Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 142764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
My skin is clammy when I arrive at the house, and I wipe my hands on my dress pants. I hate what I’m about to do, but I remind myself that this is the last time I’ll ever have to play his warped games. This is the last time I ever bow to him. The house is quiet, almost eerily and when I reach my father’s office, I see his guards missing from their usual posts.
He’s sitting behind his desk, a glass of whiskey in his hand instead of the entire bottle like the time before. I shudder at the memory. I hate being here in his presence.
“I’m glad you’ve finally decided to see things my way.”
“Well, I realized tonight at dinner that no matter what I do, I’ll never get her to agree to marry me. Knowing that, I knew there was no reason to wait.”
The smile that twists his lips is depraved. “I can’t wait to see the look on Sebastian’s face when he realizes his whore of a sister married you. Once we get rid of both of them and inherit the family assets, you’ll be free to find any woman you want.”
I force myself not to react to his horrible words. The way he talks about disposing of them as if they aren’t real living, fucking people.
“What’s the plan?” I grit out.
His eyes narrow, and it looks like he’s trying to look through me, to find any holes in my exterior so he can rip me open. Easing out of his chair, he walks around his desk, stopping a few feet in front of me.
“I thought you would’ve come up with a plan. It is your wedding day after all.”
“If I had it my way, I’d drug her, bring her to the house, and have everything finished before she wakes up so I don’t have to deal with her struggling or fighting.”
“Maybe you are more like me than I thought.” He smiles and tugs something out of his pocket, extending his hand out to me.
Internally cringing, I open my hand and take the small syringe with a needle attached to it. Then I look up at him. “What’s in it?”
“Midazolam. It's a preoperative sedative and should make her lucid enough to agree but not enough to be combative.”
“Is it safe?” I cock a brow in question.
He shrugs. “Depends on how much you give her. Too much and she’ll stop breathing on her own. Not enough and we'll have to use other methods to keep her quiet.”
My stomach churns at the thought of him touching her or being near her. There's no other way, though. Hopefully, she’ll be knocked out long enough for me to get the job done. “Okay, I’ll make sure I give her enough.”
“Good, just don’t kill her. Not yet. I need to get her signature on the marriage certificate first, and then we can figure out how we’ll get rid of her and her brother.”
“No worries.” I swallow around the anxiety clawing up my throat, pushing it down as far as I can. Even the briefest hint of weakness and he’ll jump on it.
“I’m glad you decided to see things my way. It’s a shame it took this long…”
“I thought Sebastian was my friend, and I thought I loved Bel. Turns out, it wasn’t love. It wasn’t anything. It needs to be taken care of.”
“Love is a fickle thing. It’s much easier to fuck and leave them instead.”
“I’ll make her regret ever crossing paths with me.” I grit my teeth, ensuring he can see the venom behind my words.
“By the time we’re done with them, regret will be the only thing they can focus on. I promise you that. Now get out. I’ll have it all in order for you tomorrow. You can thank me later.” He motions at the door, the whiskey in his glass sloshing up the side.
I don’t wait for him to tell me again. I’m out of his office in a flash. It will take every last ounce of courage to get this done, but once finished, it will be worth it. Bel will be safe. My mother will be safe. Everything will be as it was always supposed to be.
30
BEL
The following morning, I roll over in bed, wondering if the events from the night before really happened or if they were a dream. It was the most fun I’d had in a long time, and our date showed me that I had already forgiven Drew for what happened. I was simply afraid and using that fear as a crutch.
Now, my biggest concern isn’t that fear alone; it is a fear of a different type. A fear for Drew and Sebastian and what might happen to one or both of them if they decide to go through with this plan. I know I said I didn’t want to know anything, and I still really don’t want to know, but standing by and letting them go through with it without trying to give them other ideas or stop them seems stupid.