Last Descendant of Money

Money can buy everything.

Yes, you read that right.

If you say otherwise, then you need to work harder. If your money can't buy anything, it just isn't enough.

This was Edgar's belief. Of course it will. He was the last descendant of money.

Like Literally.

He came from a place where the fate of the world's fortune lay. He looked through the window. He could see people moving around fast, trying to gather as much money as they could.

He smirked.

Money was a spirit and he being its last descendant he had the ability to control who it'll favor or who it wouldn't.

"Edgar!!! Where is that son of a bitch? That pauper does nothing but eat our food without doing a thing."

How ironic. Edgar scoffed. He came from money, but was called a pauper by an ordinary woman.

He shrugged. That was what he got from deciding to live as the good-for-nothing son-in-law of the Simpsons and the husband of Patricia Simpson, a successful business woman.

"Edgar!" Patricia shrilled. "I work hard everyday to fend for this family but that mother fucker does nothing all day."

Work hard? Edgar scoffed. If it was for Patricia's hard work alone, she and her family would most probably not have a roof over their head. Everything Patricia was was made by Edgar. When Edgar married Patricia, she was a struggling seamstress who could count the number of dresses she had sown in her lifetime. Patricia started her sewing business at the age of 17. Edgar married her when she was 28. All throughout those years, they were years she had not sown a dress. It was that bad.

He had married Patricia because it was the dying wish of Patricia's father who had saved his mentally ill grandma.

"Grandma," Edgar whispered softly while remembering his grandma. She was the only family he had.

He then recalled what had happened 25 years ago. He was 10 by the time. Before his eyes, a man in all black killed his father, mother, siblings, uncle, and cousins.

Edgar's father was a demigod. The son of the god of money himself who came to earth, got married to a human just like his father did. While he was alive, he was known by everyone on earth. Who wouldn't know about a man who controlled Zillions? A man who could spend billions everyday and still hold the title of the richest man on earth. He was just not rich. He could decide who should have no money and who should.

Who ever killed his father was no ordinary person? Edgar knew this, but the question was, who did? The only person that was rich enough to pay death to take the family of the Demigod of Money was the god of money himself.

But, the god of money had gone missing immediately Edgar's father was born. By the way, which father was cruel enough to kill his son?

Edgar closed his eyes and somehow he time traveled to 27 years ago.

"Grandma!" Edgar watched as the 10 year old screamed, as Lucas, the servant whose care his grandma had placed him in, threw him on his back and ran through a tunnel underneath the house.

"Grandma, please come with me," He cried out. Lucas had taken him far away from home, but somehow he hoped that his grandma could hear him and come to save him.

Suddenly, he heard his grandma's voice. She was screaming and cussing. Edgar glanced at the 10 year old version of him. He knew he could hear it too. They were about to see a vision. A live vision that was actually happening at the moment. It was a gift. A family thing. Well it was not actually a gift since it was of course bought by his demigod father.

His family had everything anybody could think. Flying cupcakes, scentless perfumes, invisible clothes, charms, powers, whatever weird thing one could think of were owned by at least a member of Edgar's family.

"Where is that seed of Mammon?" Edgar heard someone roar. It was the most evil voice he had ever heard. Immediately, the scene changed from a crying 10 year old version of himself and Lucas escaping to his grandma being tortured by his family murderer. He couldn't see his face.

Every other thing was as clear as day, but weirdly, the murderer's face was blurred off.

"Don't you dare touch Grandma again," He roared, but of course, no one could hear. Nobody ever did. It was a vision and he wasn't really there after all. He remembered trying to escape from Lucas to save his grandma, but each time he tried, he failed to.

Edgar felt a sharp pain in the chest as the cane with nails struck his grandma back. Her cries drove through his soul like a sword through the heart.

The scene changed again to when his grandma underwent a mindwipe. The mindwipe was for him. Grandma lost all her memories. She lost her insanity too.

The scene changed to when his grandma was condemned to death since she was not useful. She managed to escape to the cold streets which could have killed her if she had not been saved by a man. The man was Patricia's father and that was one of the reasons he was here in the first place.

"Edgar! You son of a bitch."

Patricia's annoying voice interrupted the journey from 25 years ago.

