Chapter 5 : $5 million trash

Cassandra's jaw dropped, her eyes widened in disbelief and horror.

The five million cheque was left in her hand like it was something very insignificant. Of course. But she was yet to know.

Jack stared at the bloody divorce paper with the same expression.

Killian had shattered her pride and the weight of it alone felt like a slap to her face. She'd expected him to fight against the divorce, to kick something in anger but Killian's calm expression earlier was just unbelievable.

Her finger curled, manicured finger digging into her palm as anger coursed through her.

"After everything my family did for him," Her voice was a low hiss. "That ingrate!"

Jack adjusted his belt into the loop with a steady hand and stepped closer to her. "I told you men like him only stay with you to milk you and they walk away when they're done."

He buttoned his shirt with the same calmness. "Sure he won't do anything?" He asked casually though unbothered about Killian but he still wanted to sound like he cared because caring about Petty situations like this further drew Cassandra into whatever plan he was plotting behind her back while masking everything beneath affection.

"He won't." Cassandra said, her lips curled in irritation as everything that happened flashed back her pride. "He is nothing to worry about. He just came out from the prison. He has no place to stay. No one to go to. Except—"

Her eyes lit up as the realization settled. "— to my family."

Angrily, she grabbed her phone from the desk and barked the order.

"Don't allow Killian inside without my permission. And burn everything inside the house that belongs to him." He ordered and dropped the phone smirking viciously. "Let's see how he's going to survive out there without me. He'll crawl back begging on his knee."

Jack wore his expensive suit and buttoned it. "Typical of men like him" He said. "They only get angry. All bark and no bite." He held her arm gently, pulling her in, his voice dropping quieter and romantic. He planted a kiss on her temple. "Don't get yourself worked up on things that are irrelevant when we have a bigger picture to create— a wedding to plan."

Cassandra released a soft breath, melting into his arms.

"I'm glad he's finally gone."

"He won't cause any trouble." Jack said. "I'll take care of it if anything comes up."

Relief flooded Cassandra's face. She smiled in satisfaction.

"You're always the best, Jack."

"Just for you, baby."

He chuckled and Jack kissed her again and yet Cassandra couldn't stop thinking about the divorce paper on her desk.

Killian arrived at St. Augustus private hospital, a ten story building constructed at the bustling district of the city, all steel and glass catching the afternoon sun and scattering it across the street. He took in soft breath, remembering his transformed in the prison rather than thinking over Cassandra's betrayal and her Ashbourne's lies.

His first day at the prison was hell.

He got bullied, Oppression from old inmates who believed new inmates deserve a welcome torture. It continued every day; Broken arms, bleeding lips, until he became frustrated and angry for being weak and prey for the predators and decided to start hiding but it only got worse. Sixth month in the prison, he decided to fight back but he was beaten to a pulp.

Not until one man— the old man Master Chen said to him.

"You're weak, Kid." He spoke for the first time. "the world doesn't favour the weak people. The weak gets broken over and over again till they die."

"Then make me strong. I don't want to die."

Killian was determined.