13 Meeting Hudson

That evening while he paced around the room aimlessly, he heard footsteps approaching his room.

He had already gotten used to the times when he would be fed and given treatments but this was an odd time for him.

Staring at the door as it opened up, a matured man with a cane came in.

"Hello Greg," the man smiled, closing the door behind him. Greg watched the old man walk across the room before settling into a seat by the window. "It's been a long time."

He didn't know who the old man was but it seemed like the old man knew who he was.

The man had a familiar face but he could not pinpoint where he had seen him before.

"You don't remember me, but I do," the man went on, taking his time to glance around the room. "I am your uncle." 

"What?" Gasped the shocked man who could only sit on the bed with shaky limbs. How was this possible? He thought within himself. How had his uncle found him? Was this man even telling the truth? Isn't his uncle dead? 

Shaking his head from those thoughts, he decided to focus on what the man was saying. He looked extremely rich from the label the suit he had on was made from. 

"I am your father's twin, and my name is Hudson," the man went on. "My father casted me aside, favoring my twin brother over me, who's your father… while, I was cashed aside and left to suffer."

Greg's eyes widened in shock. To hear a story so similar to his own predicament, left him bewildered. 

"Your grandfather had a thing for only picking the stronger and fiercer one out of a set of twins before casting the other one aside. We both share the same fate."

"Which is?" asked Greg, curious to know what it was. He knew he had nothing in common with the old man before him, aside their sob stories, perhaps. Because, this man looked like he was made of money, and that's something Greg has never been able to relate to in ages.

Apart from the both of them being twins and being banished, that was where the resemblance ended.

Greg was weak, poor and a mailman when compared to this man who looked powerful and rich enough to own his own corporation.

"We don't give up easily. Our spirits are hard to break, and that is why we are more alike than you think," the man explained, shattering Greg's thoughts. 

"Which is why I have decided to prove my family wrong through you. I will show them that the lesser, banished twins can be extraordinary as well."

It took everything in Greg's disposal to not laugh at the man's words. 

He had been beaten, called weak, disgraced, spat on and pushed out to sleep on the cold ground more times than he can count. 

There was no coming back from that. 

How was he extraordinary when he knew what poverty and pain tasted like?

This man is rich, that's why he was rambling on and on about a fantasy where he could go up against his grandfather. Greg knew he was not cut from the same cloth as this man here. 

He was different.

He knows he's pathetic, and a disgrace. 

"How are you going to do that?" Greg went ahead to ask, curious to know how he was going to become extraordinary. 

"By making you the heir to my wealth." Hudson responded without missing a beat.

Greg had not seen that coming and it shocked him even more.

Was this man mad?! Did he think this was some sort of joke?

The man seemed to understand Greg's dilemma, for he tossed a pebble to the young man, shaking him out of his thoughts.

"Back to earth, Greg. It is very important that you listen to this other bit."

"Sure thing sir," Greg wearily responded. 

"After I had been banished from the family, I wanted to prove my father wrong. So, I began to work really hard until I made a name for myself underground."

The man paused his story to hack a cough and when he was okay, he commenced his narration.

"Now, as you can see, I am no longer as young as I used to be, which is why I need you. I am going to help you out, and you're going to help me. Together, we would take revenge on everyone who had once walked over us… with you walking in the frontline."

This was a plot twist. He had so many people who had walked over him, starting with Damien and Petra to her grandmother. He was going to make sure they all had a taste of their own medicine.

How was he going to make them pay? He could bring up some crafty ideas while executing his plan but he knew they were going to pay in the end.

Greg had not seen this coming and it overwhelmed him. This was going to be his new life. He couldn't wait to get involved.

However one thing bothered him, why had the man taken this long to reach out to him? It had cost him his relationship, his self respect and dignity.

Maybe if Petra had known he was rich, she would have been nicer to him. She looked like a gold digger, after all.

"Why did you not come for me sooner?" he asked the man, angry at all the troubles he had undergone when he could have been living the life of luxury.

"I apologize. I had no idea you were miserable in your in-laws house."

Terrible excuse, scoffed Greg. He was sure he had been the talk of the town after Petra's grandmother's birthday.

***

"You see, Petra's grandfather owed me a big favor and I decided to cash it out by asking him to take you off the street. I also asked him to implement the marriage between you and Petra."

This new bit of information hit Greg like a thunderbolt. Why hadn't Petra's grandfather told him all of this?

"I knew when you were cast out, but because you were not ready at the time, I decided to keep you in Petra's family. I had no idea you were being mistreated there, but now I am convinced that you are ready to take the big step."

Greg started to look back at how his life had taken a big turn. From starving and being beaten to being appointed as an heir to the wealth his uncle has. How the tables had turned.