FAZER LOGINPov; revenge.
Elsie finished reviewing the final document and nodded, "it matches the prenup terms in the event of adultery. He isn't screwing you over, at least not here. Mother fucker," she whispered the last word under her breath as she pushed the paper across the kitchen table towards Lola. "I'm so sorry, love. Lola held Janka's hand over the table and sniffed, I never saw it coming. He fucked her at her wedding reception. Did he say it was the first time?" Janka asked as Elsie pointed out all the places "Jesus Christ," Janka whispered, "I thought you two had the perfect marriage. He couldn't keep his hands off you. "Lola and Roddy were on and off on it so many times. Each time they broke up, she was out sleeping around." She stared at the ceiling, aware that the tears were still steaming down her face, "thank heavens he always uses a condom on me, or I'll probably have caught one of her diseases." "You should get tested anyways," Elsie grunted. "Who does this to her own sister?" "Lola does," Lila grimaced. She's been after my things since the day she was born, and mom always made me share." She exhaled, "though it takes two to tango and he is as culpable as she is." "True, Elsie squeezed her hand. "Do you think he's still waiting in the car for papers?" "Yes." She nodded and started to get up, "I'll bring them to him. "No." Elsie stood up, as your legal representative, it is my pleasure to take them to him. This copy is yours, and this copy is his. I'll bring him his copy, I'll personally fill these in the court in the morning. The sooner the better. We'll get this over with. "This hurts, she whispered as Elsie kissed her forehead before walking out of the kitchen towards the hall. It sucks." "It really does." Janka agreed. You don't have to come to work tomorrow if you don't want to. "Actually," she blinked back her tears. "I need to do something more than sit around this oversized house. Can I get a couple extra shifts?". "Definitely, she hugged her tightly and pressed Lila head to her shoulder. "I feel so pathetic. I couldn't keep my dog on leash, and he strayed with my sister." ""Your dog needs to be put down," janka muttered as they sat quietly. "Your husband is an asshole," Elsie walked back in. He was annoyed I brought the papers out and not you. He said you're going to be an aunt, so you need to get over it and be able to be civil. "Screw him. Janka hissed. We really do need to put the dog down. I can call one of my cousins in Germany, she half joked. Lila made a face which made both of her girlfriends raise their eyebrows. "Is it wrong it's been two hours since this all started and all I want to do is plot revenge?. Janka pulled her head backwards and stared at her incredulously. "You revenge?" Girl, you're the queen of spouting forgiveness. Are you really going to plot revenge?. "While he was upstairs packing his shit and I was waiting for you, I noticed my laptop was still open from where I was watching movies. He said twice he needed to pack his office and I got thinking." "And,?" "He has used my laptop more than once to conduct business. He would bring mine along as a backup in case his batty dies on flights and stuff. I never looked at any of it but it's not password encrypted or anything." "So?" Elsie was all ears. "I know there are a couple of major business deals he's been working on with his father. If he lands these two accounts, he'll be up for promotion. The Board of directors has been wanting to prove himself, but he just turned thirty and they think he's too young." Janka leaned forward with her hands clenched tight. Lila continued, "I don't know but maybe there is a way in some of the information he has on my personal laptop to sabotage his career. He's not going to get fired because nepotism is real in the McGrath family. They're powerful millionaires and all but the last two contracts he vied for were blocked by another company. Merl hates this guy. What if I could find a way to get the information to this Mr Machado guy?" "Machado," Janka said with wide eyes. You mean Jacob Machodo?" The billionaire?" "Maybe" she struggled, I'm not sure. I only knew about it six months ago when there was a huge contract for a development and Mr Machodo swooped in at the last second and according to Merl, stole the contract. He did it again last week before we went to Turks. He was pissed off. He said everything he was doing now was to get back at this guy. He and his father were going to ensure the two deals they were working on were kept top secret so none of the information could filter to Machado." "Elsie swallowed. "Okay, um, I know we're just talking out of our asses here because you're hurting and so by default, we're hurting, but if you could find a way to do it which could get you into legal trouble, I might know a way to get you near Machado to give him the