His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

On a night where the wind howled like souls in torment and a solitary moon cast a chilling glow, Barry arrived punctually at the old mansion’s second–floor study, where Gary was already waiting, his forlorn shadow. stretched across the floor like a specter summoned from the abyss.

“Dad, after all we’ve been through, I never imagined you’d be this ruthless with me.”

Gary lounged on the leather couch, his laugh cold as the grave. “I’ve always paid you respect, worked tirelessly for the family business, And now, just because I’m handicapped, you cast me aside like yesterday’s news. Isn’t that a bit harsh?”

Barry sensed danger and spun to yank open the door–only to find that it wouldn’t budge.

“Save your energy. You’re not stepping one foot out of this house unless I say so.” Gary, about to light a cigarette, remembered his incapacity and resentfully shoved it back into the pack.

“Greg, Greg!” Barry’s voice trembled with fear as sweat drenched his back.

The door creaked open.

“Mr. Fairhaven, Greg is here.”

Jackson entered with a sinister smile, his face smeared with blood, and callously dropped Greg’s lifeless body at Barry’s feet as if it were trash, “Sadly, he can’t serve you anymore.”

Terror gripped Barry as his vision tunneled and his body trembled. He roared at Gary, “You dared to kill? Have you lost your mind? What do you want?”

“I know exactly what I’m doing. And if I’ve gone mad, it’s because of you, because of Jareth.”

Gary shrugged indifferently. “Besides, it’s just murder. No big deal, Back in the day, you had no qualms about getting your hands dirty to build up the Fairhaven Group, right? Now you’re old, you’ve been acting the lapdog for so long you’ve forgotten you were once a wolf with a taste for blood.”

“Gary Fairhaven!”

Gary tossed a document on the coffee table. ‘Sign this, and I’ll spare your life out of fifty years of father–son affection. I lost interest in your shares. Let your precious grandson clean up the Fairhaven mess if he wants. Just transfer all your assets to me, and I’ll leave you with your life.”

The blood drained from Barry’s face, his teeth grinding in fury. He’d never been one to cower, to grovel for his life. How could he have built such an empire, one of the four great families, if he had?

And to be threatened by his own son, of all people? There was no way he’d bow.

Barry laughed heartily, pointing at Gary. “You’ve played the dutiful son for years, and now your true colors show. But I’m still one step ahead. Before you came for me, I transferred all my assets and shares to Jareth. He’s now the patriarch of the Fairhaven family, the one calling the shots at Fairhaven Group! You? You’re not even fit to lap up the leftovers!”

Gary sat up abruptly, his eyes cracking with hatred. “Old bastard! You still dare to lie to me when you’re dying?” “Lie to you? Is that necessary? I might as well tell you now.”

Barry stared at the ground with his cane and his scarlet eyes. “Even if Kris is gone, I have never thought of letting you be the heir of the Fairhaven Group for a day! I have always preferred Jareth, and I have always cultivated.”

Gary leaped over the coffee table, rage contorting his face, and plunged a knife deep Into Barry’s gut.

As blood oozed onto the floor, Barry clutched his wound and collapsed to his knees, his vision blurring as he fell into shock.

He had nurtured a monster, a creature that had lost all humanity in its quest for power.

“Dad, did you just say that even without my brother, I’d never take over the Fairhaven Group?”

Gary kicked Barry down, his boot pressing into the bleeding wound, eliciting a scream of agony. “Let me share a secret with you. My brother’s plane crash? I orchestrated it.”

Barry stared in disbelief, his eyes bulging with pain and betrayal.

“I sabotaged the helicopter’s gearbox. And when I had the chance to save him, I let him drown. He died thinking his own brother wouldn’t harm him. Don’t you know that at that time, when he watched me swim to the surface of the sea, his eyes were actually quite pleased, and he didn’t have any hatred at all. Such a perfect and kind person should go to heaven instead of staying in the Fairhaven family and blocking my way.”

Barry’s eyes brimmed with tears of blood. He roared in defiance, but Gary showed no mercy.

One stab, then another, and another.

Barry’s last breath was a silent plea, his eyes wide open in a silent scream of horror.

So brutal and heartless, even Jackson was stunned. The father and son duo was like sworn enemies! NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

“Dad, don’t blame me. Blame yourself for being too heartless to me.”

Gary, impassive, sighed and gently closed his father’s eyes. “Kris was too good for this world, too kind for the cutthroat business. Only I am the rightful heir. Pity you couldn’t see that.”

April arrived at the mansion’s gates, Barry’s car still parked outside, an ominous symbol of the dark deeds that had transpired within.

She had every intention of waltzing right in, but something about that felt just too brash. After all, you don’t just ignore the patriarch of the Fairhaven family without a second thought. So, she decided to play the waiting game, standing patiently outside.

As time ticked by, the door finally creaked open.

April, ever so cunning, had concealed herself behind a cluster of bushes to spy on the scene unfolding before

her.

The next thing she knew, she spotted Jackson, muscles straining, as he dragged a black nylon duffel bag out

of the house.

Then, to her absolute shock, Gary emerged, one–armed and all, hauling an identical bag!

Gary grumbled, “Everything cleaned up in there?”

“All dealt with.”

“Bury the body somewhere discreet. Ditch the Fairhaven wheels too. There’s a dirt road heading west, no cameras in sight. Even if the cops come snooping, they won’t find anything anytime soon.” Gary’s tone was so casual he even yawned mid–sentence.

“Got it. You planning on skipping town tonight then?”

“How can I leave with a score still to settle?”

April, panic–stricken, clamped a hand over her mouth and bolted like her life depended on it which, frankly, it

did.

Gary might’ve been short an arm, but his ears worked just fine,

“Someone’s in the bushes! Don’t let that person get away!”

Jackson gave chase with all his might, but the desperate have a knack for tapping into unseen reserves of energy. April leaped into her sports car and tore off, leaving nothing but a trail of exhaust behind!

“Mr. Fairhaven! I didn’t catch them, but I’m positive it was April! That was her carl” Jackson panted as he

stumbled back.

“April? That wench!” Gary’s eyes blazed with malice as he clenched his teeth, “Send out the word. If she’s found, she doesn’t get to breathe another day!”