Nightmare Revenge

"I'm home," a man called out as he walked into his house. "Daddy!" screamed a five-year-old girl, full of excitement. She immediately ran, her face beaming, arms outstretched as if she couldn't wait to hug her father. Seeing his little girl approach with a wide smile, the man knelt down and opened his arms.

"Hup!"

He scooped up the little girl who had run and jumped into his embrace. He stood up and walked into the living room, carrying his daughter. When he turned to the dining table, he saw a beautiful woman placing a plate of what looked like delicious food on the table. The woman looked at him and smiled.

"Daddy's home?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'm home," the man replied, extending an arm.

The woman, with a joyful smile on her face, stepped closer to the man. She hugged his waist, and he gently put his arm around her. Their lips met in a quick, brief kiss. After that, they released their hug, and the woman smiled broadly, looking at the little girl.

"Today we celebrate Daddy's 32nd birthday, yay!" the woman exclaimed enthusiastically, making the little girl in the man's arms cheer happily.

"Yaaay! Happy birthday, Daddy!" the little girl screamed, hugging her father's neck.

"Haha, thank you, Mama, Laila," the man said.

They ate together, and it was clear they were very happy. Later that night, after putting Laila to bed in her room, the man gently stroked her head and kissed her forehead.

"Sweet dreams, little one," the man murmured.

He stood up and walked out of his daughter's room towards the next room, which was his own. When he opened the door, he saw his wife already waiting, wearing a very thin lingerie with no undergarments. The man smiled, seeing his wife welcome him, kneeling on the bed with her arms outstretched.

"A gift from Mommy for Daddy, hehe," his wife giggled.

The man immediately sat on the edge of the bed and turned, hugging his wife, who embraced him back from the side. After that, the battle began.

"Aah,"

Sighs and moans echoed in the room, breaking the night's silence. The wife looked incredibly happy and kept staring at her husband, who also looked very happy. After the hot "battle" that depleted several fully inflated balloons, they both lay on their sides on the bed, facing each other.

"Daddy, I'm sorry, I really didn't want to ruin the mood, but someone delivered this this afternoon," his wife said, taking an envelope from under her pillow.

The man took the envelope and opened it. His eyes widened when he saw the contents: a bill for a truly staggering amount of debt from an unknown lending company, whether legal or not. The man's brow furrowed as he read it, because the name on the bill was his: Dean Ross, and there were no details about the debt.

"Wait, I don't remember ever borrowing from this company, and why is the amount so huge?" Dean asked.

"I don't know, Dad. They just suddenly came looking for you, and when I told them you were at the office, they asked for your office address. But I didn't give it to them, and they left this letter for you," his wife explained.

Dean saw the slightly frightened look on his wife's face. He folded the letter, put it back in the envelope, and placed it on the table.

"I'll try to investigate this tomorrow," Dean said with a smile.

"Yes, Dad. Don't let them come again, they were truly terrifying," his wife urged.

"I'm sorry, honey, that you're going through this because of me," Dean said, hugging his wife.

******

The next day, bright and early at the office, "Click," Dean opened his office door. He saw many employees already there and starting work. Suddenly, "Good morning, Mr. Dean," greeted a female employee.

"Yes, good morning," Dean replied.

Dean walked in, wearing his suit, tie, and slacks, looking prestigious despite his rather average face. All the employees he passed greeted him, and of course, Dean greeted them back with a friendly smile. He entered his own office and walked to his desk. He looked at his desk; there was a plaque on it that read "Director."

Dean sat in his chair. His hand reached into his jacket and pulled out the letter his wife had given him last night. He read its contents again, resting his hand on his chin and furrowing his brow. Then he pressed the intercom.

"Sil, can you come to my office now?" Dean asked.

After that, he leaned back in his chair and placed the letter on his desk. "Click," the office door opened, and a beautiful and sexy woman wearing glasses walked in.

"What's up, sir?" the woman asked.

"Silvia, can you find out about this company? And if it's legal, please ask if we can get the details of the debt," Dean replied, handing the letter to Silvia.

