Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir by Ryker Helios

Because I did not fancy taking a gulp of road-washed water, disregarding the pain in my body from the blossoming bruises, I shake myself and get up.Each step I take toward the direction of the road hurts. The rain gets harder and harder as I trudge towards the miserable building my studio apartment was situated in so I could change and get to my job.

I did not anticipate constant bullying being part of my university life when I moved to Empire city in order to attend King’s College University. I had been so excited when I got the final acceptance letter. King’s College was the most prestigious academic organization in the country, and its acceptance rates were very low. Their graduates were guaranteed to be much-sought experts in their relative fields, and being chosen was an honor.

I confess I was idyllically naïve when it came to university. I thought all the students would be respectable and good-mannered, polite and friendly.

How wrong had I been.

Kings’ College students were instead snobbish and arrogant, snotty and privileged. I’d rather eat rocks than be friends with them given how much they tend to backstab each other for their own advantage. So, rest assured, I did not gain many friends in my first year.

However, I gained many enemies. And Stone Jeffreys was the worst of them all.

He was a football player, a star athlete, and an academically gifted student. And he was also a bully of the worst kind who seemed to be especially targeting me.

And today was one of those days where I was caught in his rage.

Showering was torture, and I get dressed in clean, dry clothes in my apartment as fast as possible. My whole body aches, but I can’t afford to call in sick.

I make my way to the café where I do a part-time job. My boss barks at me to get my ass to serve the tables immediately before I can even say, “hello”. I exchange a short greeting with the floor supervisor and my fellow waiters before donning the mandatory apron with the café logo, grabbing a pen and a notepad, and making my way to the tables to start my job as a waiter.

I try to immerse myself in my job, but the pain is too much. Stone had made sure to target my ribs when he punched me as two of his friends held me by the arms, and now breathing itself was difficult. As time goes on, the ache in my side heightens to a point where I have to crouch when walking. I pray that no one notices my discomfort.

“Hey, waiter,” One of the ladies at a table calls me as I lean over a counter to take a breather, “I need a refill. Hurry up.”

with her fork, getting some of the sauce on the glass as well as the table. Oh, great, she’s one of the messy customers who

Taking a glass jug of water,

up, blinding me for a moment. But that moment is more than enough for me to lose my footing. My hand goes up, and

Oh, shit.

begins to scream immediately as I apologize, but it’s too late. The manager comes to see what had happened. And just as

Fuck.

you idiot!” She starts to scream, “Who is going to pay it

thousand dollars, it was

not mean to do it, I just slipped,” I

hell did you do now,

sir, it was a

narrow on my face, “Is that a

bruise on my cheek? I didn’t know Stone got

my, “Sporting bruises like some criminal, being negligent and spilling water on our customers? What kind of a server are you? Do you think we pay you

God, make it stop!

sir,” I murmur, knowing that arguing with

compensated for my dress,” the

nobody can sue a café over a mistake like mine. She was

so sorry, ma’am,” the manager apologizes again. “We will compensate your loss, of course. And your meal is

turns back

fired.” He speaks.