Edgar turned to look at Patricia who was at 5he door. He frowned. Patricia was nothing like her father. Well, she was not as bad as she currently was, 7 years ago. Then, she was nothing. Had nothing. But of course, money makes people change. When he married Patricia, she was a 28-year-old single mother of a child whose father had dumped after always beating her up in whatever ways he could. She was broken, unhappy and shamed by society when he met her. One would think that she would be grateful for Edgar not joining society in seeing her as flawed, but the opposite was the case. He had decided to help in making her business successful. He basically gave her all the money she had. He should have probably considered before deciding to give more than enough of it.

"Ungrateful brat! How dare you talk to who made you what you are today however you like," Edgar wanted to say but he could not. That was the whole idea of being in disguise by the way, wasn't it?

"I-I'm so sorry," Edgar said instead feigning a stutter.

"Ma'am," Another voice chipped in. "You should add ma'am. You're nowhere near my daughter's class after." The person who talked was Beatrice, the mother of Patricia. If Patricia was bad, she was evil. She had always been evil from day one. She wanted a rich husband for her daughter. It was quite disappointing when she did not get what she wanted.

"Mum, this husband of mine is just so useless," Patricia whined.

"Husband?" Beatrice scoffed. "Please. He's not your husband. He has never been. He is not. He would never be. As far as I am concerned, you are very much single." Beatrice turned to Edgar and eyed him from head to toe. "This piece of trash is just nobody we decided to take in and feed."

She looked back at her daughter and smiled. "How was your night with the CEO? Associating with him would really be good for business."

"Great!" Beatrice cheered. "That's great. Hope you told him that you're single and have never been married, because that's obviously the truth."

"Yes. Though, I need to divorce legally so my truth would be legal."

Edgar smirked. Patricia divorcing him would definitely be her downfall.

"But your father wanted this marriage," Edgar pointed out.

Beatrice raised her hand and before Edgar could realize what was going on, the hand had landed on his chin. He heard the resounding sound before he felt the sharp pain across his face.

"What father? The same father that was as useless as you are? I forbid that my daughter marries a man like that man. The most annoying part was how he lived in the illusion of being able to help other people when he had nothing. First, he burdened us with that useless old hag who shares the same blood with you and still decided to increase our burden by adding you. As far as I am concerned, my daughter, Patricia, has no father."

Edgar clenched his fist. How dare this vile woman look down at his grandma the way she did? He tried taking in more deep breaths. If he failed to control himself, Beatrice, her daughter and the house and few more houses around would be burnt to ashes. It'll draw attention and attention was the last thing he needed at the moment.

"You can divorce me if you want, but you'd be doing two things if you do. One, you won't fulfill your father's last wish and two, you'd be doing yourself more harm than good. Remember, you became more successful when I came into your life.," Edgar said softly.

Beatrice cackled. "You're the one who would be at the losing end, foolish man. You'd no longer be living the good life we give you for free. On the other hand, my daughter would be more successful. Plus, get rid of the idea that my daughter is successful because 0f you. She became successful when her father left our lives. She would definitely be more successful if you leave too."

Edgar smirked. Time will tell.

"I think it's time I taught that woman a lesson or two," Edgar said bitterly as he looked around the messed up kitchen which was most probably messed up on purpose for him to clean up.

"I think so too, but you should do it in a sensible way. Forget the messed up kitchen. You can clean it up with the flick of a finger. You have what a normal person does not. Powers bought with your father's money." Lucas, his caretaker since birth pointed out. He was 10 years older but looked as young as Edgar. Edgar frowned. Lucas came and went whenever he liked. It was annoying. Edgar sometimes liked the fact that Lucas was not like any other ass-licking servants he knew. However, he still found it annoying sometimes and whenever he did, he could say nothing. The Lucas he knew would never make an effort to change after all. Derp down, Edgar hoped he would not anyway.

"I have received enough insults from her. Does she know who I am?"

"No, she doesn't. If she did," Lucas paused and laughed. "She would die of shock. Edgar, her useless husband is far from useless, but the grandson and last descendant of what she has been trying all her life to get."

Edgar snapped his thumb and middle finger together and the messed-up kitchen became sparkling clean.

"Told you. Just a flick of your fingers would do."

"Edgar! Son of a bitch." It was Patricia.

"That mad wife of yours has started." Lucas pointed out with a small smile.

Edgar scoffed. "Did you not hear? She's not my wife. That's a truth that's not legal but would soon be."

