Chapter 4
Author: Jessy Writes
last update2025-06-02 17:06:17

Olivia was getting ready for a business meeting when Jack entered the room with the envelope in hand.

Noticing the instant change in his mood, she asked, "What's that? Let me see!"

Jack walked up and showed her the letter. "I just received this now," he exclaimed.

She looked at the letter but couldn't show any sign of happiness.

"Why are you so happy about it?" she asked.

"Because I plan to open a business with the money," Jack replied.

"No! The money would be sent to my account instead," she said, adjusting her clothes.

"What do you mean by that?" Jack asked.

He is a millionaire now, and he would not let them ride him as they used to. In no time, he would be able to save up enough money and pay her back because he is done and fed up with all of the Rhoades.

She stopped what she was doing and looked him in the face. "I mean that the money automatically belongs to me."

"You think so?" Jack asked, putting the letter back in its envelope.

"I'm afraid one of the terms of our contract marriage forbids you from owning an asset or a liability," Olivia revealed and folded her arms across her chest. "And I won't let you breach the contract!"

"Liar!" Jack shot back at her. He might be extremely poor but not an illiterate.

He remembered clearly that something like this was not stated in the contract document. Or did he not?

Because he was so eager to get the money for his mom's treatment he couldn't go through the contract document thoroughly before signing.

"Are you mad? How dare you imbecile talk back to me? I own you. I feed you, I clothe you, I put a roof over your head. I f*king own you. You are nothing without me," she yelled.

Slap! Slap! Two hard slaps landed on his left cheek. "How many times do I have to remind you to know your place and never talk back to me?"

Jack felt the impact of the slap. He wanted to hit her but managed to control himself.

"Oh! Now you want to hit a woman? Go ahead, hit me. A slum like you. You have no shame!"

Slap! Another slap rang across Jack's other cheek. "Give me the envelope."

The commotion caught the attention of Mrs Patricia and Amy and they started making their way to Olivia's room.

"Why can't I have enough rest already?" Mrs. Patricia shouted as she barged into the room.

"Can you believe this idiot," Olivia exclaimed, pointing a finger at Jack.

"A Cheque of 10 million dollars was directed to our family's address and this bastard refused to hand it over to me!" Olivia reveals to the shock of her mom and her sister-in-law.

"What? 10 million dollars?" Mrs. Patricia exclaimed and glanced at Jack.

"He's keeping it from me, Mom! After all I've done for him, he wants to run away with all that money!"

Mrs. Patricia directed her gaze at Jack. "Hand it over now!" She said, stretching out her right hand.

Jack remained silent.

"What are you looking at her for?" Amy scowled. "Did you not hear what she said?!"

"There is no way I'm giving it to any of you," Jack replied sharply.

"We shall see about that," Olivia said.

Just then, her phone rang. She picked up, and her director shouted, "Olivia, what in the seven hells are you still doing at home? Do you want us to lose this business deal?"

"I'm sorry, sir. I will be right there." She stammered.

"You better get your ass here now," he hung up.

Olivia then turned to her mom, "Mom, I don't want him to be beaten up this time.

I have no money to spare sending him to the hospital. When I come back, I will handle the situation," she whispered, grabbed her handbag and rushed out of the house.

Unknown to Olivia, Mrs Patricia had other plans. She quickly picked up her phone and texted Chris.

***

When Olivia left, Chris and Damien entered the room.

"What's going on here?" Chris asked, looking from one person to another.

Amy rushed to his side and exclaimed, “Can you believe this? A cheque of 10 million dollars was sent to this house and Jack claimed it and refused to give it back to the family."

Chris walked up to Jack glaring at him, “Hey b*stard! Let me have it!”

Jack rolled his eyes. “I don't think so.”

“Jack or whatever they call you I won't ask again!” Chris yelled, clenching his fist.

“Is that a threat…?” Jack mumbled but before he could finish a punch landed across his nose and he reflexively placed a hand on his face.

Without a second thought, Chris. swiftly brushed him off the ground and forcibly took the envelope from his pocket. "Amy, send this to our room." He said stretching his arm to Amy who took it and headed out of the living room.

“Hold him, I need to send a text message,” Chris said as he brought out his phone and began texting a number.

Damien and Chris pinned Jack on the floor as he struggled to break free from their hold but they were both stronger than he was.

"But you've got enough money to feed yourself for the rest of your life. Why take everything from me?"

"Piss off!"

"If you are going to take it, just consider giving me something to start a business," Jack pleaded.

"Here," Damien brought out a $1 note and tossed it at Jack. "This would be enough for you to start a business.”

Mrs. Patricia burst out laughing!

"That wouldn't be necessary," Chris replied with a smirk on his lips.

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