Revenge Of The Missing Prince Of Canterbridge

"I can't believe Kenny left me to deal with things. Who does he think he is?" Jonathan soliloquized. He was annoyed because his boss gave him so much workload, leaving without notice.

Driving his car into the Mayorga mansion, Jonathan tries to use the remote to open the gate, but it doesn't work.

"Every freaking time!" He groans. Jonathan walks to the gate, alarming the guards to let him in.

"Sorry. Mrs Mayorga changed the remote again." One of the guards informed him.

"Yeah, I noticed. Just let me in!"

Finally, inside, he tries to walk to his room with Helen but is stopped.

"The little Mrs Mayorga is busy. She said she needs privacy."

"I'm her husband! Do I have to remind you every time?"

"Sorry, dude. She may be free soon. You can hover around before then."

"I can't even go to my room to change? Just because my wife has a visitor?"

Before he could finish complaining to the servant, one of the servants whispered to another,

"You mean your wife's room?" And they all giggled silently.

Jonathan just shrugged and left. He was used to this mistreatment already.

Jonathan had been married to Helen for five months. Since she was the daughter of Mr. Cardona Mayorga, the vice mayor of Edinville, he had no rights over her. She did not even bear his surname. Every day, the world looked at him like someone who "just got lucky." He was an orphan, after all.

Walking to the kitchen, Jonathan decides to make a quick meal for himself while waiting for his wife's guest to leave. Even though there were already cooks, none respected him to the point of keeping food for him. He was used to this as long as his wife loved him, and he did too.

Jonathan spots a pregnancy test kit in the trash can and checks it out.

Surprisingly, it was indeed a pregnancy test kit. It indicated two lines. He was so excited, but he tried to keep his cool. Maybe it belonged to one of the servants.

"Jim!" He called. The head servant sluggishly walked to him.

"You called, Jonathan?" The man arrogantly answered back. He had every right to be arrogant. At least he graduated from college, and he served to gather money for his master's degree. Meanwhile, Jonathan barely finished high school.

Jim earned more than Jonathan. Jonathan was already used to this; he did not bother to start another argument with the workers.

"Do you know who owns this kit?" Jonathan asked, showing Jim.

"How should I know? I'm the head servant here. I earn more than you. If I spent my day inspecting trash cans, do you think I would be in this position?"

"You need to show me some respect!" Jonathan threatened.

"Or you'll report me to your wife?" Jim said with his breath. "Ask the cook. He may know who owns it."

As Jim said that, he walked away. Talking back at Jonathan has been Jim's hobby since he learned about Jonathan's financial status. He saw Jonathan as a freeloader, not hardworking enough to work for himself. He left even without being dismissed... Such was the life Jonathan was used to.

"Adam!" Jonathan called again. The cook arrived.

"Who owns this?" He asked, showing the cook.

"I'm guessing it's for the little Mrs Mayorga. She came down here for some smoothies. You can check the CCTV cameras if you want to clarify still." Adam also left without being dismissed.

At least he wasn't as arrogant as Jim. For a moment, Jonathan wondered why he didn't call Adam first.

With all excitement, he walked into his wife's room. He was now sure she was pregnant for him. Jonathan was delighted. With a child on the way, everyone will respect him more. Jonathan planned to work twice as hard, return to school, and find a lovely house for his wife and child.

Jonathan's excitement died down when he heard a male voice inside the room. He listened to his wife moaning softly for minutes. With anger, Jonathan walked towards the room but stopped at the door to listen to their conversation.

"OMG! That was so great," the male voice spoke.

"Yeah. I crave for some more!" His wife replied. Jonathan clenched his fists in anger.

"Sorry. I have to go. I'm sure Jonathan must be done with all the work I gave him by now. It's so hard dealing with an illiterate."

"Tell me about it. I want to get rid of him as fast as possible. His poverty disgusts me. I feel like throwing up every time he uses my shower."

"But he still makes you moan loudly at night, don't lie."

