Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 49114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
There’s a time and place for everything and I’m disciplined enough to hold onto my self-control until it was time to let that shit run its course. So no matter how I wanted to shed their blood every minute of every day, I withstood the temptation.
I didn’t answer him as I turned my attention back to the window, all the while hoping my disgust didn’t show. That I could at least get through the next few minutes without going for the jugular.
There she is, the gold digging serpent. She looked up at the house with that ever-present smirk on her face. The one I plan to wipe off the first chance I get.
Keep smirking bitch, and be glad I’m going to stop at outright killing you and leaving you in an alley for wild dogs to feed on. It was only fitting for the Jezebel who’d infiltrated our lives and turned them upside down.
But death’s too good for her anyway. I want her to suffer. Her and everything she loves. And the stupid bitch had brought her eighteen-year old daughter into my lair. I didn’t have to go hunt her down on my own.
Now I was the one wearing a secret smirk. Until I remembered those feelings! I shook them off again, they had no place here and I will not be deterred by something as infantile as lust.
Still I had a hard time getting my mind back on track. Each time I tried that spark of innocence I’d seen intruded and confused my hate filled mind.
So I went back, way back. Back to when the seed was first planted. Back to when I’d decided to totally and completely destroy everyone who’d had a hand in hurting my mother.
At first, when it had all gone down, I’d distanced myself from the old man. I’d cut him out of my life as cleanly and harshly as he had my mother. Something I knew would hurt him to the core.
If there was one thing I was sure of, it was his love for me. Too bad for him when he fucked my mother over he became dead to me. It took all my self-control these days just to be in the same room with him and not show it.
It was mom who’d scolded me. This woman with the soft heart that had been torn to pieces had berated me for turning my back on my father when he was at his most vulnerable. Those had been her exact words, and to this day I can never understand her humility.
In the world I live and play in if you’re not fast enough you get mowed out of the way. Isn’t it always that way with the moneyed and the privileged?
But this woman even after her many years spent moving in those same circles had still held onto her ethics and principles. An amazing feat if there ever was one.
Her character was without blemish. Even at her worst, when her world was crumbling down around her, she never lost her composure, or her sense of self.
And most of all, she never stopped giving love, even when the love she’d nurtured with her husband for those thirty-five years had been so carelessly destroyed. When she’d been so callously cast aside like offal. And, that is why I will make them all pay for fucking with her.
But mom was right, though she didn’t know why I’d finally given in to her pleas to make peace with the old man. It’s because after careful thought and planning, I knew that I could do more harm if I stayed close to him than I could if I severed all ties as I had in the beginning.
So I went about fixing things to my satisfaction, all the while plotting the destruction of the only human being I’d ever genuinely despised. The old man I’ll deal with in other ways. But the woman he chose over my mother will feel the full force and brunt of my wrath.
That was the plan, and all was going well until about roughly five minutes ago. I woke up this morning with new purpose and only one thing on my mind. My blood was up and my concentration sharp. I hadn’t been this focused on anything outside the business world since I became a man.
Then I watched as the pariah walked towards my family home, and that’s when I saw her. The daughter I’d heard so much about in the last few days but had never seen, until now.
I had no way of knowing if the girl was the same she-wolf as her mother. There hadn’t been enough time to look into her once her existence became known. All I know is that the sight of her getting out of the car had stirred something in me.