Masuk~Arya~“My father wants to see you tonight, Edgar.”I circled him, caressing his neck subtly. Edgar stiffened beneath my touch. “Why? I haven’t done anything else to piss him off, have I?”“Fortunantely, no. In fact, I bring you good news. He wants to discuss transfer of a percentage of his shares to you.”Edgar stood upright all of a sudden, his hands clamped over his mouth. “That’s a lie, he squealed in shock. “That’s a fucking lie. It’s not possible.”“But it’s true.”“Aryaaaa.” He picked me for a spin, screaming at the top of his voice. I threw my head back in an exaggerated laugh while Lina watched, her brows knitted together. When Edgar finally placed me down, she had her hands balled in a tight fist. “Is this real?” Edgar quizzed, wearing his joy on his face. “You’re not trying to prank me, are you?”“No, Edgar. I had a long conversation with him. I told him that I'm not comfortable with having so much wealth while you have nothing to your name, and he decided to help. He’s g
~Arya~“I heard you’re getting fragments of your memories back,” Edgar said to me at breakfast two days after we moved in. I spent the free time I had monitoring hidden conversations in the villa, recording things they had no idea was being recorded, gathering evidence against them. Edgar slept in another room far away from Lina’s but he didn’t let a day slip by without going over to her. I picked a toast and raised it to my lips, absent minded. He sure took his sweet time asking me that. Lina and him discussed it the same day I told her my sob story, but he pretended to know nothing till now.Lina stopped eating, her eyes darting round the table. “Who did you hear it from?”“Pamela.”“When did you and Pamela become so close? She’d never discuss something like that with you.”His hand strayed to his nape. “I heard Pamela and lina discuss it.”I glanced at Lina, silently demanding an explanation. “That’s even stranger. Pamela hates Lina. She’d never talk about something like that wit
~Arya~Way to go, Lina. That reaction is just right. The performance… it’s Oscar-deserving. She looked like she was just finding this out for the first time, like she couldn't believe that there was an attempt on my life.I played along. “Yes.”“Arya,” she gasped. “How do you know that? You’re supposed to have amnesia, right?”I flopped into the space right next to her. “I’ve been remembering things lately,” I huffed, pressing the heel of my palm to my forehead. “My memory comes in tiny bits. Sometimes, I'm not even sure if it’s something that really happened or it’s a hallucination."“Your memory is returning,” she echoes, her voice dropping to a levelled tone. “That’s… sudden.”I frowned. “Why? You don’t like that?”“No,” Lina replied quickly. “I do. I’m just surprised. Have you been taking the meds Carter prescribed for you?”I recoiled. “How do you know Carter?”Regret flickered in her eyes. She had been caught. Even if she tried to wriggle her way out of this one, I had no intent
~Arya~“Make sure our guests are comfortable, Pamela. They spent the whole morning packing moving things. I need them to be in good health for the duration of their stay here.”It was Moving Day, the day Edgar officially lost the house to me. He had no idea that the person who snagged the mansion and other things he claimed ownership for was me. I made sure of that, even going as far as using a false name to receive everything from the bank. His shares, assets, expensive vehicles, they all belonged to me now.He stood in front of the moving truck, hands on waist, bent backwards awkwardly. He had tanned so much in the space of a few hours. What could be more touching than a man who went broke in just one night, to the extent that he couldn’t even afford to pay for services to help with his relocation.Pamela stood beside me, chugging down gulps of an energy drink. She threw the bottle into a bin nearby and inched closer. “You’re referring to them as guests. Isn’t that a little harsh
~Arya~On hearing my father's voice, Edgar sprang away from me. My father walked in and lowered himself into a chair beside the large table, leaning forwards with his fingers interlocked as he regarded Edgar with an unimpressed frown. “What do you think you’re doing, young man? Are you trying to hurt my daughter in the company she’s meant to inherit?”Edgasr scramble to his feet. He gave my father a quick bow, panic flickering across his features.“I didn’t mean to hurt her. We were having a conversation and she suddenly tried to leave. I only wanted to stop her.”My father’s brows knitted together. “Have you gone on social media today at all?” he questioned. Edgar shook his head. “Arya is trending for the wrong reasons. Why haven’t you done anything to stop her assault videos from spreading?””“Assault videos? What are you talking about?”“You don’t even have an idea? Your wife was ambushed in your company premises. I let her remain married to you because I thought you’d protect her,
~Arya~“What are you implying? That I'm trying to accuse the Manchesters falsely?" Edgar questioned. “They organized that auction. If there are any questions, it should be directed at them without issues.”“There shouldn't be any questions.” I gestured to the screen. “Apparently, someone snuck into the company and replaced the paintings."His eyes widened. He stared at the video playing, utter shock etched down his face. The conference room fell silent, the only noise in it the heaves of resignation from Edgar's lawyers. “This is a lie,” he finally drawled after minutes of replaying the video. I refuse to believe this.”I rolled my eyes, totally exhausted. It had been a long day. I could really do without hearing him whine one more time. “How convenient is it that the painting got stolen as soon as it landed in Obsidian Holdings?”“The level of security there is not as high as the Manchesters’. That’s one thing I have to take care of.”“Don’t go bossy on me right now, Arya. Let’s s