"You're getting a divorce."

"Patricia and that evil hag were talking about it."

Lucas shrugged. "It won't be the first time they would be talking about a divorce."

"I don't care any longer. Right now, I just want to teach that girl and her mother a lesson. They seem to have forgotten their place. I need to remind them."

"Calm down. That's my advice. You wouldn't want to draw attention to yourself until you find whoever killed your family."

"Edgar!" Patricia's voice had gotten closer.

"Looks like your missing rib is on her way here."

Edgar glared at Lucas who just laughed.

"Adios." Immediately, Lucas was out of sight.

"Son of a bitch. Why the hell has my bed not been made?"

"It was." Edgar pointed out. The mad woman was just looking for a way to get him beaten.

His words were followed by a slap across his face. "Are you calling me a liar? How many times have I told you that I want my bed well-dressed at all times? Whenever you make my bed I want to sleep, roll, and jump on it without it being ruined."

Edgar raised an eyebrow. What she wanted wasn't hard for him. He was no ordinary person after all. She was, and, if he ever made a bed that way for her, she would freak out.

Edgar clenched his fist. Yes, Patricia has done many things worse than this, but he has had enough. Patricia's cup was almost full.

He feigned a smile. "I'm sorry. I would go to your room and make the bed the way you want it."

"My room? What are you thinking? Pervert."

Patricia placed her index finger on his forehead and poked it hard. "Do away with whatever evil thoughts are in those empty heads of yours?" She continued poking him hard. So hard that his forehead turned red.

"Do away with it," She continued. Then, she gave him a knock on his head. "I can help you." She grinned evilly. She knocked him again. This time it was harder than the first time. "I can knock out the evil."

Another knock.

"It'll help cleanse those perverted thoughts."

Edgar stepped backward before she could give him another knock on the head.

At that moment, Patricia's phone rang.

"Don't think you're free yet," Patricia said with disdain written all over her face, then she walked away.

"Three knocks. Yish. That's a lot." It was Lucas talking.

"I hate when you come and go whenever you like," Edgar pointed out with a frown.

"So you wanted me to be here. If I were, she would have used a knife to give you those knocks instead of her knuckles. I wouldn't have gone scot-free too. The last thing I want is that mad woman touching me.

"But the mad woman is free to touch me." Edgar glowered at Lucas.

"She's your wife. Not mine," Lucas said.

"I'm your master. Do you even still remember? My well-being should be your priority"

"So you want me to die for you."

"Well, that's basically what you're to do."

"Young man, if I'm in front of you and 0ries to kill me and there's no way to save you unless I die, I'd kindly move away even if you'd get killed. I'd try my best to protect you, but that does not mean I would stake my precious life for you."

Edgar rolled his eyes. Of course, most people will do the same, but he felt Lucas should not have said it out. If it was any other person, they would have sworn with their life that they would sacrifice their lives for Edgar. It would be a lie, but at least it showed they feared him. But, Lucas was different. Edgar liked the fact that he was not a hypocrite. On the other hand, he hated that he could do anything he wanted without minding what he thought.

"No other person would have dared to say such to me, except you."

"No other person would tell you what they really think except me."

Edgar looked away. It was true and that was the only reason Lucas was with him at the moment. He said how he felt and was trustworthy.

"So," Lucas continued. "Back to teaching that daughter of Jezebel a lesson. What do you have in mind?"

Edgar frowned. "It seems like she has forgotten her humble background. I think it's time I return her to her place."

Lucas smirked. "This will be fun."

It will and he looked forward to it.

"Mother," Patricia cried out.

It was for the sixth time since the day began.

Edgar smirked. He was just starting. When he would be done, she would lose the voice to cry out.

Angela ran to her daughter in the sitting room and Edgar watched them from the dining room.

"What again? Don't tell me there's another problem."

"There's a huge problem. My business is no longer mine." Patricia broke down in tears. "More than half of my branches all over the country have been burnt down."

Angela shrieked in anguish. "I'm doomed. My haters have won."

Today was the worst day for Patricia. It started with a call out on social media by a customer. Then, it escalated to a high-profile lawsuit. Before afternoon, more than half of the company's shareholders had sold their shares. Afterward, more phone calls came. Each phone call was to tell bad news.