Jonathan recognized the voice, that of Kenny Lynch, his boss.

"You know when my father told me he had discovered a political strategy for him to become mayor, I thought it would be something nice. I didn't know I would have to suffer getting married to him. All for what? To prove to the press that he doesn't select between the poor?"

"Calm down, babe. It'll be over soon once Cardona wins the election. Then you can divorce the bastard, and we don't have to keep pretending. "

Jonathan was beyond heartbroken. He was an orphan, sure. He grew up in an orphanage, which he had to leave because he was growing up and slowly becoming a burden. He used to envy Mr. Cardona. Jonathan always thought of him as a role model. But now, this?

When he got the janitor job at Cardona's hotel, he was happy. Then he met Helen for the first time, walking to her father's office. He stood, watching her walk like a dumb guy. Cardona noticed this and promised him he'd get them close. He should have known from the very beginning that it was all a lie.

Jonathan was about to burst in when their following conversation interested him.

" I'm pregnant for him. I found out the sad news earlier today. That was one of the reasons I needed to see you. I can't keep doing this for my father. I need you to help me remove Jonathan immediately before it's too late."

"Why didn't you go on birth control?"

"I did... I mean, I still do. Maybe I mistook the dates or something. I know having an abortion is illegal, so I need your help to run it."

"I sell cars. I'm not a doctor."

"I'm not talking about the abortion. I'll handle that myself. I mean, how do we get rid of Jonathan?"

"I have an interesting idea that will not only benefit you and me but your father as well."

"You do?"

"Yes," Kenny assured. Now, Jonathan was curious as to what they wanted to say.

"A bunch of illiterate drug addicts burned down Lexington City Hall."

"And so?"

"So, we blame it on your husband."

"Call him Jonathan. I can't bear to hear the word husband!"

"Okay. What I'm saying is that we blame Jonathan. He gets arrested. Investigation begins on him, and we accuse him of embezzling the public funds - which your father will return safely into the public office. No doubt when everyone sees Cardona as a good person, they will vote him the mayor immediately."

"And then Jonathan goes to jail, and we all win. Kenny, you're a genius! That's why I love you. Kiss me..."

Out of rage, Jonathan bursts into the room, stopping their little love affair. His wife and Kenny were utterly naked. His wife's back on Kenny's chest. They were lying down like they were couples.

"What is going on in here?" Jonathan shouted.

Helen, already with a foolproof plan to get rid of Kenny, realizes she no longer has to pretend to like him.

"Didn't the orphanage teach you how to knock, dear husband?" She answers back, still on Kenny's chest.

"I come home from work and find my wife with another man, and you talk about manners? What kind of a wife are you?"

"Spare me those, please. This is my house, and I can do exactly what I want."

"I did everything for you. How could you betray me in such manners?"

"Wrong, Jonathan. My family did everything for you. We made you! You wear the clothes my father buys. You work as a sales guy in Kenny's company. You drive the car my father bought for you... A vehicle I used to use when I was in high school. What more do you want? "

" We got married, yet you bear your surname. You set conditions for the marriage. I had to even sign a prenup just for your sake. You don't know what it's like living daily like a freeloader! "

Kenny, now wearing something decent enough, decided to talk back.

"I pay you to work for me. You don't even have a single qualification. Your colleagues obtain master's degrees in marketing business management, yet I offer a high school dropout a junior position, and he isn't happy. "

" You shut your mouth, or else I'll make sure you leave this place without balls."

Kenny laughed.

" I have always been a faithful husband to you. I was convinced our love was so strong nothing could break it. "

" Love? You're so daft you don't know the difference between love and pretense. I am 22. I agreed to be my father's puppet for a year. I pretended to have feelings for you... We only used the little thing left out of you. I don't know if you're literate enough to understand that fact. "

" When you're done shedding your poor ass tears, you can leave the room. I wasn't done with Helen yet! " Kenny said, just to annoy Jonathan further. And it worked.

