Chapter 9%
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“Uncle Olf, I don’t want a home like this anymore. I’m leaving with you.”
My father shot up, his hand raised in a flash.
“If you dare walk out with that devil today, Presley, then forget ever being my daughter again. Not a single cent of my fortune will go to you!”
I tilted my chin up and replied, “Fine. You already have your perfect Blaire. Enjoy. I won’t be your disappointment anymore.“}}
My father looked at my firm expression and hesitated, probably regretting his words. Just as he was about to say something, Blaire stepped in and held his arm.
“Dad, she’s just upset right now. She’ll cool off. Let her go with Uncle Olf for a few days. Trust me, she’ll come back.“%
Her mouth twitched like someone trying to hold in a laugh at a funeral.
Uncle Olf scoffed. “Look at you Clemence. You haven’t changed a bit. Still a spineless freeloader. You lived off your wife. Now, you’re living off your daughter.”
“We don’t want your dirty money. My sister left eighty million behind–for Presley. What right do you have to keep a cent from her??
“You owe money? Pay it. You owe a life? You pay that too. No one cheats my niece–not by a single cent.“/
He pulled out his phone, dialing the police department, without a second of hesitation.”
Blaire’s face went white. She lunged at him, saying, “Uncle Olf, no–how could you?! Cancel the call! Please!“}
“This is a respectable family!” she cried. “We don’t get the cops involved!”
Uncle Olf narrowed his eyes, sneering as he shoved her aside.}
“Oh, now you’re scared? Too late. Let’s see who’s been really stirring up trouble here.”
Blaire–that manipulative bitch–was so frantic that she started crying and even dropped to the floor, clutching her stomach in pain. “Orville, make him stop! I can’t go to the station like this–it hurts! It really hurts! What if I lose the baby? He’s trying to kill our baby!“? Orville looked panicked, gathering her in his arms.
“Blairie, don’t stress. I’ll get a doctor. We’re not going there, okay? Let your sister humiliate herself if she wants to.”
But minutes later, the officers arrived, and everyone was asked to get in the car.
Blaire refused. She clutched her belly like death itself was coming–but Uncle Olf didn’t flinch.
He slammed the table once–hard–and within moments, medical experts arrived.
After the exam, the verdict was clear: the baby was fine. Perfectly safe. There was not even a hint of danger.” Uncle Olf grabbed Blaire by the arm and scoffed.
“Let’s go. If you don’t move now, I might really make you miscarry. I don’t hold back.”
Shaking, Blaire finally climbed into the police car with Orville supporting her.”
At the station, the officers had barely begun asking questions when the thugs all scrambled to confess everything. The leader pulled out receipts–transfer records.
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“Ten thousand,” he said. “Miss Blaire promised ten more after the job was done. I got the job off a dark web site yesterday.“} He wasn’t lying. The cops tracked the site down fast. A black–market forum where people pay to settle revenge hits.” The site was shut down within an hour. But here’s the thing–it wasn’t just me.
Blaire had placed exactly ninety–nine orders.”
Ninety–nine. She wanted to make sure I had no way out.!!
Eight groups had responded. Two had already been scheduled to “cause a car accident” in the coming days.
Twenty grand if I was crippled. Forty if I was dead.”
Reading through the chats, I felt cold sweat break out all over my body.”
Her whole plan–if today had gone the way she hoped–I’d have left in tears. Humiliated. Fighting with my father and Orville in some grand, messy blowout.
She’d push, just enough, and Dad would disown me for good.”
And then, a “tragic car accident.”
Everyone would think it was me- so upset, so distracted. Maybe even suicidal.
And Blaire? She’d have all the excuses ready.
She could convince my father and my husband that it was my own fault
Just like that, she would’ve gotten away with her crimes.
