The Rejected God Of War

Chapter 1: Getting enough of the bull$hit and leaving the Kensington's family

"William, are you done cleaning the baby's poop?" A loud, troublesome female voice called out.

A young man could be seen in a large sitting room scrubbing the ground with a brush. He moved his hands to wipe the sweat off his face when he heard that troublesome voice drift over.

It belongs to Mrs. Marianne, his mother-in-law.

"I'm still scrubbing the floor, ma'am." William shouted in return with a loud voice so she would be able to hear him.

Soon, he could hear the sound of footsteps hurrying down the staircase, and immediately he stood up in fright to have a clearer look at the person rushing down the stairs in such a manner.

It was a woman in the late 50s, her face was smeared with a lot of pancakes, reducing her natural beauty and making her look more like a cheap prostitute.

"William, so you have started refusing orders? You son of a bitch, pathetic, poor bastard!" She cussed as she slowly walked closer and slower to him, anger dancing within her eyes.

"I-I... I don't..." He wasn't able to complete his statement as he was interrupted and cut short by the unexpected slap of his mother-in-law that connected with his face, making his face twist to the other side.

PAhhhhH!

William allowed the slap to land on his face, only blocking his eyes from the impact of the slap as he silently bore the pain.

This was pure humiliation, but he had no choice but to stay quiet. He was like a chained dog at that moment who was powerless and had no choice other than to stay low.

"Ma'am, I was scrubbing the sitting room before you asked; if I wasn't scrubbing, I wouldn't have done that already." William argued calmly with his head lowered to the ground as he bit his lips, forcefully holding himself back as his heart was beginning to swell with anger.

"Huh? So you want to give an excuse now? You really want to give excuses, poor bastard; if it wasn't for your deceit of my daughter to marry you, you wouldn't have been able to step an inch into our premises, talkless more to be allowed into my Kensington family," Mrs. Marianne raised her hands to slap William once again.

Shockingly, this time William evaded the slap easily and argued back without iota of fear in his eyes: "I didn't trick her into loving me; we loved each other and we decided to get married, nothing more than that."

"Nothing more than that, my foot; how can my daughter fall in love with a poor taxi driver who couldn't manage three square meals a day?"

"Don't think I am easy to trick; I know your type; you are just after our money and property, but I wouldn't allow that to happen, not when that am still much alive. My daughter is just being foolish or blinded by your fake love that she can see your evil hidden agenda towards us," she spat out to his face.

William felt saddened and depressed by her words when he heard the hateful statement, but he didn't let that get to him. He clutched his hands tightly, forming a fist, with a painful expression faintly revealed on his face.

For the past six months since he married into the Kensington family, he has been treated like nothing but trash. These past months were a living hell for him; he was like a walking dead, a zombie that had no choice but to obey his mother-in-law and do according to her words as though he was under the spell of dark magic.

The only person who ever truly loved him was his beautiful wife, Catherine.

Apart from her, the others hated him.

They would stop at nothing but making him experience hell every day, which always dissipated him.

Each morning, he would take on all the chores, including scrubbing and changing the diapers of his sister-in-law's baby.

Catherine is very busy growing her business, so she only returned late at night, and each time she was always worn out and stressed out.

"What, are you keeping me quiet?" Mrs. Marianne broke his thoughts as she yelled at him like one of her slaves.

William looked at her with a sad look on his face and said, "I'm sorry, ma'am; it won't happen again."

"Hmm, I have said it time without number; you don't deserve my daughter, and you're just a trash can. She has a business of her own worth several million dollars, which she recently got into. Give it a year or two, and that business will boom.... But you are nothing; you don't even have ten thousand dollars to call your own." Mrs. Marianne scoffed.

She purposely used her feet to mess up the spot he had suffered to scrub for over an hour now.

William gritted his teeth as he looked at her. He had been enduring this hellish sort of action every single day since he married Catherine.

"Please don't mess up the floor; it took me some time to clean that particular spot up because Damian spilled chocolate on it." William said it calmly when he noticed it.

Damian is the name of the baby he was asked to take care of even when his mother was in the house 24/7 doing nothing but watching videos on social media and taking selfies.

"How dare you!" Mrs. Marianne got enraged again with red-blooded eyes, like a hunter going to dive her prey. "This is my house; I'm the only one who has authority over it." She yelled at him.

She walked up to a small fridge in a nearby corner and brought out a can of chocolate. She opened the can and started spilling it on the ground, much to the surprise of William.

Seeing what his mother-in-law was doing, furiously he spoke out without caring, "I have had enough of this nonsense!" William tossed the brush he was holding to the ground and glared at her, locking eyes with the stupid mother-in-law of his.

"I can't take this anymore. I married your daughter because we loved each other, not to take care of your house for you. There are a lot of maids that are in charge of this stuff, but you decide to release it on my shoulder, to always bear the load."

William Pearl's blue eyes twisted in anger.

"A man like yourself deserves to be living on the street; you have nothing that you have worked for; you are too poor." She cussed at him.

"Poor, you mean? I'm trapped. If your family had given me the chance to go out and work, I would have made something out of my life, but no, you won't, and then you run your mouth like you own my life." William barked angrily at Mrs. Marianne, causing her a great shock and making her back down like a defeated dog.

This is the first time that William has ever fearlessly yelled at her; he had never done so before.

She looked at his angry face, and with an evil grin formed on her face, swiftly the next moment she sat down on the ground.

"Help me!"

"Help me, please; William wants to kill me!!"

She suddenly started to cry out for help like a kid caught up in danger.

Not even for a minute, the sound of hurrying footsteps could be heard coming down from the stairs, and help did arrive in the form of her daughter, Bridget, Damian's careless mother.

She rushed down the stairs and ran to Marianne.

"Mother, what happened?"

Cry! Cry! Cry!

"Is it not this good for nothing, William? I told him to stop what he was doing and attend to Damian, but he refused. *sobs* Then he started cursing and hitting me. If you hadn't arrived, I'm sure he would have taken my life." Fake tears roll down her eyes.

Bridget's eyes widened in anger, and she turned back to look at William, who stared at both of them with no emotion in his face.

"Bastard, how dare you!!" Bridget walked closer to him and tried to slap him.

But William lifted his hands and gripped hers midair.

Then he applied force to his grip, causing Bridget to winch in pain.

Nevertheless, at that moment, the door opened, and a man with curly blonde hair walked in.

He looked to be around the age of 25 to 29 and was dressed in a suit, giving off an arrogant businessman aura.

William recognised him as Sam; he is not a member of the Kensington family, but he has been trying to woo Bridget for the past four months.

"Bastard, what are you doing, hitting my woman?" "How dare you stinky human being!" Sam immediately rushed forward and got to him.

He struggled to get William off Bridget. As if freed from the hand of death, Bridget began to breath heavily, hugging tightly onto the figure of Sam who was busy consoling her.

William separated himself from her and stood, looking at the three of them. At this moment, he felt the urge to leave this house for good.

"Bullsh*t.. I'm fuckin. Fuckin feed up with all these, being played as if I am a chess piece." With that, he ignored the three of them and climbed upstairs.

Banged into one of the rooms, he grabbed his bag of clothes and a few pieces of cash he had saved over the span of six months before going down the stairs.

"Tell Catherine, I will be back." He said it in a calm tone as he walked out of the house without looking at anyone's face.

He calmly strolled out of the compound that contained the huge mansion of the Kensington family.

He turned and took the view of the house into his head with a saddened face, as his eyes turned red as if tears were going to roll down from them at any moment.