Chapter 10%
“I was actually planning to take you back to my hometown and take care of you. You’ve got to believe me!” Alvin added, almost pleading. The three of them just kept going, arguing and blaming each other like wild dogs fighting over scraps. They were shouting over one another, each trying to paint themselves as the victim.
Eventually, I got tired of watching the show.
With a sigh, I turned to my dad. “Get them out of here.”
After that day, I never saw any of them again.
When I had my dad throw them out, I didn’t make things harder than they needed to be. I simply told them, “I think two of you might actually be innocent. We’re only planning to report the person truly responsible to the police. So here’s what I’m offering. You have three days to figure out who the real mastermind is and have that person turn themselves in. If one of you steps up and confesses, we’ll consider this whole thing resolved and won’t pursue it further. But if none of you cooperate…”
I smiled. “Then I’ll personally make sure all three of you get a one–way ticket out of the country permanently.”
Unsurprisingly, the moment they heard that, the three of them were back at each other’s throats again.}
In the end, Damon cleared his name the fastest, mostly through brute strength. He forced the others to admit he wasn’t the one behind it. Soon after, Alvin, who’d been a cuckolded husband for over twenty years, managed to shift the blame, too. I guess enduring humiliation for so long gave him the edge.§
With Damon having lost his shot at being a rich man’s son–in–law and Alvin refusing to take the fall, both of them ganged up on Karrie. They beat her badly, trying to force her into confessing and taking the rap.
GE SELE
Karrie knew that if she stepped into a prison cell, her life would be over. But there wasn’t much she could do. She hated me, sure, but she hated Damon and Alvin even more.
So, in front of us, she pretended to agree. “Fine, I’ll turn myself in.”
But behind our backs, she had other plans.
She laced their food with paraquat, a deadly herbicide, planning to drag them down with her. I found out just in time to get them medical help.
Out of kindness, or maybe just curiosity, I even paid their hospital bills so they could suffer a little longer.
They spent two weeks in absolute agony. Then, finally, they died, crying and broken.
And no, I didn’t feel guilty about it. Not one bit.
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They brought this on themselves.
I gave each of them a chance, but they just didn’t value it.
After all that, my dad, despite my protests, hired four full–time bodyguards to watch over me.
Now, even if someone wanted to show up and claim to be a “mistress” or the “fake heiress,” or even send some crazy hitman my way, they’d have to get through a small army first.
