Billionaire’s Revenge

It was 8am on a Monday morning, a furious old woman paced the living room, boiling with anger as she waited for her shoes to be brought to her. She was none other than Ariana, the matron of the powerful William’s family.

“Where's this useless pauper? Why must he always infuriate me?” Ariana screamed, stomping her feet on the ground.

“Ellis!” She screamed at the top of her voice.

A man rushed out with a pair of shoes in his hand, one could tell from a single glance that he was a poor and wretched man, his clothes were tattered and his hair unkempt, he was the son in-law of the Williams’ family, Caroline’s husband.

“Here I am, mother. I have polished the shoes brighly.” Ellis replied.

“Who is your mother? I will never give birth to a wretched, useless person like you. You should find your rotten mother's body in her stinky grave.” She shouted.

Ellis bowed his head a little, not daring to even breathe out in the presence of Ariana.

“Will you give me those shoes?” Ariana yelled, eyeing him with disgust and contempt.

“See how unfortunate you are, no wonder your parents died early, you inflicted them with your bad luck and poverty.” She spat, grabbing the shoes from him.

Ellis silently turned away, the words had pained him beyond his bone marrow but he didn't dare groan.

“Did I say you could leave?” Ariana screamed, causing Ellis to freeze at the spot.

“What else do you want me to do, ma?” Ellis politely asked.

“Sweep the whole house and wash those plates, I must not see a single dust when I return and the plates must be sparkling clean.” Ariana said, grabbed her bag and walked away.

Ellis was filled with grief as he watched Ariana exit the living room, he sat down on the sofa, thinking about his miserable life.

He had been an orphan since he could remember, with no single trace of his parents memories. He lived the most part of his life in the orphanage and finally gained freedom when he clocked eighteen.