THE WRETCHED SON-IN-LAW IS A MULTI-TRILLIONAIRE

Shock

“would you like to complete the transaction using your card or you'd like to pay in cash?." The receptionist asked him.

Her face was still pale from shock and fear, she wondered what would happen if Troy truly turned out to be rich, she was scared that she would loose her job since she refused to offer him service in the first place.

“Card." Troy simply said, he took out his wallet from his pocket and took out his Mastercard, the security guards that held his arms were now afraid they he could have them arrested for harassing him, they all watched in fear as Troy started the transaction.

“Successful!." The receptionist said looking down at the device, sweat rolled down her forehead.

“We are so sorry Sir, please forgive us." The guards were begging in unison, they all knelt down and placed their palms together, eager for Troy to listen to their pleas. Ms Kathrine looked at Troy with absolute respect, she begged on their behalf. She did not want Troy to be offended, not even the slightest. If he could pay for platinum without hesitation, he would be a very rich man.

“I'm so sorry sir, if I had known, I would never have disrespected you in that manner, please have mercy on me." The receptionist pleaded. Others that were close enough to know what was going on were in awe.

Troy could not believe his eyes, this kind of thing had never happened, people begging for his forgiveness. He felt good.

“No need for you guys to worry, I have forgiven you." Troy said trying to sound casual. “At least you would learn to stop looking down on people."

He was offered and escorted to the best tablet in the restaurant, once he tasted the meal they prepared specially for him, he knew that he would never go back to living how he lived before, his life has completely changed.

“Master Troy, how do you like your meal?." A man wearing a chefs' hat and apron said as he gave a low bow.

“It tastes great." Troy admitted.

“I'm the chef assigned to take care of your meals through out the time you decide to eat here, I'm a five star chef sir, the best in the country." The chef said with a very satisfied grin.

Troy thanked the chef and he left, he kept wondering, so this is what being wealthy feels like.

He walked towards the Williams mansion, he felt the envelope In hands, he didn't want the Williams to see his envelope, he wanted to keep his identity discreet.

He walked past the gate, the security guards at the Williams gate paid him no respect at all, in their eyes he was the looser husband, but he would show them.

Today Vivienne had crossed the line. only God knows how long she had been cheating on him and today she decided to end him by sending him off to slowly rotten in jail, without anyone to help him out. Everybody that saw them in the hotel scoffed and laughed as he was being dragged outside like a homeless beggar, begging to keep his job of washing toilets and mopping floors.

He took in deep breaths and pushed the door open.

“What is this bastard doing here!." Vivienne screamed.

“I thought you said he went to jail!." Aunt Julia said, she was Late Mr Williams first and only daughter and she treated Troy like a rottened egg.

“If nobody made it clear to you, I would. You are no longer welcomed here, for three years we clothed you, fed you, took you out of that incompleted building you called a house, we washed you for free, gave out beautiful daughter's hand to you when she could be married to a billionaire CEO, you're a shame to us and we no longer need you here." Mrs Nancy said.

" You gave your daughter to me but you never ever allowed her to carry my name, she remained a Williams, we never shared a bed, I never tasted a single plate prepared by her, never even touched her hand all because I came from nothing." Troy said

" God forbid, I can't imagine ever showing an ounce to care towards that thing." Vivienne said in disgust calling Troy a thing.

" God, he stinks!." Vivienne's father said as he was the closet to Troy.

“Call security to throw this fool outside!." Mrs Nancy screamed at the top of her voice.

The former Troy would have had tears rolling down his eyes, the former Troy would be on his knees begging because he knows that the cold outside this time of the year would kill him, this NEW troy... He's not flinching, he even has a smile on his face.

“News flash, I am not here for you all to take me in once again and remind me of how much of a favour you're doing me, I'm here to get my divorce papers signed." Troy said and he ended with a bright grin.

The room was silent, Troy could hear the clock ticking all the way from upstairs.

Their faces held disbelief and shock, why is he not begging, he demanded for a divorce, how is this possible?.

“Are- I-is this a joke, how can this good for nothing demand a divorce?!." Vivienne asked feeling insulted, she wanted to be the one to ask, she wanted to see Troy being crushed by the news.

“You're very shameless Vivienne, I wonder why I didn't do this sooner. You're going to regret doing this to me. Good luck with you and Francis, I hope he does not dump you in a way that would tarnish the rest of you image." Troy said.

Vivienne's mother came towards Troy with her hand set up for a deafening slap, Troy held her hand.

“You're no longer allowed to do this, now get me the divorce papers so that I can leave this slum you call a house." Troy said to her.

Everybody watched in shock.

“Get the papers, go it's in my study!. " Mr Williams, Vivienne's father said.

Troy pulled out his phone and dialled Mr Ford.

" Ford, can you come and pick me up, I'm at the Williams." Troy asked.

" I am on my way sir." Ford replied the call ended.

In a short time, the papers were signed.

There was a knock on the door. Aunt Julia opened the door and five tall men wearing black suits stepped in, one of them was Mr Ford.

The Williams thought that they were Francis's men.

“We're you sent by Francis?." Vivienne asked with a glimmer of hope and pride. She wanted to flaunt how rich Francis was to own such hulky and expensive looking men, dressed in the best suits. She wanted to show Troy that Francis was hundred times better than him, that she was upgrading. A wide smile was spread across her Rosy cheeks.