Rise Of The Unworthy Trillionaire Son-in-law

"Ethan, I will not repeat myself twice!" David warned as he clenched his fist in anger. Ethan stared into his soul without fear, but in the blink of an eye, he received a slap from Mrs. Judith, who couldn't tolerate the nonsense that brewed.

"How dare you match words with Lord David, you wretched fool, he can have you killed in a second!" Mrs. Judith warned, her eyes flickering in anger.

Ethan felt angered and ashamed as he cleaned up the mess and poured Lord David another glass of wine. His heart raced with anger; this wasn't who he was. He had been reduced to the bare minimum, and he could do nothing about it. Ethan turned to leave when David's voice struck him like lightning.

"Tonight is your wife's birthday. I hope your wretched ass can get a beautiful gift. It would be a shame for everyone to attend and not see her weakling of a husband bring forth his gift." His voice broke into laughter, and Mrs. Judith took pleasure in his speech as she laughed and sipped her wine.

Ethan rushed to his room and banged the door hard. He had been humiliated by a spoiled brat but soon calmed his nerves as he set his eyes on the portrait of his beloved wife. "I have to make tonight memorable for you, my love," he muttered and quickly got dressed. The security guards laughed as they watched him leave in his ragged clothes. He looked so unkempt and tattered, but that was the least of his worries as he boarded a taxi to the biggest jewelry store in town.

"I love that masterpiece. A gold bracelet will surely be a perfect gift," Ethan muttered to himself as he stared at the masterpiece that had gotten hold of his heart.

The workers stared at him and scoffed. He certainly didn't fit the status of one who could afford a ring, let alone a gold-made one.

"How can I help you, sir?" a tender voice asked as they watched him stare and touch the glass holding the masterpiece in place.

"I'm here to get a gift for my wife, and this will do. How much is it?" Ethan asked with a smile on his face. He hadn't been on good terms with his wife, and this was a way of setting things right.

"The price is $10,000 dollars," she replied with a smile.

Ethan sighed. It was too costly—way too costly—but he wasn't ready to back down either. He had saved for months, worked under Mrs. Judith's nose to earn a few bucks. He had lost everything after the accident—his accounts and wealth, all confiscated except for one account.

"Is there a discount?"

"I'm afraid there isn't one. That's the price, sir," the staff replied, her smile gradually degrading.

"I would love to speak to the manager," Ethan requested.

"And what do you need the manager for, sir?" a thick manly voice called from behind.

"I need to confirm the price of this gold bracelet. I want it, Mr. Antonio," Ethan replied, calling the name tag at the top of his suit's pocket.

"It's $10k. If you can't afford it, I may need you to leave for other potential buyers. We don't negotiate here," Mr. Antonio warned.

Ethan's smile vanished in an instant. He was angered but remained calm as he walked out to make a withdrawal. All that was left after months of saving in his account was $10,500. He sighed, but the memory of his wife eased his tension—she was his beloved woman. Ethan went back to the store with the exact cash, and all the staff, including the manager, were stunned. How can a man dressed in tattered clothes be able to afford such an amount?

"Wrap up the bracelet for me now!" Ethan ordered. Mr. Antonio had a smile on his lips as the staff quickly did as he ordered.

Ethan was served a glass of wine while he waited for his bracelet, but just as one of the staff walked towards him with his purchase in a company bag, Mr. Antonio pulled her backward, pinning her to the wall.

"Sir, what's the issue?" she asked in shock.

"I don't trust that man. He appears to be a thief. How can a man like him afford such a bracelet? He might have robbed or killed to lay his hands on that cash!" Antonio expressed his displeasure.

"A receipt is being issued for Mr. Ethan. He paid in full, and we surely can't deny him his purchase!"

"Then we give him a fake replica. A poor bastard like him wouldn't notice the difference," the manager smiled after his dubious plan.

"I will take the bag to him," he added as he snatched the bag away. In an instant, he switched the bracelet with a fake one while Ethan waited patiently.

"Mr. Ethan, I'm sorry for our misconduct. You are a valued customer to us now. Here's your purchase and your receipt. Do well to pay a visit next time," Mr. Antonio revealed, and they shook hands with Ethan having no clue what had just happened.

The manager watched him leave, knowing that he had scammed a man who would have no proof to back up his claim.

Hours ran by, and the birthday party was moments away. Ethan got dressed in his old two-piece suit—the suit that reminded him of the rich man he was before the accident that changed everything. He placed the bracelet in a box and booked a cab with the last $500 in his possession. Arriving at the grand hall, Ethan could hardly believe his eyes—the fleet of cars that were parked outside and inside the premises. He never thought for a moment that his darling wife could pull such a fleet of wealthy appearances.

Right before his eyes, he saw some of the richest and most influential men walk right past him with a scornful look on their faces. It was as if they had seen a ghost, but Ethan quickly brushed off their looks as he walked majestically towards the entrance. With each step he took, he felt a sharp pain to the head that made him groan; flashes of blood and death appeared before his eyes, but he remained calm, taking hold of his body.

On approaching the bouncers at the entrance, they stopped him at once, demanding an invitation card.

"I'm her husband. I don't need any invitation card. Check your list and let me through!" Ethan revealed.

"Your name is not among the list. Please step aside now!" they ordered.

"Let me through now! What sort of rubbish is this? How dare you?" Ethan thundered, and within seconds, he gained the attention of some of the wealthy folks who were just outside the hall.

"Mr. Ethan, we have strict orders not to let your poverty-wretched ass inside the grand hall. Step aside now before I break your bones!" one of the bouncers thundered as he took off his glasses and brought out a hidden pistol gun from his holster.

Ethan grew confused by the minute, and just as he tried to run through the entrance, they grabbed him and punched his face with force, watching as he fell to the ground with a loud thud and groaned in pain.