Page 75 of The Revenge Plan

“Apologize to my fucking wife, you weasel.”

“Fuck you!”

He twisted further, “I said apologize.” Bryce screamed then said, “Fine. I’m sorry.”

“Not good enough.” Caiden swerved him so he was facing me, “Nicely, this time.”

Bryce was sweating and groaning. He looked like he had run a few miles. “I’m sorry, Hailey.”

Satisfied, Caiden let go of his hand. He took mine and said, “let’s get out of here.”

“No,” I gently let go of him, “I want to know what got him so worked up,” I said looking at Greyson. “Come with me,” he said. We followed Greyson to the study. Father’s lawyer was already there. From the looks of it, they had been discussing the will. Without me. What else was new? “Show her,” Greyson said to the lawyer.

The man handed me a paper. It looked like a letter. I took it. It was written in father’s big boorish handwriting. They were instructions to his business.

“Father gave it to him before he went… sailing.”

“It says to sell everything to KMVH?”

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Greyson jabbed his finger at me, “Did you put him up to this?”

“No need. He did this all by himself.” I went to stand next to Hailey and put an arm around her. Even though Bryce wasn’t in the room and the animosity was a little lower, I still felt like shielding her. Now that I was no longer blocking my other feelings of her with my hate, I was being hit by emotions that were already there but were now overwhelming me. My need to protect her, especially against her family, grew the more they tried to go against her. Hailey shrugged off my arm and stepped aside.

“What does this mean? Is it viable?” She was speaking to the lawyer.

“It is. I can attest that he was of sound mind when we talked. He wants it all sold and his shares equally divided amongst his sons.” He cleared the throat at the word.

“Oh.” That’s all she said as she placed the letter back on the desk.

That son of a bitch. Even in his death, he was screwing over his daughter. I thought about the number of people he had screwed over in his lifetime. They were many, and he had done bad stuff to them, but none had accrued the same hate his daughter had from him. The thought of staying in his study any longer than necessary was now making me feel sick. I wanted to take her out of here, out of everything that reminded her of his shitty father to somewhere else so she could forget.

“I took no part in this,” Hailey said, “He did it all by himself.”

“I’m sure that guy being your husband didn’t factor into anything at all,” he pointed at me, “what did he do for you that made you want to betray us?”

She stepped in front of him, her shoulders square, “Believe whatever you want. I got no part in this. Dad knew how shitty you were at business. That’s probably why he gave that condition. You two are worse than him and everyone knows that!”

Greyson glared at her, breathing hard. His eyes were wide and his nostrils were flaring. He didn’t reply to her though, and it looked like she had gotten the last word in. I smiled inwardly. I was about done with this family and seemed she was too. But she wasn’t done talking. “And you know what? You’ve always been shitty. I can’t believe I ever thought you were one of the good ones.”

“What the fuck are talking about?” his brows furrowed.

“That night. The night you roofied me. Truth is, I was never the weak person in this family. You were. You’ve always been.”

It rocked me on my heels. My head reeled with this new information. I knew someone had drugged her, but her brother?

“Oh, come on!” he screamed, “You shouldn’t have drunk something that wasn’t meant for you!”

“You planning to roofie someone else doesn’t make it better, Greyson. You made me—” She couldn’t finish the sentence. Her own brother had made her kill her best friend.

“Made you what? You were already drunk anyway.”

“It comes out,” tears welled in her eyes, “Finally. How does it feel to have your own sister bear the brunt of what you did?”

He shrugged. His response was so cavalier, so nonchalant. He didn’t care about me or my brother or her sister. Fiery rage rose within me, making my hands shake with adrenaline. I couldn’t see anything but red. I lifted a fist and when I was about to punch him, a strike landed on his face. It made a cracking sound. His face was wide with surprise and he stumbled a few steps back and fell. I turned to Hailey, who had landed the slap. She looked as vicious as I was.

Hailey strode over to him. “You’re pathetic.” Bryce chose to come in at this moment. He was holding the arm I had twisted in his other hand. He took stock of the scene, “What the fuck is going on?”

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