"Oh, okay, sir. What is this, anyway?" Silvia asked.

"This is a personal matter, and if possible, please don't let anyone else know," Dean said.

"Understood, sir. I'll try to investigate. And I've already updated your schedule for this afternoon via email, sir," Silvia replied, holding her glasses and seemingly staring at the envelope.

"Alright, thank you, Silvia," Dean said with a smile.

"You're welcome, sir," Silvia replied, smiling back.

After Silvia left, Dean spun his chair around and opened the blinds in front of him. He looked out the window at the city in the morning, lost in thought.

"Who would take out a loan using my name?" Dean wondered to himself.

******

Two months later, on a Sunday, "Slam!" Dean turned to see his wife banging on the table, her face absolutely furious.

"Honey, I told you to deal with that debt problem and not to let them come again! But why are they still coming? They even picked up Laila as if they wanted to take her with them! I'm really scared and look, why has the amount actually increased instead of decreased?" his wife demanded, shoving a piece of paper in front of Dean.

Dean was utterly shocked, because his debt had nearly doubled in just two months. Dean put the paper on the table and rubbed his head. He turned to his wife.

"Honey, I've investigated the company, and it turns out it's illegal. I'm reporting them to the police, so please be patient," Dean said.

"How can I be patient? Imagine if you saw our own child about to be taken away. Besides, their eyes, when they look at me, it's like they're undressing me with their gaze. They've been coming almost every day for these past two months, and it's really stressing me out!" his wife screamed.

"I understand. I'm asking you to be patient for a bit. The police haven't given me any news yet. Just hold on—"

"Slam!" Before Dean could finish speaking, his wife slammed the table again. Her face was flushed red and she looked truly enraged.

"Police... police... why don't you just pay the money? Solve it, and the problem goes away!" his wife yelled.

"Laura, you know the amount is huge. All our savings will be gone if we force ourselves to pay it off. We have to think about Laila's future," Dean said.

"Huh! You care more about money than our child being taken as ransom? Don't you think? Money can be earned, you're a director! If I have to, I'll work again or start a business to help you. We're in danger, don't you get it?!" Laura screamed.

Dean just stayed silent, letting Laura yell at him with full intensity. But eventually, his head started throbbing from his wife's endless ranting beside him. When his emotions reached their peak, "Slam!" Dean stood up, banging the table, his face red, staring intensely at his wife. He unleashed his emotions directly at her.

"I said be patient, just be patient! It's Sunday, I want to rest!" Dean yelled back at Laura.

Laura gasped, stunned. Tears welled up in her eyes, seeing Dean stare at her with wide, sharp eyes, his hands clenched into fists in front of him. Laura took a breath and wiped her tears.

"Fine. If that's what you want, I'll be patient. But I can't stay here anymore. I've told you everything, and you've ignored me. I'm going back to my parents' house with Laila today, and after that, we'll sort out our divorce," Laura said.

"Huh! What did you say? Divorce? Just because of this you want a divorce from me?!" Dean yelled, crushing the paper in his hand and waving it in Laura's face.

"Pay up, solve the problem! You don't understand what Laila and I go through every day! Every day Laila and I are terrorized! You don't feel how scared Laila and I are in this house! I tried to tell you and convince you, but instead, you asked me to be patient and yelled at me! I'm leaving right now, goodbye!" Laura said, turning away.

"Hey, wait... Laura!" Dean yelled, feeling his wife turning her back on him so abruptly, his emotions still at their peak.

But Laura kept walking into the room. A moment later, she came out, neatly dressed and pulling a suitcase. Then she went into Laila's room and carried Laila out. Dean chased after Laura, who was carrying Laila.

"Hey, what is this?!" Dean shouted, seeing his child being taken away and grabbing his wife's shoulder.

"Say bye-bye to Daddy," Laura told her daughter, Laila, shaking her shoulder to free herself from Dean.

"Bye-bye, Daddy," Laila said, opening her palm and waving it.

"Clap!" Without a glance at Dean, Laura left with Laila and simply walked away. "Wham!" Dean punched the wall beside him, furious that Laura hadn't listened to him.