A Trillionaire’s Revenge

Bloody hell! I wanted to give her a befitting reply, but I couldn't. I needed to get an explanation from Luke first. I open the study, hoping to find him there, but he's nowhere to be found. I walk back and forth, trying to dial his number again. This time, there's no service on my phone, and out of frustration, I smash the phone on the floor. Realizing I must've scared my poor child, I caress my stomach as I move to pick the phone up. Suddenly, my mind goes back to the day I almost fainted here, in the study. I touch the spot where the phone fell, and I remember that I'd felt something there that day. There was something under the rug, under the floor. I move the rug out of the way, and like I assumed, there was indeed, something under the rug. A hidden compartment. I open it up and there's a box inside. I open the box and begin to go through it's content. Pictures of a family. Pictures of a young girl, probably around age 5 or 6. There's a few white papers inside and I open them to read. The contents of the paper renders me weak in the knees and makes bile rise to my throat. At this point, I knew I needed no explanation from Luke. Everything I'd seen in the box was enough explanation.

I'm seated at the bar, waiting for Luke to return from wherever he was. It was almost midnight. Aunt and Lydia had been up in my room, anxiously waiting for me.

Suddenly, I hear footsteps. They are lazy footsteps, and I can guess who they belong to. I get up, waiting for him to come closer and say the first word. He does.

"What are you still doing here?" He asks. I can smell the strong stench of alcohol oozing from him.

I get up, approaching him. "You know, I always wondered why a total stranger would coerce my family into doing his bidding. I hated you for it. I thought you were just wicked and probably taking advantage because somehow, you got control of our estate. You lied through your nose from the very first day."

He laughs sadistically, "Isn't it ironical? A liar accusing another of lying. You're pathetic."

"No, No. You are pathetic, you're the pathetic one for lying to my face all this time. If I was terrible for not telling you about Rocky then you're much much worse, horrible, eve for making me a pawn for your dirty revenge." I chuckle "Are you even human?!" I yell. I wanted to cry, weep and wail, but I couldn't let this monster see me break. My husband was indeed, a monster. The worst of the worst.

"All I did was love you!" He responds

"Shut your mouth." I state bitterly, and as though the universe is inline with my anger and pain, it begins to rain heavily just at that moment. "You planned it all. It was all planned, you had it all planned, I know. I know everything now. You targeted me, I was your target, right? I was the weak little prey, right? And I let myself be hunted by you!" I say, and immediately my eyes meet with his, my doubts are all cleared up. The shock on his face confirmed it all, even though I so badly wanted to believe his lies.

"All you ever did was torture me, you rapist." I say, as I move closer to him. "I always knew you were a dangerous man, but I didn't think that you'd be this evil an-and wicked. Even demons spare their own family, but you?"

everything was coming to an end. I hold my stomach as I

me? I never did anything to you, so why

completely zoned out, crying profusely. My thoughts are scattered, simultaneously thinking of my child, myself and

hear aunt call for me, panic evident in her voice. She arrives,

. Father. . ." She says, her face filled with sadness. I get up immediately. "What happened to dad? He mustn't find

He—he knows already!" She turns to Luke, "Control that wild woman of yours, Luke. Please! She's caused so much

and that girl blurted our everything to him!

no. Oh, no, aunt. It's all my fault." I weep. I turn to face Luke who's quiet. I glare at him, hoping he can see the accusatory look I

grabbing my hand. "I can explain, it's all a misunderstanding—whatever you saw, I didn't go through with

to me ever again. I have no interest in listening to whatever you have to say.

my father now!" I say to aunt Ruth. As we rush, I pause for a moment. I turn back to face him, "I'll leave with only the things I came with." I say,

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in a hurry." I say, as I look around for things I might've brought with me.

wait for your car

"I already have

it home