information. Lila wiped the corner of her gritty, reddened swallowed eyes, "how?" "My sister Maria's restaurant is one of his favorite places to dine. She specializes in Mediterranean cuisine and he's Portuguese. He goes there alot. At least once a week. "She swallowed and had a lump in her throat," shit, really?" "Yeah, Elsie grinned wickedly, "Maria might have disappointed my parents by dropping out of law school to become a chef, but she's created a hell of a following with the rich and elite." She nodded and then sighed, "I might not even have anything to give him." Janka ran into the other room and then came back carrying her laptop, just in case he changed passwords or tried to adjust things," she pulled a thumb drive from her purse, and put everything and anything on this. We can sort through it later but at least you'll have whatever he was working on. "I'm bad at this stuff, my laptop is for watching movies and it's probably why he used my computer. He knew I wouldn't go snooping around. It would take me hours," her voice trailed off as Elsie turned the computer towards her and started hammering away at the keys. "What are you doing?" If this is illegal or could get in trouble, or get disbarred. "If there is anyone in my life worthy of getting disbarred for it's you. Besides, his comment about you being an aunt really pissed me off. Does he expect you, him and your sister to be some kind of happy family? Fuck him, fuck her." Elsie muttered through gritted teeth as she shoved the thumb drive into the device, "also fuck your mom for not calling you when you needed her. I get your sister is pregnant but she's carrying her brother-in-law baby. Shame on her, shame on all of them. Let's burn the world. "He said he had to marry her because his grandfather will stimulates any child born out of wedlock can't have the money left in trust for them." She whispered, "I don't want to ruin a child's life." "You're not." Elsie was on a roll now as she clicked and dragged hundreds of files Lila has no idea were even on her laptop to the drive. "There are plenty of parents in the world who work at McDonald's flipping burgers. The kid will get his trust fund eventually, but we don't have to make it easy for his parents. "This is crazy." "Yes, it is." Elsie looked at her with a devious gleam in her eyes as she held up the thumb drive, "hide this somewhere he will never find it when he comes back on Saturday with his moving truck. We can sort out the rest later, are you in." As she looked at the stack of papers he'd presented to her with no warning, she gave a single nod. She wasn't going down without a fight.POV: ForeverThe house had never been this alive before.Voices filled every corner—laughter, footsteps, music playing faintly somewhere in the background. Flowers were everywhere, soft whites and warm blush tones, carefully arranged as if each petal mattered. Because it did.Laila stood in front of the mirror, her hands resting lightly against the fabric of her dress.For a second, she didn’t recognize herself.Not because she looked different…But because she felt different.Peaceful. Whole.“Stop overthinking,” Matilda said from behind her, gently adjusting the veil. “You look exactly how you’re supposed to look.”Laila smiled faintly. “I wasn’t overthinking.”Matilda raised an eyebrow. “You forget I know you.”A soft knock came at the door before it opened slightly. “Is it safe?”Laila turned as Joseph stepped in, pausing the moment he saw her.“…Wow.”She laughed nervously. “That bad?”“Not even close,” he said, shaking his head. “If Nichole cries, I’m not judging him.”Matilda
Chapter 82POV: New BeginningsMorning came softly, like the world itself was careful not to disturb them.Sunlight filtered through the curtains in thin golden lines, resting gently across the bed. Laila stirred first, her eyes fluttering open as she adjusted against the steady rise and fall of Nichole’s chest beneath her.For a moment, she didn’t move.She just listened. His heartbeat. His breathing.The quiet, It felt… safe. A kind of peace she had never known before.Her fingers traced absentminded patterns against his shirt, and that small movement was enough to wake him.“You’re staring,” Nichole murmured, his voice thick with sleep but laced with amusement.She smiled without lifting her head. “Can you blame me?”“One would think I’m not that interesting first thing in the morning.”“Oh, you are,” she said softly. “Especially when you’re not overthinking everything.”He huffed a quiet laugh, his hand coming up to rest over hers. “Give me an hour. I’ll fix that.”She tilted her
