The Charismatic Student Heir

002

Marcus's world collasped right before him.

All his loyalty, all his thoughts about a future, it was all of nothing.

His chest tightened, then gradually, anger slipped in.

"I caught you going beyond cheating and that is the only thing that you have to say?" The frown that cuts through his face could melt ice.

But James expression didn't flinch. She rose up slowly and with cruel precision.

"So?"

"Should I be shaking that the boy I have fun with met me my love?" He inquired.

The words cuts through Marcus's soul like steel. That was what he saw their relationship as, someone to play with.

Fred stepped forward, his expensive cologne choking the air. A slow, poisonous smile crawled across his lips as he looked Marcus up and down like a dirty napkin on the floor.

“Relax, Marcus,” he hissed, voice dripping with cruel amusement. “I invited you here. I wanted you to see something. I wanted you to understand your place; far, far below us.”

Jane didn’t even look embarrassed. She was half-naked, breathless, clinging to Fred like he was oxygen. She didn’t bother covering herself.

"Why did you do that baby! You know that he is going to spoil our fun!"

Fred kissed on her lips, drawing on her breath. "It's better this way! So he knows his place!" He replied and like a submissive dog, Jane accepted it with an extended moan.

She glared at Marcus as if he was the one interrupting her.

“You’re still standing here?” she frowned, annoyed. “You’re embarrassing yourself. Again.”

Marcus felt the ground tilt under him. “Jane… after everything?"

Jane rolled her eyes so hard it was like she was trying to push them into the back of her skull.

“What exactly have you done?” she snapped. “Your little cheap gifts? Your broke efforts? Please. All your ‘hard work’ is garbage, Marcus. Trash.”

She lifted her hands, revealing a diamond ring.

"This what Fred got me for my birthday. Compared to your, what was that again, thrift store gown and cheap noddles you made for me!" She sneered, each words a peircing blow into Marcus heart.

Fred leaned forward, chuckling—a sharp sound, like broken glass grinding.

“You actually thought she belonged to you?” he sneered. “You? A scholarship stray? You’re not even a warm-up. You’re background noise.”

The words hit Marcus like ice water. He felt his chest tighten painfully.

“Those words, you loved me, where they also lies?"

Jane burst into laughter—loud, cruel, unrestrained.

“Loves?” she mocked. “Marcus, I was using you. It was fun seeing someone run around like a submissive dog. Do you know how good it felt to order you around and watch you obey like some trained pet?”

Marcus took a step back, breath stuttering.

Fred placed an arm over Jane’s shoulder, pulling her close while his eyes stayed locked on Marcus.

“She told you she was celibate, right?” he asked, voice soft, dangerous.

“She said she was repulsed by you, bro,” he said. “Said every time you touched her, she felt like she was petting a sick puppy.”

Jane smirked proudly.

“And meanwhile?” Fred continued, tilting her chin with one finger. “We’ve been tearing up hotel rooms for months.”

Fred wasn’t done. He leaned closer, enjoying every second of Marcus’s collapse.

“Remember those nights she came home tired?” Fred asked.

“That was me.”

“Remember when her blouse tore and she claimed she slipped in class?”

“Also me.”

“You thought she was studying?”

He tapped Jane’s waist.

“She was in my backseat.”

Jane giggled like this was the funniest thing she’d ever heard.

Marcus’s vision blurred. His ears rang. His stomach twisted.

“What… what is this…?” he whispered, voice cracking.

Fred stepped closer, lowering his voice to a whisper that crawled like poison.

“And do you know why I called for your service tonight? Why I made sure you were working tables here?”

Marcus stared at him, breath shaking.

“Because tonight’s a gangbang,” Fred said slowly. “My guys. Her. And you; would be standing here like an unpaid extra. Pathetic.”

Behind him, a group of rich boys laughed, clinking drinks.

Jane slipped her arms around Fred’s neck. “Can we go now? I’m getting impatient.”

“Hold on, slut,” Fred muttered, not looking at her. He smirked at Marcus. “Take her to Room 12,” he ordered one of his friends. “She’s already leaking.”

“Gladly,” the friend grinned, grabbing Jane’s waist.

She didn’t resist. She didn’t even look back at Marcus.

Marcus’s heart cracked at the sound of her heels clicking away.

Fred clapped his hands together, turning back to Marcus with a lazy smile.

“Oh; and tell your sister to start wearing longer skirts,” he said casually. “She’s cute. I might add her to my weekend schedule.”

That was the most that Marcus could take. Something snapped in Marcus’s chest.

He didn’t think, he just lunged.

His fist smashed into Fred’s face so hard that the rich boy spun and crashed onto the floor. Gasps erupted across the hallway. Blood splattered. Fred touched his jaw, stunned.

“You…” Fred spat blood. “You bastard.”

Guards rushed in instantly, grabbing Marcus by the shoulders and dragging him back while he struggle.

Jane hurried back into the hall, half-dressed. “Fred, your face, what happened?!”

Fred growled, wiping the blood dripping from his lip. His eyes were cold, deadly cold.

“That broke idiot attacked me.”

Jane hissed, “You can’t let him walk around after this. End his life, Fred. Don’t let him go scot-free.”

Fred’s voice dropped into something chilling. “I wasn’t planning to. I’ll ruin him slowly.”

The guards threw Marcus out through the back exit like a bag of trash. He hit the ground hard, scraping his palms. The night air was cold, sharp and unforgiving, destroying whatever was left of his heart.

Marcus sat on the pavement, shaking. His chest squeezed painfully. His breath refused to steady.

Everything felt numb.

He thought about the test he missed. The scholarship he risked, the hours he worked every night. All to protect their future.

And she’d been laughing at him the whole time.

Marcus tried to heart strong and heart like the man that he was. But it was difficult, his vision blurred as the pain smothered deeper.

He was barely accustomed to the pain when a he heard multiple sounds behind, crude and dangerous.

But he could barely sense it.

"Not today!" He waved his hands weakly, almost like somebody that was drunk.

A group of masked men approached slowly, cracking knuckles and metal pipes.

It was then that his heart jolted and he instantly rose from his feet.

But it was already too late, he was surrounded on every side.

"Heading somewhere?" The tallest one leaned forwards with a look that seemed to freeze the air.

“Boss says you should’ve stayed a quiet dog,” he said. “Now you’re gonna pay for touching him.”

Marcus blinked, memories from a few moments again rushing into his mind.

He didn't need them to call his name. He already knew the cruel person that had a grudge against him.

“Fred,”

The men stepped closer, raising a pipe.

“You are correct! And that would be the last word you utter before you say Hello to Daddy creator!"