My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation-Chapter 314: Sentencing My Father

(Karsten)

That voice. That fucking voice.

How could I ever forget that voice?

My head whipped in the direction of where his voice had come and I froze.

The anger and disgust made me see nothing but red in that instant.

I felt Rahsir shoot past me and off the stage, making me regain some composure.

"Rahsir, wait," I called my brother back before he did something horrendous.

If anyone hated this man more than I, it was Rahsir.

His anger and resentment were beyond mine for this man we had for a ’father.’

How was he here?

How did he even get in?

The bastard was in jail, last time I checked...

Was it already 25-plus years?

My gaze turned to a very confused Arata. My hands shifted to her face as I softly said, "Wait here."

She nodded in understanding, not asking questions but showing patience.

Another reason, I loved her.

I climbed down the stage and saw Ma staring at the man she thought was the love of her life in a shocked state.

Arata’s parents had left their seats as well and were eyeing him with hatred and distaste so clearly visible on their faces.

Hearing my words, Rahsir had halted a few feet from our father. His hands fisted as if ready to punch Preston. His face was nothing but a concoction of revulsion and rage.

The guests were murmuring to each other and my guards had gone on alert, seeing Preston’s arrival had caused a stir and paused the ceremony.

I was going to have words with them later, but for now, I needed to deal with this man.

"How dare you?" Rahsir hissed at him.

Preston appeared surprised at Rahsir’s tone.

I placed my hand on my brother’s shoulder and squeezed.

"Leave him to me."

Quietly I walked over to the man I hated with every instinct my body held. He was slightly shorter than I, almost the same height as Rahsir.

The jail hadn’t been kind to him and he appeared older than his age. Balding head with patches of white hair and a white beard. Sunken eyes and stooped shoulders.

I shoved my hands in my pants pockets, nipping the urge to punch him.

"Walk with me, I don’t want to create a scene in front of the guests."

He opened his mouth to say something, but I sent him a glare, shutting him up.

Hades was already by my side. I motioned with my eyes and he walked him out.

"Keep everyone calm here. I will be right back," I instructed Rahsir. His lips formed a thin flat line of displeasure, but he gave me a small nod.

Once we were out of earshot of the guests, I had Hades take him to a spare room.

"Leave us and make sure, no one else has followed him inside. Take a thorough check of the security. I will have a talk with all of you later," I ordered with a glare.

Hades quickly nodded before leaving the room and shutting the door behind him.

I turned to face Preston, with a blank expression on my face. Firstly, I eyed him as if he were a speck of sand.

Minuscule and unimportant.

I asked. "How did you get in?"

A wounded smile remained on his lips seeing my expressions. I emitted zero emotions. Only Arata had the key to unlock that part of me, where I brought forward my emotionally vulnerable self.

For others, especially people like this man, I could turn into a remorseless tyrant.

"Karsten, I am your father..." he breathed out in an emotional voice as if it would somehow affect me.

"You are not. I don’t have a father. Answer the question." My tone hardened.

As if my words had physically hurt him, his face fell further.

"I stole someone’s invitation. I just wanted to see you on your big day." He took a small step towards me and I took two back.

"You have some fucking nerve coming here, thinking we want anything to do with you. If it had been in my hands, I would have left you to rot in that prison cell until your sorry last breath escaped you."

I knew exactly why he was here. His family was resourceful and they must have learnt who I was marrying.

Since Zyair Kincaid was the one who had made the most effort to put behind bars, Preston now wanted to rub it into their faces that he was out, and I was his son; they were marrying their daughter off, too.

He wasn’t here because he cared for me, he was here to create chaos. The nerve of this man. But he didn’t yet know the level of heartlessness I possessed.

He shook his head as if drenched in remorse. "No, please. Give me a chance. I have changed. I have spent 25 years in prison. Don’t you think that’s enough punishment for me?"

A derisive snort left me as I shook my head and placed my right hand inside my pants pocket. I had spent an entire lifetime ensuring I didn’t turn up like this psycho.

Kept myself away from love, away from relationships because I didn’t trust myself.

"You and change? People like you never change. They are like those rotten guavas which appear so deliciously green from the outside but are filled with maggots on the inside." The anger was like a whirlwind inside me. Building rapidly. "Never in a million years will I let anyone I love and hold dear come in contact with the likes of you. No punishment is enough for a man like you."

Fake tears welled up in his eyes but I still didn’t see any remorse.

Nothing, absolutely nothing I felt for this man except hatred.

"No, Karsten...you are my son."

I was done with his drama. So, dragging a deep breath, I stared down at him, like a poisonous insect I was about to stomp on.

"I am not your son and you have already ruined my mood and the most important day of my life. You trespassed on my property and tried to disrupt the lives of people I actually love and cherish. For that I sentence you to rot in the dungeon I keep for the likes of you."

His face split, from agonised to stunned and then to horror.

I didn’t care.

"Guards!" I called out, tapping my shoe on the floor. He fell to his knees and tried to touch my feet in a plea.

"Don’t, I am your father. Just think for a second."

I made myself back away another step before darkly laughing.

"I hope you burn in hell and feel the misery of every victim."

The guards arrived and dragged him away as he begged and cried. But my hardened heart had no place for people like him.

Anyone who would dare to even think of harming my family would be dealt with in the exact same way.

I now had my wife to return to. My mood was ruined but I knew she would cheer me up.

With heavy steps, I made my way back to people I cared about.

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