POV: Happy EndingLaila walked into the house slowly, Nichole’s hands resting protectively on her shoulders as though he feared letting go of her even for a second. The weight of the day still clung to her, heavy and exhausting, but the warmth of home wrapped around her like a quiet promise that things would be okay.Matilda greeted them at the door, her face soft with concern. “Hello, Laila. I heard you had an eventful day. I made you chocolate cake.”“Thank you, Matilda,” Laila said with a grateful smile, her voice softer than usual but filled with appreciation.At the police station, when Laila had given her statement, the moment had been heavier than she expected. Seeing Lola again—broken, desperate, unraveling—had stirred something deep inside her. Lola had cried out, “Mommy!” like a child, begging to be saved. But Lorraine had not gone to her. Instead, she had walked past her daughter and wrapped Laila in a firm, protective embrace.That moment had said everything.Nichole, Fre
POV: Lola is Unhinged Laila was in the gallery working on a restoration piece when the sound of Lola's voice carried into the back room.“Not again,” she muttered furiously.By the time she got to the front, Joseph and two other guards were already there, and they were forming a barrel between the two sisters. Janka was behind the counter with a customer standing at the end with a startled look on her face.Lola pulled out a gun and held it with trembling hands.“Aw, shit,” Joseph grunted as he put his huge frame directly in front of Laila. “Laila, what are you doing here?”“He took everything from me, so I'm going to take everything from him.”“Who?”“Nichole Fernando. If Laila hadn't met up with him my life would have been perfect! He ruined everything. He loves her so much he can't live without her and feel my pain.”“You're going to kill her?”“Yes!” He is going to die so he knows what it's like.“Lola, Laila tried to peek past Joseph's shoulder on her tiptoe.” You can't kill me.
POV: Keeper Laila, Janka and Rose were laying on the floor of the barn which Nichole had said would be her new studio, staring up at the rafter giggling like teenagers.“I can't believe this.”“You should see him,” she laughed. “He's not only stained with the paint, but the rush is something else.”“No.” Rose gripped her by the side.“We were starting to clean up and I noticed he was shifting a lot and I asked what was wrong and he made a face. He said he didn't want to seem like a party pooper but thought maybe he should take a shower. As he rinsed off, I could see the red welts on his skin.”“I can't believe you had to go to the emergency room,” Janka barely got the words out as she dissolved into a fist of giggles.“The only part we didn't paint on him is his dick so it was the only part not affected.” She knew she should feel bad but was struggling as she considered the way Nichole had behaved once the heat of their passion had simmered down.”“The doctor in the emergency room sa
POV: Paint “You know what I want now?” He asked as he gently kissed her lips.“What?”“To see you wear nothing but that ring.”She laughed at his bold words and the fire in his eyes. “It can be arranged.”“I do also have a picnic basket,” he motioned to the side of the room. “Bread, cheese and meat but not deli meat because you're not supposed to have it according to my mother. Mom cooked a turkey for her and dad today, she gave me a container full. “He smiled at her grin, “I bought non-alcoholic wine too.”“You can have real wine, I know how much you love wine.” She frowned at his words.“I do,” but I love you more and if you have to make sacrifices to bring our child into this world, then I'll make as many of them as I possibly can with you. I might not be able to push a watermelon out my lower half, but I can give up alcohol for the next nine months.”She laughed, “we're going to be grumpy.” “Nah, we'll subsidized it with fucking. “I'll get drunk on the flavor of you.”“Fool, "
POV: Making up Laila smiled as Nichole laid down with her in the middle of the bed and stared into her eyes.“You’re so beautiful. How the hell did a woman as beautiful inside and out come from the same people who created that vile creature I encountered downstairs?”“I don’t know, but I am sorry
POV: Where are you?Thirty minutes later, her phone was buzzing. She sat in the hotel-provided robe, unpinning her hair from all the bobby pins Meredith had put in it. She unlocked her phone and glanced at the torrent of messages from both Nichole and Merlin.She responded to Merlin with a text to
POV: Gala Laila caught her reflection in the glass panel of the hotel lobby where the gala was being held and felt a sense of pride at how good she looked. Meredith had popped over to do her hair and makeup while Janka and Rose had bolstered her confidence while she got dressed.She stood nervousl
POV: Lola’s Demand“I’ve got this,” Janka shoved away from the table faster than Laila could. “Get out of here, Lola. This is a private business establishment, and you are not welcome here.”“Where is my sister? I want to know where she is right now!”“She’s busy.”“Fucking my husband?” Lola hisse







