A Trillionaire’s Revenge

Bloody hell! I wanted to give her a befitting reply, but I couldn't. I needed to get an explanation from Luke first. I open the study,
hoping to find him there, but he's nowhere to be found. I walk back and forth, trying to dial his number again. This time, there's
no service on my phone, and out of frustration, I smash the phone on the floor. Realizing I must've scared my poor child, I caress
my stomach as I move to pick the phone up. Suddenly, my mind goes back to the day I almost fainted here, in the study. I touch
the spot where the phone fell, and I remember that I'd felt something there that day. There was something under the rug, under
the floor. I move the rug out of the way, and like I assumed, there was indeed, something under the rug. A hidden compartment. I
open it up and there's a box inside. I open the box and begin to go through it's content. Pictures of a family. Pictures of a young
girl, probably around age 5 or 6. There's a few white papers inside and I open them to read. The contents of the paper renders
me weak in the knees and makes bile rise to my throat. At this point, I knew I needed no explanation from Luke. Everything I'd
seen in the box was enough explanation.
I'm seated at the bar, waiting for Luke to return from wherever he was. It was almost midnight. Aunt and Lydia had been up in my
room, anxiously waiting for me.
Suddenly, I hear footsteps. They are lazy footsteps, and I can guess who they belong to. I get up, waiting for him to come closer
and say the first word. He does.
"What are you still doing here?" He asks. I can smell the strong stench of alcohol oozing from him.
I get up, approaching him. "You know, I always wondered why a total stranger would coerce my family into doing his bidding. I
hated you for it. I thought you were just wicked and probably taking advantage because somehow, you got control of our estate.
You lied through your nose from the very first day."
He laughs sadistically, "Isn't it ironical? A liar accusing another of lying. You're pathetic."
"No, No. You are pathetic, you're the pathetic one for lying to my face all this time. If I was terrible for not telling you about Rocky
then you're much much worse, horrible, eve for making me a pawn for your dirty revenge." I chuckle "Are you even human?!" I
yell. I wanted to cry, weep and wail, but I couldn't let this monster see me break. My husband was indeed, a monster. The worst
of the worst.
"All I did was love you!" He responds
"Shut your mouth." I state bitterly, and as though the universe is inline with my anger and pain, it begins to rain heavily just at that
moment. "You planned it all. It was all planned, you had it all planned, I know. I know everything now. You targeted me, I was

your target, right? I was the weak little prey, right? And I let myself be hunted by you!" I say, and immediately my eyes meet with
his, my doubts are all cleared up. The shock on his face confirmed it all, even though I so badly wanted to believe his lies.
"All you ever did was torture me, you rapist." I say, as I move closer to him. "I always knew you were a dangerous man, but I
didn't think that you'd be this evil an-and wicked. Even demons spare their own family, but you?"
"N—Nat—I stop him, pointing my finger at him. "Don't you dare. Don't you dare say my name." I warn him, as I begin to cry. I wail
heavily, as I realize everything was coming to an end. I hold my stomach as I try to control the feeling of disgust trying to etch
itself into my heart. I could never hate my baby, especially not for the mistakes of his father. I fall on the ground, defeated.
"Why? Why? Why did it have to be me? I never did anything to you, so why have you ruined my life, Luke?"
"How did you get into my room?" He asks. I'm completely zoned out, crying profusely. My thoughts are scattered, simultaneously
thinking of my child, myself and my father.
"Natalie!" I hear aunt call for me, panic evident in her voice. She arrives, panting heavily.
"Your. . . Father. . ." She says, her face filled with sadness. I get up immediately. "What happened to dad? He mustn't find out
about this." I state, wiping my tears.
"Exactly, my girl. He—he knows already!" She turns to Luke, "Control that wild woman of yours, Luke. Please! She's caused so
much havoc!" I grab aunt's hand. "Aunt, what happened?" I ask cautiously.
"Laurel called home, your father picked the call and that girl blurted our everything to him! He's unconscious. He had a heart
attack, Natalie!"
I gasp, shocked. "Oh, no. Oh, no, aunt. It's all my fault." I weep. I turn to face Luke who's quiet. I glare at him, hoping he can see
the accusatory look I am giving him. "If anything happens to my father, I will never forgive you and Laurel."
"Natalie, please!" He yells, grabbing my hand. "I can explain, it's all a misunderstanding—whatever you saw, I didn't go through
with it." He says. I jerk my hand off.
"Don't say another word to me ever again. I have no interest in listening to whatever you have to say. I will never believe you,
even if you speak the truth." I say.
"Aunt, get your bags. We must go to my father now!" I say to aunt Ruth. As we rush, I pause for a moment. I turn back to face
him, "I'll leave with only the things I came with." I say, as I take off the wedding ring on my finger. I throw it at his feet. "Hopefully,

it suits Laurel."
***
"Emmanuelle, please have my box ready. I'm in a hurry." I say, as I look around for things I might've brought with me. Aunt
comes in.
"I'm done packing" she says. "Me too. Please we can't wait for your car to come fetch us, would order a car?" I ask aunt.
She nods, "I already have and he's here already."
"We have to make it home as fast as possible"
"What will you say to your father when he wakes up?"
"Nothing. Nothing, because there's nothing to say. Thankfully, I'm not showing yet, so I could tell him I'd be going abroad for my
honeymoon"
"Of course, you aren't going, are you?"
"I am, alone. I need sometime to process all this and heal from everything, aunt. I'll have the baby there too. I won't be gone for
long. I'll let father know I'm pregnant once I leave."
Aunt Ruth hugs me, and I couldn't have asked for a better gesture. I hug her back, intensely. If only aunt Ruth was my mother. I
didn't have a caring mother and aunt Ruth who possessed all the qualities of a great mother was barren. At this point, I
understood how unfair life was.
"The box is ready, ma'am" Emmanuelle says. We break the hug.
"Thank you. For everything" I say to her. She was avoiding eye contact with me. I pick up my box. "You said you could never
forgive those who hurt Luke. I can only wonder if you can forgive him for harming others."
***
It was about 2 am in the dead of the night and aunt Ruth and I were ready to leave. Reaching the door, I consider asking aunt for
a moment, but I decide against. The rain had gotten heavier.

"I'll go first" Aunt says, patting my shoulder for reassurance. I didn't ask, but she knew I needed a moment alone, a moment
alone to bid everything goodbye. I didn't want to spend one more second around Luke or anything related to him. I hurriedly rush
off, but I halt. I was cold and drenched. I turn around to look at the manor one last and I see him, by the window, watching me
leave. I knew he wouldn't hear what I had to say, but I still took the chance.
"You didn't kick me out, I left. Today will be the last time you'll ever lay your eyes on me again. You'll never see your child,
because you rejected him." I say, and I finally muster the courage to turn to leave. As of this moment, Luke was dead to me,
nothing but fading memory.