"What have I done wrong?" Patricia lamented. The new news was the last straw she could take. Any more bad news and she might die.

Edgar watched as mother and daughter lamented. They deserved more than what had befallen them.

"Tsk! Tsk! Why are these two witches crying?" Edgar muttered to himself. "It's not like everything that was snatched from them belonged to them in the first place. I don't blame them though, it's better to not have at all than have, and then it's snatched from him." Edgar shrugged. "At least they got to know what it feels like to have money. They wouldn't have had that opportunity if he had not come into their lives."

Edgar smiled in satisfaction as he watched as mother and daughter lamented. They had wronged the wrong person.

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"Patricia's business is suffering. What have you done to help?"

Edgar looked at the frowning face of Angela blankly. He had done a lot to help initially, what was the result?

"Why should I help when I made this?" Edgar muttered to himself.

"What did you say?" Asking to know if she had heard right.

"What did I say?" Edgar asked back.

"Mom, this overgrown baby is a big fool. Let's not make him waste my time. I have something important to do."

"We would cut to the chase. You're useless. Like we don't need you for anything and you've proven to be not interested in helping at all. The only thing you are interested in is to be parasitic. We don't need a parasite in our lives."

"To summarize what my mom was saying," Patricia continued. "I want a divorce. I want you to sign the divorce papers I prepaid and get the hell out of my life."

Edgar smiled.

"Just take a look at the clown." Angela sneered. "He thinks we're joking. Stupid man."

"Why are you smiling, huh?" Patricia asked, sneering at Edgar.

"You want to get a divorce to get a rich man that can help your business. Do you want to know a secret? It won't work."

"Get the hell out of my daughter's house," Angela thundered.

"Don't trouble yourself because of this fool, Mom. He said that because he knew he was going to leave anyway. He is in pain. So don't stress yourself." Patricia turned to Edgar. She lifted the papers she was holding for Edgar to see it.

"Those are the papers. Sign them and leave my house."

Edgar took the papers from her hands.

"You can only solve a problem if you know the root of it," Edgar said, as he looked through the papers. "Problem is when you are ignorant of the root of your problems. How would you solve your problem if you don't know the cause? You might pick a guess, but what if it worsens the case?" Edgar laughed, while Angela and Patricia glanced at each other and shook their heads.

"How did I agree to marry someone this stupid?"

"Oh, you've forgotten. I see." Edgar smirked. "You were humble then. Truly, money brings out the worst in people. I've realized that some people seem humble because they haven't seen money. Give a man money and watch his true colors reveal itself."

Edgar stretched out his hand towards Patricia to give her back the papers. "It's signed. What else do you want me to do before I leave?"

Angela scoffed. "What can you do?"

"Much more than you can ever imagine, but since you don't want my help, I'd take my leave."

"Leave," Patricia said sternly.

Without arguing, Edgar turned his back to leave, leaving a shocked expression on both mother and daughter's faces.

Edgar paused when he almost got to the door.

Angela and Patricia glanced at each other and smirked.

"Are you already finding outside cold before getting there?" Patricia asked mockingly.

"He won't survive. He lived a luxurious life here. A life he would never get till he dies. What would he do if he was thrown to the streets?"

"Does Julian know about this?" Edgar asked. Patricia had given birth to Julian even before he knew Patricia, but he saw Julian as his biological daughter.

"Are you looking for an excuse to stay back?" Patricia asked, sneering.

"Julian would be disheartened if she came back home only to realize that I had left. She would think I abandoned her."

"He is looking for an excuse to stay back," Angela scoffed.

"Why should she feel that way for a stranger? Who is she to you? You're nobody to her, so I won't let her feel that way because she shouldn't in the first place."

Edgar's face fell. He cared for Juliana and he knew she did too. She would be disheartened if she found out that he had left and so he was too.

"Can I-" Edgar paused. He could see Julian without Patricia's help anyway. And, she was not good enough as a mother for him to take permission from.

"Stop looking for a way to remain in this house, just get your broke ass out of here."

"I don't need you. It's the reverse." Edgar said with a smirk. The smirk widened into a smile and he placed his hand in salute. "Adios."

He turned back to the door and continued walking.

Sending him away was the worst thing Patricia and Angela would ever do in their lives.

He just had to find a way of making Julian immune to the disaster he was to rain down on his ex-wife and his ex mother-in-law.