Jonathan grabbed a hold of Kenny's shirt, punching him severely.

" You messed with my wife! How dare you! " Jonathan shouted, punching Kenny in his jaws.

Helen, scared, screamed for help, and almost immediately, Cardona and his wife, Jane, stormed into the room.

" What is going on here? "

" Mum, Dad, Jonathan got violent and wanted to kill Kenny. "

" You shut up right there!" Jonathan demanded from his wife. " I was only showing... "

Before he could finish his sentence, Jane walked towards him, throwing her right palm on his face, causing a loud thud.

" How dare you speak to my daughter in that manner?"

" You think because we let you marry her, you can mistreat her? Who gave you that right? " Cardona asked, too, giving Jonathan his slap.

" I caught her in bed with this bastard! "

" So because you married her, you think you can control her social life? Aren't you even grateful we let you live here? Do I have to remind you how poverty-stricken you looked when you asked me for a job? If not for this family, you would've been raging the streets. "

Jonathan wanted to cry. He should've known that he did not belong in their family from the start.

" I married Helen. I have rights over her and..."

" Correction! " Jane cut him, "We let you marry our daughter, and you have no rights over her. You're not even considered an entire living thing, maybe an animal. You should be displayed in a zoo-World's best opportunistic freeloader. Look at yourself in the mirror, and what did you buy for yourself? That suit you're wearing, my husband used to wear that. You see those shoes, who gave them to you? "

As if that wasn't enough, Jane went to their wardrobe, throwing all his clothes down.

" I'm trying to search for one thing you own by yourself. Oh, wait, the money you used to get your underwear was given to you by Kenny. Yet you have the nerve to raise your hands at him? Can you compare yourself to him? Kenny owns an automobile company. You own only the thing between your legs. Even the servants earn more than you.

The only one who does not belong here is you. Read my lips, and you are nothing but a poor, needy, freeloading coward. I feel for my daughter. She had to bear with you for five months. I can't even understand the smell of your perfume... Smells filthy, just like you! "

A tear dropped from his eyes. He could hear the eves dropping servants laughing at him.

He turned to Cardona. At least, he may have some sympathy. He always used to respect him.

"Mr Cardona... I understand you're mad because of the way I treated your wife. But you need to understand my point of view. Your wife is being unnecessary and..."

Like a clap of thunder, he received yet another slap on his left cheek. His lips began to bleed immediately.

"When an animal refuses to listen to its master, he is flogged severally. Since you're no different from them, I'll do what every brilliant creature would. What made you think because I hired you to be the janitor, you had direct access to my heart? What made you think you could come to my house and demand respect? Can I go to your own house to... Oh wait, you don't have a house. The lion has its den, and the birds have a nest. What breed are you exactly?"

As Cardona said this, laughter arose from all the servants.

"You do not qualify to be termed human as you're clearly of the traits of an animal. Perhaps a feral being who escaped captivity - whatever you are. I let you work in my hotel, I let you marry my daughter, I told my son, Kenny, to hire you in his company, and I welcomed you into the house. You may have gotten all those privileges, but you do not have the right to disrespect my family. Leave this house immediately! Go, take your things away! "

" If I leave this house, I'll take my wife. " Jonathan said, grabbing hold of Helen. However, he was stopped by the Mayorga family and Kenny.

" Don't you dare take my child away from me! " Cardona threatened.

" Just as you do not want to be separated from your only daughter, I also don't want to lose my child. "

" What? " Jane exclaimed.

" Yes. Helen is bearing my child, and I will not separate from her!"

Immediately, Jane ran to Helen, who sat down tiredly, watching the show.

" Why didn't you use birth control? " Jane asked in low tones. It was as though the pregnancy was a disgrace.

" I was supposed to. I don't know how I missed the dates. "

" Don't worry, Helen and I will handle things from now on. " Kenny reassured Jane.

" You keep my wife's name out of your stupid mouth! " Jonathan demanded.

