The Understated billionaire: The Ex-son-in-law's rise

"Here Lucas, is the divorce agreement drafted by Ms. Bella Bryant. Obviously your signature is the only thing required"

In the Visitation room of the state's prison, the secretary, Emily William pulled out a piece of paper from a brown envelope, placing it on the table.

Across was a man wearing a bright orange prison jumpsuit, zips in front and hands cuffed in front of him.

"Divorce? I'm lost" Lucas Oliver froze counting his words.

"Isn't it clear? Your marriage with Ms. Bella Bryant has come to an end. Do you need a soothsayer to tell you that you're not even in the same class anymore, you're outmatched Lucas. You're a smudge in her reputation " Emily took no words back not minding what ever effect it had on him.

"A smudge on her reputation" He gave a hard look. "Where is she?" He asked.

"Putting herself out there and making it worth every penny. You can't relate to that right, at least not with your hands cuffed"

"My being here isn't what it looks like" he couldn't say more.

"Tell me, what does it look like? A CEO? A millionaire? A billionaire? It's high time you stop deceiving yourself and say it as it is". " You're not the best thing that has happened to Bella, how many more years do you need to realise that? A blind man can tell she's better off without you in her life. Since you can't afford the lifestyle she wants, you can make things up by signing"

 "I won't sign unless she's here" Snapping out of his thoughts.

"I assure you it'll change nothing. Save us the whole stress and scribble that signature of yours right here" she pointed to a blank space with the top of her index nail while the other hand stretched towards him offering him a pen for signing.

"I didn't stutter, did I?" He grinned. "Get her here" he meant every single word.

***"

Bella Bryant arrived in no time just after Emily reached out to her. Studying the atmosphere of the room she took the paper from Emily.

"I see I need to do it myself" Bella took her coat off as she took a seat. "I'm requesting for a divorce Lucas, take a look at this ". She dipped her hand in her black birkin bag, taking out a publication. " Right here is my modelling brand I just launched. It has generated millions of revenue in a space of four months. Thousands of women out there are looking up to me as their role model. With all this greatness, you're the only pest in my life which I need to get rid of" she brought her lips to a pout.

"All these years, only for you to define me as a pest in your life? " Lucas muttered silently.

"My lovely husband " She called out sarcastically. "If it's consolation you seek, you of all people should know I don't possess that, however, I have a million dollar offer for you once you sign" 

"A million dollar? I never thought what we shared was mere business to you and nothing more. I had no idea it had a financial figure. Was that all it was to you? Was I someone you kept only to discard at a certain time for a certain amount?" 

"Oh come on! Were you thinking I'll stoop so low to give you the 'my husband ' tag for ever? Do you even think you're deserving of it? Do you not feel inferior having me as your wife? How on earth do you sleep with both eyes closed knowing I'm way out of your league? What pride you must have had to walk the whole earth knowing I settled for you " Her voice slightly raised.

Lucas was used to her intonation, it wasn't a new thing to him. She didn't care that a third party was in the room with them. She felt unstoppable. It was her world and she didn't care who was out of it.

"I'm still trying to process all of these" he scoffed.

"To make it easy, let me take you down the drain. You clearly cannot provide any support for my career, you're nothing but a debit. I keep wondering how I kept up with you all these years with how useless you are. To worsen the situation you're in prison? How on earth isn't that a stain to my reputation? I wouldn't want the news carrying that my ex husband is an ex-convict as headlines" 

Disappointed Lucas took the pen from Emily. He didn't want to sit and watch her belittle him more than she already did. It was lucid she didn't want him in her life anymore 

"There you go. Keep your compensation, if it was business to you, it wasn't business to me" he signed. "You'd have to return the pendant I gave you. It's a family heirloom, I'd like to keep it. After that, we'd both go our separate ways" 

"Like you can leave, You're stuck here" she mocked. "I'll bring it on my next visit " with a pang of guilt she asked " Would that be all or you'd like to think of any other terms you'd like to add?" She picked up her coat leaving no room for an answer.

" Do you think I am doing the right thing?" She asked Emily as she shut the door behind her.

"I wouldn't lead you to your grave ma'am, you're absolutely on the right track" she assured her.

"That'll be all for now then, I'm glad he's finally off me. I have to meet up with someone right now. Get my driver" she ordered.

Lucas watched her back from the transparent wall as she walked down the hallway, a bitter smile tugging at his lips.

Lucas Oliver was in prison to carry out a secret mission. Bound by orders he could not tell her the truth.

"This is actually happening" he whispered to himself thinking about all the years spent together and she couldn't believe in his character.

"When disaster strikes, even the closest birds fly apart" he used the popular saying to comfort himself and not blame her.

Immediately, the door swung open, a warder entered, saluted him respectfully and stated his mission "Mr president demands to see you sir"