A Trillionaire’s Revenge

The time Lucas gave me to leave the manor was almost up, but I had one last trick up my sleeve. Wearing my lingerie and night robe, I adjust my ring. I wanted to make Luke remember our bond—what we shared, physically, emotionally and sexually. This was the only way I knew how to. I leave my bedroom, with aunt Ruth and Lydia rooting for me.

I enter Luke's room. It was my second time being in his bedroom. I'd never gone there before, because we mainly made use of my bedroom and the study. I was always curious about his room, but never thought to satiate my curiosity.

The room is too dark. I can still see, but it is extremely dark. His room is huge, way bigger than mine. The room is almost empty, except for the bed, a few paintings I recognize as Van Gogh's. There stood a tall library by the far corner of the room. I move there. I don't have the time to carry out an inspection, I just needed to find Luke. I take out my phone and dial his number, and as I do so, it rings, but he doesn't pick. I try again, and he doesn't pick. Luke was a business man, always with his phone, so if he wasn't taking my calls, it was definitely intentional. I needed to convince him that I had nothing to do with Rocky. I needed to save my marriage.

sigh, as I slowly kneel in defeat. My hand hits something on the shelf and I turn back, as I hear a loud noise. The library had opened up in half, a secret passage. I gasp, as I'd never

my father, pictures of me hanging out with my friends—why where there so many pictures of me? I go over to a board that's covered with a cloth. I remove the cloth and instinctively, my left hand goes over my mouth immediately. The board is labeled with 'Targets',

explanation for everything I'd just seen in my head, but I so badly wanted to give Luke the benefit of doubt. He would