him.

Without warning, Cecil delivered a stinging slap across his face, causing him to stagger backward, his hand instinctively reaching to soothe the pain. The man laughed mockingly at Jason's reaction.

"Look at you, stumbling over a mere slap from a woman," he taunted. "Poor fellow," he added, moving closer to Cecil and placing his arm around her shoulders.

"That's the same thing you've been saying for the past three years we've been together," Cecil began, her voice growing louder and more elevated.

"I've been the one paying most of the bills, supporting you, and yet you have the audacity to tell me to be patient?" she continued, closing the distance between them.

"Well," she began again, her voice dripping with disdain. "I want you to understand, in your ignorant, impoverished mind, that I am leaving you, your empty pockets, your pathetic little apartment, and your futile future plans!" With those words, she picked up her suitcase, and the man accompanying her helped carry it out.

"Don't even think about searching for me or contacting me ever again," she declared, storming out of the house.

But Jason couldn't bear to let her go. He followed after her, pleading with her not to leave.

However, she swiftly climbed into the man's car, and they sped away.

"Cecil, please don't leave," Jason pleaded, his last words dissipating into the dust kicked up by the departing vehicle.

He took a few minutes, hoping that Cecil would miraculously return, but after ten agonizing minutes passed without any sign of her, he wearily walked back inside. Collapsing onto his bed, he sat there in a state of bewilderment, his face buried in his hands, replaying the events that had just unfolded.

No one deserves to be treated in such a heartless manner.

As he sat, engulfed in self-pity, a message buzzed on his phone, eliciting a frustrated groan from him.

It was likely one of the loan sharks he owed money to, sending him a threatening message.

He sluggishly reached for his phone and glanced at the screen. It was a message from his bank. He immediately opened it, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

A colossal sum of five hundred trillion dollars had been deposited into his account. He dropped the phone in shock and looked around, half-expecting it to be a prank or a dream.

Picking up the phone again, he confirmed that the amount was real. He pinched himself hard, hoping to dispel any illusion of the five hundred trillion dollars magically appearing in his account.

To dispel his doubts, he swiftly called the bank and recounted what had transpired.

They confirmed that the money was indeed his, but they couldn't disclose the identity of the sender.

This left him pondering the possibilities. He hadn't done anything to warrant such an extraordinary sum of money. Curiosity quickly morphed into fear.

He didn't want to wake up the next day with dangerous individuals at his doorstep, demanding their money.

After a few moments of anxious anticipation, his phone rang, startling him. He hesitated before finally answering the call.

"Is this Jason Abbott?" the caller inquired.

Jason remained silent for a moment, apprehensive about how to respond.

"Yes, this is him," Jason replied, his voice trembling.

"Okay," the man on the other end began. "I was your father's lawyer before his passing. My name is Alex Mason," he revealed. Jason struggled to grasp the direction the conversation was taking.

"Your father's will stated that upon your twentieth birthday, all of his funds should be transferred to you immediately," Alex paused, and when it seemed that Jason wouldn't interject, he continued.

"I have been keeping tabs on you since your father's passing, and I know that you recently turned twenty, three days ago," Alex informed him.

Jason was taken aback by how well-informed this unfamiliar lawyer was about his life.

"What is the point you're trying to make?" Jason asked, his impatience evident.

"Here's the situation," Alex began, sensing he had captured Jason's attention. "You are now the current and sole heir to the Abbott dynasty," he revealed. "The money transferred to your account is just the tip of the iceberg. You now have access to all other assets, including islands, real estate investments, stocks, and multiple businesses," he explained.

Jason struggled to find the right words. After a brief moment of silence, he finally spoke up.

"I don't know what to say," Jason admitted, his voice filled with disbelief.

"That's precisely why I'm here," Alex reassured him. "Just provide me with your current address, and tomorrow at 8 am sharp, a car will be sent to pick you up," he added.

"Okay, sir," Jason replied. Alex chuckled softly.

"Call me Alex, please. You're my boss now," Alex insisted. "Congratulations, sir," he added before ending the call.

Jason remained in a state of disbelief. He didn't know how to react to the sudden turn of events. Everything was happening so rapidly.

He pondered how they had obtained his account details and phone number, but then again, the wealthy always seemed to have their means, he thought.

His mind raced as he contemplated the dramatic shift his life had just taken in a single day.

As he drifted off to sleep that night, he couldn't help but wonder about the future that awaited him as a newfound heir. He could only hope that he wouldn't wake up the next day to discover that it had all been a dream.