A Trillionaire’s Revenge

Judith's POV

"Did Carrington send you?" I ask, as soon as Natalie leaves the room.

"Yes. I'll get straight to the point. Mr. Carrington has decided that if your daughter doesn't agree to marry him within the next 24 hours, he'll go public with something that will hurt not only your family, but will make you land in prison."

"The docks, 2003." The man states, and I lose my balance for a second. It was a secret no one could ever know. It was a secret my husband and I had to die with.

"She'll do it." I respond as fast as I can.

"Here," He brings out some documents and hands them over to me. I take them. He continues, "This states that she will not withdraw after giving her consent, neither will she ask for a divorce. Mr. Carrington will be the only one capable of asking for a divorce."

"She'll sign it." I respond, still trembling in fear. "I'll be back."

**

As I step out of the room, I exhale, a million things going through my mind. "Should I tell Francis?" I ponder, trying to think of what to do. If I told him, his condition could worsen. There was no money yet. "No, no."

I rush down the hallway, and enter the guest bedroom there. Thankfully, no one saw me. I search through the room until I find a pen. I waste no time signing the document. I'd just forged my daughter's signature. Natalie could never find out the truth about what happened that night.

I clean my eyes as I hear a soft knock on the door. "Come in." I begin to sob uncontrollably, as I see Aunt Ruth. "Aunt."

Ruth hugs me in

to marry that man, but I love Rocky, aunt."

your mother already signed the

what is written in that document, not only you, but myself and your sick father will be sued for breach of contract.

would be understatement of how I feel about you right now,

your daughter who's barely a woman and you're trying to force her into something so

her getting married. She can make babies already I'm sure you know that because you two are fine keeping secrets." She looks at Natalie, "I know

me have sex with

to exchange words with you, young lady and you better learn to respect me. You have until

***

well. .

okay?

replies, "Well, the hospital just called and Mrs. Judith has left for the hospital. I think something happened to your father. . ." She responds in her thick Russian

I whisper as I break down. I get up, and think of what to do.

******

looking for my father, Francis Richardson." I ask

replies. I rush there as fast as I can. My mother is seated

"Mother, what happened?"