" From today henceforth, you do not have the right to call my daughter your wife. You have done enough damage to her. Did you even consider her first? A young girl of her age, with so much to do in this world: you then want to reduce her to nothing? Over my dead body! " Cardona said.

" But...but she's my wife. We got married by law. "

" You have any proof? Where are the marriage certificates? News flash: I burnt them. You were so foolish you didn't even notice. " Helen added.

" I have rights over this child."

"Hold on. Do you think because you got her pregnant, you can use the child to get our money?" Cardona asked.

"Are you so desperate for funds?" Jane added.

" I'm going to get married to Kenny. I can't stoop so low to your level. You have nothing. Daddy, throw him out of the house. I feel sick! "

Immediately, Jane called out for the security.

" You need us, ma'am? " The chief security, followed by Jim, answered. He was already by the door, listening to their conversation, along with all the other workers.

" Take his things and throw them away."

"You can't do this to me!" Jonathan tried to say. No one listened to him.

"Wait... Take only the things he owns, not the ones we provided." Cardona demanded. This caused a little bit of confusion because he never owned anything.

"Sorry, all that he wears belongs to your family. What do I do with them?"

"Take them and burn or share between yourselves. Don't even spare the ones he's putting on. Ensure he leaves this mansion with only the things he bought with his money, not Kenny's or mine. Failure to do that will cause your immediate dismissal." Cardona threatened.

Immediately, all the servants began throwing away Jonathan's things. One by one, everything he once owned was being burnt down. Jonathan pleaded to be left to go in peace, but the security wouldn't let him leave, as per Cardona's request.

In front of his eyes, his wristwatches, shoes, etc were taken away.

After the empty wardrobe, Jim turned to leave, but Cardona called him back.

"You're not done yet."

Confused, Jim answered,

"I believe all his things are being burnt right now, sir."

"He's still wearing the clothes I pay for," Kenny pointed out.

" No, no, no, no, no! You can't do this to me. I worked hard to get paid. " Jonathan defended. He was held firmly by about five security officials, so he could not do anything.

" Worked hard? You haven't made a single progress since I hired you. My employees complain daily about how unfair it is to work with an illiterate. They think I'm being picky with you. "

" That's a lie! I work twice as hard as any of them. I even go on their errands. "

" Great, you were helpful. I should have hired you to be the errand boy. Still, you wouldn't be able to wear that shirt... What are those? Gucci shoes? Can you even afford it? You're wearing a hand-me-down suit and Gucci shoes. I know you used at least three months' pay to get those. Why? You don't spend on anything else, not even on your dear wife! "

" Spare me those. Rip out those clothes out of his body and throw him out of here. Maybe you can dump him with his family in the trash truck. " Cardona demanded.

The servants bowed in obedience. They took Jonathan away, stripping him completely naked. Immediately, he was taken away to the amusement of any who saw him. They were convinced he had run mad because he kept pleading to be left alone.

Outside the mansion, he tried to cover himself with his bare hands, shivering as the dew droplets fell on him.

"Here!" Jim called, throwing him a pair of clothes and a blanket.

Jonathan turned back, wondering why Jim would want to help him.

"Wear these. It's cold out here. Plus, everyone's staring at you. Plus, go and never return here again for your own good." Jim walked back to the mansion, and Jonathan hurriedly wore the clothes.

Jonathan looks back at the Mayorga mansion one more time,

"I swear to everything on this earth, I will take my revenge on the Mayorga family. They will pay badly for everything they've done to me. They will forever regret this!"

He leaves right away to avoid more curious eyes.

Back at the mansion, a little confusion begins between the Mayorga family.

"With this, I don't think I'll be the mayor again. I'm sure the press must've heard of this." Cardona sighed, giving a sad look.

"And so? Would you have let that church rat ruin our daughter's life? We'll figure out another way for you to score more points from the press. " Jane replied.

" I already discussed this with Kenny, father. We know the perfect way to gain so many points you could even run for president. "