The Heir They Humiliated

CHAPTER 7

 

Julian and Elara stepped out of the Mercedes, but their eyes didn't land on me, not at first. They were glued to the beast idling a few meters away. I had traded the Lamborghini for something even more exclusive from the Van Alen vault: a Pagani Huayra.

There were only a hundred units of this limited-edition masterpiece in the world, and it was worth millions. It looked less like a car and more like a low-slung, carbon-fiber predator.

"Damn, look at that ride!" Julian whistled, his eyes wide with a hunger he couldn't hide.

"Let’s not look at what we can't have for too long, baby," Elara said, patting his arm. "We’ll get obsessed."

They finally wrenched their eyes away from the car, and that’s when they saw me. I stood there, leaning against the porch railing with a look of quiet, dangerous satisfaction. I had watched them drool over my property, and I loved every second of it.

"There they are—the couple of the fucking century," Beatrice spat, her voice dripping with mockery directed at me. "Now that is a real man, Carter. I still can't believe my daughter stooped to your level for so long."

"I told you we should have checked Grandpa’s mental health," Jax sneered. "The old man must have been senile to choose this moron for my sister."

Elara’s surprise at seeing me quickly twisted into a cold, sharp frown. She walked toward me, hand-in-hand with Julian.

"What the fuck do you want here, Carter? I made it clear we are done. Stop stalking me."

"Looks like someone is still 'stupid in love,'" Julian teased, stepping forward. "Why don't you get a life? You were a nobody at my company, and you’re still a nobody now. You’re just a ghost I exorcised weeks ago."

"Actually—" I started, but Julian cut me off with a sharp bark of laughter.

"Don't interrupt me! It’s pathetic, really. You probably took out a predatory loan just to rent that suit and try to impress my fiancée. You’re trying so hard to look like someone who matters, but you’re still just a loser in a nice jacket."

"Once a dumbass, always a dumbass," Jax chirped in. "Just walk away, man. You’re embarrassing yourself."

I looked at Elara, trying to find a flicker of the woman I’d loved for years. Her eyes were like ice—dead, flat, and devoid of a single spark of regret. The insults from Beatrice and Jax didn't touch me; with the Van Alen empire at my back, they were just insects buzzing in my ear. But Elara’s indifference? That left a few tiny holes in my heart—holes that were rapidly being filled with liquid rage.

I wanted to reveal it all right then. I wanted to tell them that with a snap of my fingers, I was currently dismantling Brentwood Limited and every safety net they had. But I held my composure.

"Now that you’ve gotten that out of your systems," I said, my voice eerily calm, "can I speak?"

Elara shook her head in frustration. "There’s nothing to say. Just leave. You don't belong here."

"I'm here for my things," I said flatly. "The properties I gathered over the years—the mementos from the orphanage, the gifts from my adoptive parents. I left them in the storage room. I want them back."

Beatrice scoffed. "What are you talking about? You didn't own anything, you broke parasite."

"Elara," I said, ignoring her mother. "My things. I want them."

She looked away, her chin tilting up in a gesture of pure arrogance. "Your things aren't here, Carter. Nothing you own is in this house."

I frowned. "What the fuck does that mean?"

"It means they were thrown away," she replied indifferently. "They were occupying valuable space. We’re redecorating, and let’s be honest—your junk wasn't worth a penny."

"We had to clear out the trash because we’re getting married in three days," Julian added, pulling Elara closer. "She can't have memories of a lowlife cluttering up our new life. It’s a matter of hygiene."

They laughed in my face. The realization hit me like a physical blow. Twenty-four years of my history, my only links to the past, had been tossed into a dumpster because of a wedding.

"You threw away my life for a wedding?" I asked, my voice dropping to a whisper.

Julian stepped forward and poked me hard in the chest. "A real wedding, Carter. Not that pathetic display you put on. In fact, I want you to see what a real celebration looks like. I’ll send you an invite. Just tell me which trailer park you’ve parked your life in, and I’ll have it delivered."

Jax burst into a mocking howl, and the others joined in.

I looked down, a dark, jagged smirk touching my lips. "Your wedding invite? If that card reaches me, Julian, you can kiss your perfect day goodbye. Because I won't just attend it. I’ll wreck it."

The laughter died instantly. The sheer menace in my tone made Julian’s eyes flicker with a momentary, instinctive fear.

"You? Wreck my wedding?" Julian snarled, trying to regain his bravado. "You couldn't even get past the valet. You’re nothing but a waste of air."

"Send the invitation," I said softly. "I’ll be waiting."

"Let’s go in," Julian said, his face flushed with anger. "I’m done bantering with a clown."

They brushed past me, slamming the door so hard the frame rattled. I stood on the porch for a moment, the disappointment of losing my belongings settling into a cold, hard resolve. The bridge back to my old self was officially burned.

I walked back to the Pagani. The engine roared to life with a predatory scream that echoed through the quiet neighborhood.

Inside the house, Julian was standing by the window. He caught a glimpse of the car pulling away—and the man behind the wheel.

"No way..." he mumbled. He rubbed his eyes, but the image didn't change. That was Carter. Carter, in a car that cost more than Julian’s entire net worth.

The car zoomed off, leaving Julian stunned. He turned to the others, his mouth agape.

"Babe... I just saw Carter driving that Pagani."

Elara, Jax, and Beatrice stared at each other for a heartbeat before erupting into laughter.

"Nice joke!" Jax wheezed.

"Carter can't even afford a bicycle," Beatrice said confidently. "He probably walked to the end of the block and waited for the bus. Stop seeing ghosts, Julian."

Elara smiled, shaking her head. "You’re just stressed, babe. Come help me pick between these two gowns. I can't decide which one makes me look more like a queen."

Julian nodded slowly, but he remained lost in thought. They were right; Carter was a nobody. But the man he’d just seen through the glass looked like he owned the world.