THE TRILLIONAIRE'S REVENGE

The hall glittered with gold and laughter, but Daniel Cole stood there feeling like a stranger at his own wedding.

“ It seems he is not happy.” Said one of the guests.

He wore a simple black suit — one he could barely afford — yet his eyes burned with love and hope as they rested on the woman walking down the aisle toward him.

Melissa walked, close to him.

The guests whispered among themselves as she walked, her diamond necklace flashing under the lights.

“She could’ve done better,” someone muttered.

“A Turner marrying nobody? What a waste.”

Daniel heard them. Every word.

But he smiled anyway. Love, he told himself, was enough.

When she reached him, her lips curved into a practiced smile — not warmth, not love, just something polite enough to convince the cameras.

“I do,” she said quickly, her eyes not meeting his.

“I do,” Daniel replied, his voice trembling slightly with emotion.

And just like that, they were bound. Husband and wife.

Applause filled the air, but it sounded hollow. The Turners smiled — not because they were happy, but because the wedding meant a good image in the papers. Their daughter had married a man with “potential.”

Only Daniel didn’t see the mockery hidden behind their smiles.

Later that evening…

The reception glittered with laughter and expensive perfume. Daniel sat beside his new wife, trying to fit in with people who clearly wished he wasn’t there.

Mr. Turner raised his glass. “To my daughter, Melissa,” he said proudly, “and to her husband—” he paused, his lips twitching, “—Mr. Daniel Cole. May your dreams come true, someday.”

The guests chuckled. A few snickered.

Daniel smiled through the sting in his chest. “Thank you, sir,” he said, his voice humble.

Melissa leaned closer, her voice barely a whisper. “You could at least try to look confident. You’re embarrassing me.”

He turned to her, startled. “I’m sorry, Melissa. I’m just… overwhelmed. I didn’t think this day would ever come.”

She gave a tight smile. “Yeah, well, don’t get too comfortable. My parents expect results. Don’t disappoint them.”

Her words were like ice.

Weeks later…

Marriage, Daniel learned, wasn’t what he dreamed it would be.

He worked day and night on his new tech project — a renewable energy system that could change the world — while Melissa spent her days shopping, attending parties, and posting photos online.

“Daniel,” she said one evening, tossing her handbag onto the couch, “my friends are asking why we still live in this tiny apartment. When are you going to make real money?”

He looked up from his laptop, exhausted but patient. “Melissa, I told you — the prototype is almost ready. If it works, investors will come.”

She scoffed. “If it works? You’ve been saying that for months. Maybe you should stop dreaming and get a real job.”

Daniel’s heart sank. “I’m doing this for us, Melissa. For our future.”

“Our future?” she laughed bitterly. “Don’t make me laugh. The only future I see right now is me wasting my life beside a broken genius who’ll never succeed.”

Her words cut deep, but Daniel didn’t argue. He just turned back to his work — because dreams, he believed, were built in silence. “ Do you expect me to steal so as to please you?” He asked with a painful tone.

Melissa frowns. 

“ Are you better than those who steal. You seem to have forgotten your responsibility in a hurry.” She mocked him

 “ Do not allow me….” She was cut off.

“ What I promised you, is love and a better life.” 

“ I have overheard you say such, you useless husband.” She said, almost pushing him to the wall.

Daniel ignored as he kept on with his work.

Melissa was so angry.

“ I expect you to talk.” She dragged him on his chest.

“ I am busy.” He answered with a smile.

“ I regret ever making you my husband.” 

“ Not in a hurry.” He answered..

This pissed her off. But Daniel took it as part of what he feels for her.

At the Turners’ mansion, things were worse.

Mr. Turner sat at the head of the table, eyes sharp. “Daniel, you’ve been married to my daughter for a month. Yet you still have nothing to show for it. No business, no money, no name.”

“I’m working on something big, sir,” Daniel replied quietly. “It just needs more time.”

Mrs. Turner sneered. “Time? You’ve been wasting our daughter’s youth with your experiments. A man who can’t provide is no husband.”

Melissa didn’t defend him. She simply stared at her nails, pretending not to hear.

Daniel swallowed hard. “I understand how you feel, ma’am. But I promise, one day, I’ll make you proud.”

Mr. Turner chuckled. “Promises don’t pay bills, son. Maybe you should take advice from real men — like Ethan Reed.”

At the mention of that name, Daniel froze.

“Ethan?” he repeated.

Melissa’s lips curved into a small smile. “Yes, my ex. He’s back in the country. Doing extremely well, by the way. Owns three companies now.”

Mr. Turner nodded approvingly. “Now that’s the kind of man I respect.”

Daniel felt a storm rising in his chest, but he forced a smile. “I’ll remember that, sir.”

Inside, he vowed he would never forget this humiliation.

That night…

Melissa came home late. Her perfume wasn’t the same as usual.

“Where were you?” Daniel asked gently.

“Out,” she said flatly, slipping off her heels.

“With Ethan?”

She stopped for a moment — then smirked. “Maybe. So what if I was? He actually makes me feel like someone.”

Daniel’s hand tightened around the table edge, veins showing. But he didn’t shout.

Instead, he whispered, “One day, you’ll remember this moment. And you’ll wish you hadn’t said that.”

She laughed coldly. “Keep dreaming, Daniel. You’ll never be more than what you are — nothing.”

“ We are legally married for crying out loud.” She said with a high voice.

“ I see that's your stand. “ She turned to him. “ Don't forget that I do not know you from Adam. Neither do I love you.” 

“ Do you just insult me.?” Daniel asked, coldly.

“ If that's an insult, then I did you better.” She answered, as she made steps to walk into her room.

“ Then what is that.?”

“ You should ask yourself, you routine ass.” Melissa told him.

“ You just chest on me,here you are giving applause to yourself on that. Don't you….” She cut him up, the moment she poured him a glass of wine.

“ Don't call that cheating young man. You failed in your duty, someone better than you took over.” 

Daniel couldn't speak instead he stood, staring at her in anger.

“ Don't regret ever accepting you as a wife.” He spoke out.

“ You didn't do me a favor. Instead I do.” She replied so confidently. “At least you have heard it from my parents.” 

Daniel ignored it.