The Trillionaire They Taunted

The Final Wish

Brian was infuriated, gnashing his teeth as his eyes kept on burning with rage.

“You both are going to regret this!” He pointed at them one after the other, but they called his bluff.

They laughed so hard that they began to cough, almost losing their balance.

“I already said it, Brian…” Romeo stated, taking a deep breath.

“You are a clown, and I think starting a career as a Stand-up comedian is going to suit you…”

“Damn right!” Pearl nodded in agreement, refusing to get rid of her mockery.

“Romeo is ten times the man you will ever be, Brian. The earlier you understand that this marriage is over, the better for you.”

Brian felt another deadly sting inside his chest, a hot agony that burned inside his chest.

His mouth refused to close, yet he was dumbfounded.

“I think it’s time for you to leave, Brian…” Pearl said, her voice reeking with peskiness.

“Give us some privacy. I still need to cum.”

Brian watched her come closer, and before he could say a word, she had already begun to push him out of the room.

“Don’t even bother coming back to work, Brian! You are fired!” Romeo sacked him, angrily pointing at him.

Brian stood behind the entrance, eyes on Pearl with tears still trickling down his face.

“You don’t know the plans I had for you, Pearl. You have just lost a treasure all because of a moment of fun.”

“What stupid plans, Brian?! You are just talking trash!” Pearl rolled her eyes again, and then she grabbed the door.

“I wish I had never met you! I wish I didn’t have to put up with an incompetent man like you!” She slammed the door to his face, and then she returned to continue from where she stopped.

Brian stood there for a while, his heart still beating like talking drums.

Then he laughed bitterly, sniffling to suppress his tears.

Eventually, he decided to walk away, staggering out of the edifice.

His brows furrowed when he saw the black Porsche parked in front of the building.

The number plate- REGAL, was boldly written, confirming his thoughts.

A few seconds later, the driver stepped out and opened the back door.

An old man alighted from the car, adjusting his gray jacket as he marched toward Brian.

He bowed, expressing deep reverence and a little nervousness.

“Master Brian…” His tone was shaky, and just as he had expected, Brian’s face was twisted in annoyance.

“What are you doing here, Diego?” Brian questioned, wiping the tears on his face.

“I am sorry, Master Brian…” Diego took a deep breath, and then he cleared his throat to get rid of the clog that gripped him.

“I just needed to make sure that they didn’t hurt you. Those two idiots!” He grunted, balling his right fist.

“You knew?” Brian arched his brows, looking Diego in the eyes.

The old man looked away, bending his face to the ground.

“I wasn’t sure at first, Young Master.” He explained, his voice still unstable.

“But I always knew that Pearl Stuttgart couldn’t be trusted. After all, she only agreed to marry you because her grandfather threatened to disown her if she refused.”

The old man tutted, shaking his head with a pissed countenance.

“If only she knew that you are the reason why her family business has been lifted from bankruptcy since she got married to you…”

“That remains a secret, Diego,” Brian warned, pointing the old man in the face.

“Of course…” Diego nodded, and then he took a deep breath.

“What now, Master Brian? What are your intentions?”

“Hmmm…” Brian cupped his chin, drifting for a few seconds.

Suddenly, a wry smile appeared on his face, spreading across his lips.

“I have the perfect plan, Diego. They are both going to pay for this.” He swore, causing the old man to nod in satisfaction.

“Cancel all the plans I had for Pearl and her family, and stop all pending investments with City Global.”

“Yes, Master Brian…” The old man bowed, delight still written all over his face.

“One more thing…” He gulped noisily, uncertain of the outcome of what he was about to say.

Brian’s countenance was deadpan, making it hard to tell what his thought was.

“Your Grandfather, Master Brian. He really wants you to come back. He is sorry…”

Brian grunted, anger brewing inside him.

“Tell him my answer remains the same, Diego…” He retorted calmly, walking toward his car.

The old man followed at once, struggling with his weak bones.

“But, Master Brian…” He panted after the brief sprint, and then he looked at the trash can called a car.

“Unbelievable…” He muttered, realizing that the car was even more ugly from a closer glance.

“How can the richest and most powerful man in this country be driving this?” He pointed, shaking his head slowly.

“Please come home, Master Brian. Enough of this façade…” He paused for a few seconds just to be sure that Brian was not more infuriated than he already was.

“You said you needed just five years to know what it feels like to be a nobody, and also find a good woman to marry. Five years have gone by, and I think you should come home.”

Brian grunted, and then he took a deep breath.

“Apparently, I still haven’t gotten a good woman…” He shuddered, draining the little anticipatory hope the old man had.

“Tell the old man that I will not be coming home anytime soon. I may have forgiven him, but I still haven’t forgotten the pain.” He sighed in despair, the hurtful memories hitting him as he grabbed the handle of the old car.

“He is dying!”