Zero: God Of Mercenary

Chapter 10: The Party

Oliver’s heart sank at Carolina’s words. 

Once upon a time, he’d cleaned her house, taken her to doctor appointments, cooked meals, and spent hours keeping her company. She’d been warm, kind—even motherly. 

But now, her eyes held only cold disdain, as if they were strangers.

Maybe her kindness only be a mask, just a reflection of Cole’s wealth?

“Get out of here now!” she spat, her voice sharp as a knife. “Or do you want to get arrested?”

A swirl of anguish rose inside him, but Oliver didn’t respond. 

He turned to leave, but Carolina stepped in front of him, blocking the way.

“Leave everything behind!” she snapped, eyes narrowing.

“These are my belongings,” Oliver replied. It was just some old clothes in his bag.

Carolina took a step closer, contempt twisting her expression.

“Are you out of your mind? You don’t deserve a single thing from this house!”

Oliver’s frustration flared. 

Not worth a thing? I paid for this house. Most of the household bills, too.

But he didn’t say it. Instead, a cold smile touched his lips. 

He could almost imagine their shocked faces when they’d realize who he truly was.

Carolina, however, seemed to read the defiance in his gaze, and her own anger boiled over. 

“You think you’ve earned it?” she snarled. “All you’ve done is bring shame and disappointment!”

Without warning, she grabbed his bag and hurled it out the door. 

His clothes and belongings scattered across the entryway floor.

“There!” Carolina laughed, her tone triumphant. “That’s your worth.”

She gazed at him with disgust as something shiny caught her eye—a small, unexpected glint among the mess. 

"Ha! I knew it! I knew you are coming for my daughter! You pathetic little shit! A freaking stalker!"

Oliver’s wedding ring had fallen out, accidentally packed with his things. 

Her lips curled as she crossed her arms, clearly relishing the moment.

She expected Oliver to scramble for his scattered items, maybe even beg. 

But to her surprise, he just looked at the mess, his face expressionless.

“Throw it all away,” he said coldly. “I don’t care. I don’t need any of it.” 

He stepped over the scattered clothes and walked toward the door.

As he reached for the handle, Carolina’s voice rang out, laced with bitterness. 

“Marrying you was the biggest mistake of Trisha’s life. I regret that Cole even helped you.”

Oliver turned slightly, just enough to see her out of the corner of his eye. 

“It wasn’t her mistake. It was mine.”

Carolina’s eyes went wide. “W-What did you just say?!”

“I’m saying you’ll regret this. Soon enough.”

“Regret?” Carolina scoffed, her tone mocking. “Oliver, please. If you ever make something of yourself, my daughter will stay single forever!”

Oliver met her eyes and smiled faintly. 

“Remember you said that.”

He didn’t bother with his other belongings; the only thing that mattered was his necklace. 

Just as he reached his truck, his phone rang. It was Rebecca.

“Hello, Sir Oliver? Are you ready for the party?” 

Her tone was polite but held a trace of nervousness.

“Yes,” Oliver replied, noticing the address she’d sent him. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

The event was being held at the most luxurious restaurant in town. 

When Oliver arrived, he took in the building’s grand exterior, the soft yellow lights reflecting off the sleek luxury cars parked outside. 

Every vehicle a testament to wealth—except for his old truck.

As he pulled up to the entrance, the restaurant staff exchanged puzzled looks. 

“Sir?” one of the attendants called. “I think you might be in the wrong place. This is a private event.”

Oliver pulled out his phone, double-checking the address. 

“No, this is the right place.”

The staff looked even more confused, but before he could explain, honking erupted from behind him.

“What the hell is that truck doing here?”

“Move it out of the way! You’re holding us up!”

“Get that junk out of here already!”

The impatient voices came from a group of young people in luxury cars, clearly irritated. The staff looked nervous.

Oliver ignored the jeers. 

“I was told to come here,” he told the staff firmly.

“May I see your invitation?” one of them asked.

Oliver hesitated; Rebecca hadn’t given him one. 

“I don’t have an invitation,” he admitted.

The staff member sighed, glancing back at the cars stacking up. 

“Sir, this event is by invitation only. If you don’t have one, I’m afraid I can’t let you in.”

Oliver frowned, considered calling Rebecca. That’s when a young man in an expensive suit stepped out of his car, glaring at him with irritation. 

“What are you doing, man? Don’t you know you’re blocking the way?” he sneered. “You here to sell scraps? This isn’t a junkyard!”

Laughter broke out among the onlookers.

Before Oliver could answer, the roar of a red Porsche engine caught his attention. 

The sleek car pulled up beside him, and Rebecca stepped out. 

She was in a fitted red dress that turned every head, walked over to Oliver.

“Sorry, babe. Did I keep you waiting?” 

She said, squeezing his arm as a signal to play along. Her eyes flicked to the crowd. 

“Is there a problem here?”

The young man, Jay, stared at them both, his face frozen in shock. 

“Who is this bastard, Rebecca? And why are you calling him babe?”

“He’s my boyfriend, Jay,” 

Rebecca replied, her words carrying a hint of defiance. Her calm confidence seemed to hit Jay like a slap.

Jay scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“Damn it, Rebecca. Are you fucking kidding? You turned me down, acted like you were too good for everyone - and you end up with some trash like him?”