CHAPTER THIRTY SIX

Coffee, cream, milk, sugar —

Sharon admired her masterpiece, a perfect mug of coffee

Her father gave her a call the previous night. He called to threaten her, because he had incurred a huge loss

The reason?

She felt concerned about her husband Luca, in his his drunken state of fury and madness.

Then she decided to check up on him

By doing that she disobeyed two rules

Trespassing, and poking her nose into his business

So he punished her—

This time, Sharon didn't need much of a reminder.

Her mantra that morning was said with enthusiasm

“I Will kill Luca Pavilochenki”

She took the bottle out of her pocket. Her hands shook, but she was strong willed.

Sharon poured three drops.

As she held the poison over his mug, she felt a tingling sensation, and cold washed though her, but she ignored the feeling

she closed the bottle and put it back inside her pocket

She took a deep breath, and the reality of what she just did began to claw at her

But Sharon had no time to think. She made her decision. Luca would not change, and her life was only going to be more miserable in the long run

She set the coffee on the tray, along with some toast

And when she looked up through the kitchen window

She caught a glimpse of a man's shadow

He walked past

But there was a probability that he had been staring at her.

Sharon shivered. At the time, there were only four people present in the house

Luca

Clarette

Arman

and herself

Aside from the security personnel and bodyguards who didn't enter the house frequently

It was either Luca or Arman

But Luca was waiting for his coffee, and somehow she could tell if Luca was close to her, she usually felt his presence

So it could only be one person

Arman

And she was certain he saw everything

The big question was

If Arman had seen her poison Luca's food, why didn't he make an attempt to stop her?

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Sharon was brought back to reality by the sound of Clarette's shoes

Clarette walked into the kitchen with a smile of her face

“You did great Young mistress, good job!”

Sharon gave her a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes

If the sweet lady had any idea what she did—

The concept of villains watching their victims die intrigued Sharon, and she decided to do so herself.

At a corner in Luca's personal dining, she stood

Behind an ornamental house plant

She was at the perfect angle to witness his suffering and demise

His gestures were laced with etiquette, from the way he held his teaspoon, to his demeanor entirely

So graceful, so elegant, so poised, so handsome!

What was she thinking, she was there to watch a man die for goodness sake

Sharon watched as he dropped the teaspoon on the tray and take the cup to his lips

Her heart beat rose

She felt the hairs on her neck stand

Luca blew his coffee gently, completely oblivious to the impending danger

Sharon could make a significant decision in the split seconds that would seal his fate

Or watch him pay for his sins—

The Angel on her right shoulder told her one thing, the Devil on the left told her another

As Luca was about to take a sip, he heard the strained voice of a disturbed woman scream—

“Asshole!”

Before he could even react, Sharon had swiped the cup from his hands

Luca and Sharon locked eyes. She was panting, her breathing was intense

The complete opposite of his calm but slightly confused demeanor

The next thing he knew, she had poured the contents of his breakfast into the pot that housed his precious plant

And dropped his empty mug on his table

A tear threatened to spill from her eyes and she quickly wiped it away

“What the hell was that?”

Luca asked, a lot more calmer than she had expected him to be

“there was a fly in your coffee”

“I didn't see any fucking fly!”

Luca stood up and walked to her menacingly. He suspected something, she knew he suspected something.

If he found out that she was trying to poison him, what would he do to her? What sort of terror would he release on her?

He took a strand of hair that fell unto her face and placed it behind her ear

“Why did you throw my breakfast Sharon”

His voice made her shiver, in a good way

She had to come up with a good lie on the spot

And a good lie had to be at least ninety- seven percent true

Sharon took a deep breath

“I made the coffee— I didn't think it was good enough so I threw it away”

Her head was bowed, she expected him to laugh, taunt her maybe, downgrade her—

He gently lifted her chin with his index finger, her eyes locked with his once more

“If you made it then I'll drink it”

It was almost a whisper, but Sharon heard every word

There was silence for a moment

His eyes spoke where his lips failed, and she could see something in them,

Need—

Then once again, his eyes turned cold, and he put his asshole cloak back on

But Sharon understood now. He was fighting something, and it was hurting him. She was fighting something too, but she couldn't say what it was

She didn't know if it was a good thing either

“I'll eat out”

He said before walking out of the dining

And leaving Sharon more confused than she had ever been in her entire life—