The first few days in my new temple villa were a mix of tranquility and uncertainty. The serene gardens and elegant architecture provided a stark contrast to the oppressive atmosphere of my in-laws' villa. The peaceful surroundings allowed me to reflect and plan my next steps, but there was still a part of me that felt unmoored, drifting in a sea of unresolved questions.

One thing was certain: I needed a car. The freedom to move around without relying on public transportation or enduring the disdain of others was essential. With this in mind, I decided to head to the nearest BMW dealership, hoping to find a vehicle that would suit my needs.

As I entered the dealership, the sleek, polished interior and the gleaming cars on display reminded me of a world I had never fully belonged to. The salesmen glanced at me with a mixture of curiosity and disdain, their eyes flicking over my disheveled appearance. It was clear they recognized me – the infamous live-in son-in-law who had somehow managed to escape the clutches of Brenda and Eleanor.

A salesman, tall and thin with slicked-back hair and a smug expression, approached me. "Can I help you?" he asked, his tone dripping with condescension.

"I'm here to buy a car," I said, keeping my voice steady and calm.

The salesman's eyebrows shot up, and he smirked. "Really? And what kind of car are you looking for?"

I glanced around the showroom, my eyes landing on a sleek, black BMW M8. "That one," I said, pointing to the car.

The salesman chuckled, shaking his head. "That car costs over a hundred thousand dollars. Are you sure you can afford it?"

I met his gaze, my expression cold and detached. "Yes, I'm sure."

He rolled his eyes and gestured for me to follow him. "Fine, let's get the paperwork started."

As we walked towards his desk, I could feel the stares of the other salesmen and customers, their eyes filled with disdain and amusement. The salesman sat down behind his desk and began typing on his computer, a smirk still playing on his lips.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" he asked, his tone mocking. "I wouldn't want you to embarrass yourself."

I ignored his comment and pulled out my bank card, placing it on the desk in front of him. "Run the card," I said, my voice steady.

He picked up the card, examining it with a skeptical eye. "We'll see about that," he muttered, swiping it through the machine.

As he waited for the transaction to process, the smirk on his face slowly faded, replaced by a look of confusion and frustration. The machine beeped, indicating that the card had been declined. He looked up at me, his eyes filled with smug satisfaction.

"Looks like your card didn't go through," he said, leaning back in his chair. "Maybe you should try somewhere else."

A surge of anger and frustration welled up within me, but I forced myself to stay calm. I stood up, meeting his gaze with a cold, detached expression. "I'll take my business elsewhere," I said, my voice low and firm.

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Without another word, I turned and walked out of the dealership, the stares of the other salesmen and customers burning into my back. As I stepped outside, the cool air hit my face, helping to clear my mind. I glanced across the street and saw the Lamborghini dealership, its sleek, modern exterior a stark contrast to the pretentiousness of the BMW dealership.

With renewed determination, I crossed the street and entered the Lamborghini dealership. The interior was even more impressive than the BMW dealership, with gleaming cars on display and a sense of opulence that was almost overwhelming.

A young woman with a warm smile approached me. "Good morning, sir. How can I help you today?"

"I'm looking to buy a car," I said, my voice steady.

Her smile widened, and she gestured for me to follow her. "Of course. Please, come with me."

She led me to a section of the showroom where the most expensive models were displayed. My eyes were immediately drawn to a stunning Lamborghini Veneno, its sleek lines and powerful stance exuding an aura of raw power and luxury.

"This is our most expensive model," the saleswoman said, her voice filled with pride. "The Lamborghini Veneno, priced at four million five hundred thousand dollars."

I nodded, my heart pounding with excitement. "I'll take it."

The saleswoman's eyes widened with surprise, but she quickly regained her composure. "Of course, sir. Let's get the paperwork started."

As she led me to her desk, I could feel the eyes of the other salesmen and customers on me, their expressions a mix of curiosity and admiration. The saleswoman efficiently processed the paperwork, her professionalism and warmth a stark contrast to the condescension I had faced at the BMW dealership.

When the paperwork was complete, I handed her my bank card. She swiped it through the machine, and after a few tense moments, the transaction was approved with a satisfying ding. She smiled, handing me the keys to the Lamborghini Veneno.

"Congratulations, sir. Enjoy your new car."

I nodded, taking the keys from her hand. "Thank you," I said, my voice filled with gratitude.

As I turned to leave, the door of the dealership opened, and Clara walked in, her eyes widening with shock as she saw me. "David?" she said, her voice filled with disbelief. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm buying a car," I said, my voice cold and detached.

Clara's face twisted with anger and contempt. "You? Buying a Lamborghini? Don't make me laugh. You're just a worthless son-in-law."

I met her gaze, my expression unyielding. "Would you like to make a bet?" I asked, my voice steady. "If I can purchase this car, you'll kneel down and call me father."

Clara's face turned red with fury, but she nodded. "Fine. But when you can't pay, you'll leave this dealership and never come back."

The saleswoman ran my card, and the room was filled with a tense silence. Finally, there was a ding, indicating the completion of the purchase. I turned to Clara, my heart pounding.

"Are you a woman of your word?" I asked, my voice cold. "Will you get down on your knees now, or will you need help?"

Clara's face contorted with rage, and she began screaming and throwing a temper tantrum. "This can't be! You're lying! This is impossible!"

Ignoring her outburst, I turned to the saleswoman and took the keys from her hand. "Thank you," I said, my voice filled with gratitude. "You've been very helpful."

She smiled, her eyes sparkling with admiration. "Congratulations, David. Enjoy your new car."

I nodded and walked out of the dealership, the keys to my new Lamborghini Veneno clutched tightly in my hand. My heart was pounding with excitement and disbelief. I had done it. I had taken control of my life and found a way to break free from the constant abuse and derision.

As I drove out of the lot, the powerful engine of the Lamborghini roaring beneath me, I glanced back at the BMW dealership. The entire sales department stood outside, their faces filled with rage and regret. They cursed their narrow-sightedness, realizing too late the mistake they had made.

The streets blurred past me as I drove, the feeling of freedom and exhilaration overwhelming. The Lamborghini Veneno handled like a dream, its sleek lines and powerful engine a perfect match for the new life I was building.

When I arrived at my temple villa, I parked the Lamborghini in the driveway, its presence a testament to the incredible turn of events. I walked through the serene gardens and into the elegant architecture, feeling a sense of calm and peace wash over me.