Son-in-Law: A Commoner's Path to Revenge

“Damn it!”

Jackson kicked a trash can in front of him. He had his shirt unbuttoned and the jacket of a suit over his shoulder.

It was a usual occurrence for him. Every time someone humiliated him, he would get drunk.

Once, a respected young man with a bright future ahead of him and everything within his grasp, he became a nobody in the blink of an eye. A commoner who would get humiliated day in and day out.

“Mr Walker, that fucker!”

Alcohol made his face flash crimson. The humiliation of the day added to the outburst. He groaned when he punched a wall.

Jackson kept replaying the events in his mind. He gritted his teeth and clenched his bloody fist. “He made me kneel, damn him! I’ll rip him to pieces!”

Even though his mind was dizzy, he could still feel the pain from when Mr Walker slapped him. A reddened handprint on his cheek ached, although his face became numb.

“And that sexy little bitch he had with him…?!”

He stopped and pondered for a while. "I will return the humiliation in front of her. I'll slap him back... No! Kick his balls!"

He continued his walk, mumbling. “Having such beauty by your side and acting like that… I’ll show you…”

As if he had a moment of clarity, he turned back and shouted. “I’ll make you pay one day!”

Of course, he knew that such a wish was far from getting granted.

After a few missteps, he arrived at the house he stayed at. It wasn’t his, rather it belonged to his fiance and her family. The estate of the Kraft family had a tall metal fence surrounding it. Once inside a vast garden followed by an impactful fragrance by the various flowers would hit his nostrils.

He used to own such wealth as well, but that was a thing of the past. Now he could only admire as an outsider. After a stroll on the paved path through the fragrant garden, he reached the front door with a vibrant vitro glass in an arch. 

Next to the door, there was a doorbell with a lock pad and a face recognition. He adjusted his face at the screen and a mechanical voice responded. {No face detected!}

Even a monitor rejected him.

“Damn it!”

He rang the bell several times without getting a response.

After a while, a female voice answered.

“Will you stop it already?”

A young girl, servant to the house, opened the door. With disdain written all over her face, she looked at him.

“Sorry, this stupid thing won’t let me in again…”

“Just stay outside. It’s not like you own the place!”

Jackson said nothing to her provocations. He was too tired and drunk to bother. He became accustomed to such treatment, even by a servant.

Just as he walked in and closed the door, the girl sneered. “You better stay quiet. Miss Kraft doesn’t want anyone to disturb her!”

Although he had a numb brain, Jackson knew what she meant. It wasn’t the first time.

Jackson ignored the girl and followed the stairs to the next floor after going through the massive lobby. Just as he walked up to the last step, he noticed the bedroom door was slightly open.

An unfamiliar man's voice rang in Jackson's ears. “I guess it's your husband. He's back…”

Even though he peeked inside through the bedroom door, Jackson couldn’t see clearly but a few movements of shadows. Since they closed the blindfolds, he more or less knew who was saying what. Two shadows in the room. A man’s and a woman's. One was his fiance, Hannah Kraft.

He couldn’t measure to whoever man she brought this time, or have the courage to claim his woman.

Even in the room's darkness, he could make the figures and what they were doing. The man's hands slowly but steadily moved down her slender waist to her butt.

She pushed him back, pouting. “That trash is not my husband. Just a fiance, but not for long…”

“Ok, my bad… Now come here and taste a real man!”

He grabbed her hand and pulled her close. Swiftly, he took off her clothes and ran his tongue over her naked body. Just as he was about to throw her on the bed, he glimpsed Jackson peeking through the door.

A grin appeared on his face as he raised her legs. He firmly grabbed her breasts and pushed inside her, forcing a moan out of her mouth.

Jackson couldn’t watch. He could only curse his pathetic self internally. “How could she? You didn’t even let me touch your hand and yet…”

A little more than an hour passed and his fiance walked out with the other man. She saw him sitting next to the door with his back against the wall. 

She didn't even bother to ask. Just from looking at his face, she understood what had happened.

Hannah scoffed. “Trash!”

The man beside her grabbed a hold of Hannah and rubbed his crotch against her ass. He stared blankly into Jackson’s eyes, with a smirk on his face.

“Did you enjoy the show?”

Jackson gritted his teeth. “Bastard!”

Without uttering a word, the man let go of Hannah and stepped onto Jackson's face. “Watch your mouth. You should be grateful I didn’t command you to watch!”

The memory of what happened that day went through his mind. He had suffered yet another humiliation from which he couldn't get out of. The thought of getting another command he couldn't refuse made him sick to his stomach.

Seconds later, Jackson's parents heard of the commotion. When they got out of their room, they gasped when they saw Hannah with another man. Not only that, but he was rubbing himself against her, and she let him.

A gorgeous woman with long silky raven hair uttered with a slight stutter in her voice. “M-Miss Hannah…”

Hannah Kraft felt the reprimanding tone in the woman's voice and clicked her tongue in response. She raised her tone, to force them to realize who was in charge. “Enough is enough!”

Her loud voice brought a few security guards.

“Miss Kraft, is everything alright?”

She stood in front of Jackson, looking down at him. Her icy glare sent chills down their spines. She sneered and pointed at him. 

“Our engagement is off! No need to stain the family name for trash like you!”

Jackson grabbed her hand just as she was about to leave. He didn’t even have time to say anything when her bodyguards crashed him onto the floor.

“Don’t you dare touch her, scum!”

Jackson's mother cried out. “Please don’t hurt him!”

She looked at her husband with welled eyes. As soon as he stood up to defend his son, a bodyguard punching him in the stomach, forcing him to kneel.

The girl walked past them without even putting them in her eyes. She simply brushed off her hair and walked down the stairs in the embrace of the other man.

Jackson lifted his head from the floor, long enough to see his father kneeling. He gritted his teeth in anger as he struggled to get away.

“Bastard! How dare you hurt my dad…!” 

The bodyguard grabbed a hold of Jackson's head and pushed it down, breaking his nose. Crimson blood painted the wooden floor.

“Stay down!”

Seconds after the girl was out of the house, they released him and left.

Jackson clenched his fists when he lifted his gaze towards the door. His eyes shot daggers and veins bulged on his forehead. That same night, the Kraft family kicked them out.

***

The water from the sprinklers woke Jackson up.

With great difficulty, Jackson tried to get up, but to no avail. He could feel the pain in his body from the previous night. He had a broken nose and a massive headache, which made it difficult for him to move around much.

He looked around, but he couldn’t see his parents.

Drowsy and drenched, his struggle to move got interrupted when his phone rang.

[Jackson Raven?]

“Yes, who is this?”

[I have just credited your account with fifteen billion dollars!]