The World Under His Fist

CHAPTER EIGHT

He knew his in-laws were all after money, and they would suck up the richest amongst her suitors– which was why they were all so desperate to have his wife marry Paul Bryant.

He took a deep sigh and made up his mind that he would still keep quiet about his true identity for now. Who knew what kind of plans his family had for him?

If he went ahead and spilled everything out, then it happened to fall through, it would be too much of a disgrace for him.

Plus, he was still thinking about his grandfather's gifts for him, and he was not sure if he would accept it just yet.

Ella scoffed and planted her hand on her hips. "Am I not talking to a human being here?!" She barked angrily. "What is this?" She pushed his chest, making him stagger backwards. "A brick wall??!"

He bowed his head deeply. “Mother, Father, I want to apologize to you for what I did today. It was out of desperation. Normally, I would never react like that. Please, I hope you can understand.”

Ella let out a scornful laugh. “You hope I can understand? Desperation? You little piece of shit! You are so worthless that I cannot even stand looking at you! How dare you try to turn our family into a laughingstock?!” Her eyes widened as anger coursed through her veins.

Ansel looked up at her, “I couldn't dare to do such mother. I am being honest, I didn't mean to cause any problems for our family, I really didn't!”

“You didn't? How will you solve this one you have done? Huh? What if we get thrown out of the family forever? When will you stop being useless and actually be a man with worth? Don't you have any pride as a human? Aren't you ashamed of yourself?”

Her words caused Ansel's head to fall. He just stood there with his hands behind his back like a kid being scolded by his mother.

Every single word of hers landed on parts that easily pierced through his skin, causing him immense pain. Yet again, he chose to remain silent about his new identity.

Lara Jane's patience finally wore out, and she stood in front of her mother with eyes burning with rage. “That is enough, mum! Ansel is my husband, and he deserves to be treated as no lower! He is a part of this family as we all are, and he is your son-in-law!”

“I forbid it!” Ella spat out with blaring eyes. “I forbid nobody like him to be a part of my family! He is just a piece of worthless trash that cannot even be recycled!”

“Nothing you say will change anything, not now, not ever,” Lara Jane said calmly.

She snatched Ansel's hand from his back and dragged him away from her parents’ presence.

Ella could not believe her eyes. She watched with widened eyes as her daughter walked away from her, ignoring every single time she called out after her.

Ansel was glad enough to follow her back to their bedroom.

***

Ansel turned and tossed on the cold hard ground. Pulling his blanket over himself, he adjusted his pillow as a sigh left his mouth.

He had been trying to take his mind off the event that took place that day but nothing he tried helped him fall asleep.

Ever since he and his wife had gotten married, they had only shared one kiss and that was on their wedding day. It was more of a peck even.

And since then, they have never shared a bed together for once. They had never consummated either, but Ansel never complained.

Being with his wife was more than enough for him, and he was grateful enough that she had chosen to remain with him.

But sometimes, he could not help it when negative thoughts crawled into his mind. 'Does she perhaps regret the decision she made to walk down the aisle with me and say our vows?'

“How is Mr Albert?”

His wife's voice snapped him out of his thoughts and he laid on his back to face the ceiling.

Lara Jane continued after a moment's pause. “I have about four hundred thousand dollars in my personal account, I can lend it to you so you can make a deposit, and he will start receiving due treatment.”

“You don't have to, though I appreciate the gesture.”

LJ rolled to the side of the bed to look at him. “Why do you say so?” Her brow arched.

“Someone else has already taken care of the bills, and he is being treated in the VVIP section.”

Her eyes widened at his words. “Wow! That is so nice. Mr Albert truly is a nice man. I am happy for him.”

“Me too.” He responded with a smile.

She laid back in bed with a heavy sigh. “At least that's one less thing to worry about.”

“What else are you worried about?”

“The company.”

Her reply caused him to sit up. He moved closer to the bed, and she turned to face him.

“The company is running into a lot of debt and only with a miracle can we pay it all. That miracle happens to be King's corporation but nothing Grandma or anyone does can ever win us a collaboration with them.”

Ansel's ears pricked as he heard his wife mention King's corporation. Wasn't that the company that now belonged to him? “The same King's corporation?” he asked with an arched brow.

“There is only one King's corporation in Ferrera city, I'm sure,” she responded.

Ansel fell into his thoughts. His wife needed a miracle, he could easily grant that miracle if he chose to accept his grandfather's gifts.

But he didn't want to accept the company, wasn't he accepting too much? The king's corporation would belong to him, and he could make all of his wife's dreams come to pass.

A deep sigh drew from his mouth and he ran his fingers through his hair as he was lost in his thoughts.

Should he accept it?