2026-03-10 16:53:29The walk back to the Orlando mansion felt like a death march.
Ethan's feet dragged along the sidewalk, each step heavier than the last. Street lights flickered to life as darkness swallowed the city, and with each passing minute, his dread grew. The lottery ticket sat in his jacket pocket like a fragile secret, while his empty hands told a story that would only end in pain.
No dry cleaning. No excuses that would matter. No mercy waiting for him.
The mansion loomed ahead, a three-story monument to the Orlando family's wealth. Warm light spilled from the windows, and through the ornate iron gates, Ethan could see expensive cars parked in the circular driveway. Rodriguez's BMW. Mr. Orlando's Mercedes. And a sleek black Audi he didn't recognize.
The client. Rodriguez had mentioned bringing home a client tonight.
Ethan's stomach twisted. That made everything worse. The Orlando family loved to perform their cruelty in front of outsiders, to demonstrate their power and his worthlessness. It was a sick form of entertainment for them.
He pushed open the gate, the hinges creaking like a warning. Every instinct screamed at him to run, to disappear into the night and never come back. But where would he go? He had five dollars left, no phone, no friends, no future beyond these walls.
The front door was unlocked. Ethan slipped inside as quietly as possible, hoping to reach the storage room unnoticed. Maybe Rodriguez had forgotten about the dry cleaning. Maybe he could hide until morning and deal with the consequences then.
"There you are."
Ethan froze. Rodriguez stood at the top of the grand staircase, arms crossed, his expression dark with barely contained rage. He was dressed in an expensive designer suit, his hair perfectly styled. Behind him, the sounds of conversation and laughter drifted from the dining room.
"Where is my dry cleaning?" Rodriguez's voice was calm. Too calm. The kind of calm that preceded violence.
"I... the shop..." Ethan's throat closed up. "The price was higher than expected. I didn't have enough money."
"You didn't have enough money?" Rodriguez descended the stairs slowly, deliberately, like a predator stalking prey. "I gave you five dollars."
"It was thirty-eight dollars. I only had seven total."
Rodriguez reached the bottom of the stairs and stopped three feet away. His eyes were cold, calculating. "So you're telling me that not only did you fail your task, but you also wasted my money?"
"I can go back tomorrow with the full amount. I'll find a way to earn it, I promise."
"You'll find a way?" Rodriguez's laugh was sharp and bitter. "You? You can't even complete a simple errand. You're completely useless."
A door opened behind Rodriguez, and Mr. Orlando emerged from the dining room, his face flushed with wine. A stranger followed him, a thin man in his fifties wearing an expensive suit and wire-rimmed glasses.
"Rodriguez, what's taking so long? Mr. Martinez is waiting for..." Mr. Orlando's eyes landed on Ethan, and his expression curdled. "You. Why are you standing in my foyer like a guest? Where are the suits?"
"Father, he failed." Rodriguez's voice dripped with satisfaction. "He lost the money I gave him and came back empty-handed."
The stranger, Mr. Martinez, adjusted his glasses and studied Ethan with undisguised curiosity. "Is this the son-in-law you mentioned? The live-in one?"
Mr. Orlando's face darkened with embarrassment. Having an outsider witness this was humiliating for him, but not in the way it should have been. He wasn't ashamed of how they treated Ethan. He was ashamed that Ethan existed at all.
"Yes, this is him." Mr. Orlando's voice was tight. "A poor decision my daughter made three years ago. We've been trying to correct it ever since."
Mr. Martinez nodded thoughtfully, his eyes never leaving Ethan. There was something unsettling about his gaze, analytical and cold, like he was examining an insect under glass.
"I see. Well, I won't intrude on family matters." Mr. Martinez smiled thinly. "But if you need help with... removing obstacles... my company specializes in such services."
The implication hung in the air like poison. Ethan's blood ran cold. What kind of business partner was this?
Mr. Orlando laughed, a booming sound that echoed through the foyer. "I appreciate the offer, Mr. Martinez, but that won't be necessary. We have other methods."
He turned to Ethan, his eyes glittering with malice. "You will kneel and apologize to Rodriguez for wasting his money and his time. Then you will explain to our honored guest why you're such a disappointment to this family."
The command hit Ethan like a physical blow. Kneel. In front of a stranger. Humiliate himself for their entertainment.
His legs wouldn't move. Some last shred of dignity, some final ember of self-respect, held him frozen in place.
"I said kneel!" Mr. Orlando's roar shook the chandelier.
Rodriguez moved faster than Ethan could react. His hand shot out and grabbed Ethan's hair, yanking his head back violently. Pain exploded across his scalp as Rodriguez forced him down, driving his knee into Ethan's back.
Ethan crashed to the marble floor, the impact jarring his bones. His cheek pressed against the cold stone, and he tasted blood where he'd bitten his tongue.
"When my father gives you an order, you obey immediately." Rodriguez's voice was soft, almost gentle, which made it more terrifying. His shoe pressed down on the back of Ethan's head, grinding his face into the floor. "Now apologize."
Ethan could see Mr. Martinez's expensive leather shoes in his peripheral vision, could imagine the disgust on the man's face.
"I'm sorry," Ethan whispered, the words scraping out of him like broken glass. "I'm sorry for failing my duties. I'm sorry for being worthless. I'm sorry for disappointing this family."
"Louder," Rodriguez pressed down harder. "Mr. Martinez can't hear you."
"I'm sorry!" Ethan's voice cracked. "I'm a useless piece of trash! I don't deserve to be part of this family!"
The pressure on his head finally released. Rodriguez stepped back, wiping his shoe on Ethan's jacket as if he'd stepped in something foul.
"Much better." Rodriguez straightened his tie. "Now get out of my sight. You'll sleep outside tonight. I don't want you contaminating the house while we have guests."
Ethan pushed himself up slowly, his body shaking. He didn't dare look at their faces. Didn't dare show the rage and shame burning in his chest like acid.
As he turned toward the door, he heard Mr. Martinez speak quietly to Mr. Orlando. "You're too lenient with him. In my experience, problems like this need permanent solutions."
"All in good time," Mr. Orlando replied. "All in good time."
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Chapter 88: The New Earth
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Chapter 87: The Announcement
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