15. Sweet Revenge

Marcus' POV

I stormed out of the kitchen, infuriated by the guts on that little bitch. She was in a way admitting that she was after my father's wealth, and worse, she felt like she deserved it.

Instead of returning to the dining room for dessert, I strode towards the staircase, heading for my room.

“Marcus!!”

I halted in my strides when I heard my father's voice.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“To my room.” I replied, still walking towards the stairs. “I don't think I have any space for dessert.”

“You can't go up yet. We're not done here. As I said, there's something we need to discuss.”

I paused, and began walking towards the dining room where both my Dad and Lilian sat. My fingers gripped my seat as I stared at my father whose face was now downcast with a frown worn on his slightly wrinkled face.

“Dad, is everything alright?” I asked, taking my seat.

His piercing gaze shot at me and he snickered, shaking his head.

“You tell me, Marcus. Is everything alright?”

I lowered my eye