BenjaminI grabbed the steering wheel to distract me from Oliver’s restless legs that kept bouncing on his seat. He clamped hard on his fingernails, chewing relentlessly on the already short studs. His breathing was audible, even more distracting in the silent car. He leaned on the glass, scooting across the seat and then changed positions some minutes after.“Hey,” I grab his thigh, pressing it firmly to the floor, “you seem nervous, are you okay?” He snapped toward me, his eyes blown out like he had been caught stealing candy from the forbidden jar. He nodded quickly, too quickly for it to be the truth.I glanced back at the road, seeing it was clear, I swerved to the curb and parked the car.“What is it?” I asked, staring intently at him so he would get the message that we weren’t leaving until he came clean.“Nothing,” he said again, but his slanted posture, the forced smile and the beads of sweat that had formed on his forehead even when the air conditioning was blasting intense
Benjamin“If you’re watching this, then I am dead,” the video began, and I heard Oliver gasp beside me. He didn’t even know who Ethan was, but this was startling. Who would want to kill him? I knew he was a good lawyer, one of the best in the entire city, which was why my father had hired him as our family lawyer.But being that good came with consequences. Ethan was too good; he could make criminals walk free, could swing an entire jury in his favour with his minced words and his dashing personality. It was unbelievable to think that he was dead.“I’m recording this video, and it will be delivered by an agent whom I trust with my life. The day I die, this video must be shown to you no sooner than two hours after, so she will use any of your darkest secrets to lure you out, I apologise on her behalf.”I could physically see Oliver relax; the thought that Felicia had no daughter finally settled in. Ethan coughed and glanced behind him, then back at the camera.“I’ve done terrible thing
Benjamin I had to lie to him...again. He was too fragile to handle the truth of Felicia’s death. I didn’t want him to worry about what the repercussion of killing her would be. All I wanted him to do was focus, on what exactly? I wasn’t sure.But I wasn’t lying completely. Felicia didn’t have a child, and I was sure of it. I had run a complete background check on her before she was employed. I wanted to ensure the working hours that I could give her so she would not be missing out on family time. It turned out that she was more than happy to stay after hours because it felt lonely in her house, even with her fifty cats.So if she didn’t have a daughter, the main question was, who the fuck was claiming to be her daughter? I knew my Private Investigator was top notch and he would comb every strand of hair, shake every tree, till nothing was left on it. There is no way he would miss it.“Ben? What are you thinking about?” Oliver drew my attention. I snapped toward him, staring at him in
OliverFelicia has a daughter? How the fuck was I supposed to know? But that shouldn’t be a problem right? She was alive, at least that’s what Benjamin said...so why was she demanding for her mother? Or...did she die? In the hospital?My chest burned intensely, the organ slamming rapidly against my ribs. It felt like the air was being squeezed out of my lungs, sucked by the very feelings that tried to imprison me. I staggered a bit, stretching backward for something to lean on. I caught the eyes of Anna following me curiously, her brow arching in confusion.“Is he like, dying?” she pointed out. Benjamin whipped toward me, his eyes blown out as he clutched me from toppling over. He held me firmly. My eyes skittered toward his hand and I shifted from him. His mother was here and I didn’t want her to think anything was happening with her son.My eyes latched with hers and I could see the gears in her head spinning, the seed had been planted, it was too late.“I’m leaving, mom,” he said f
Oliver.“How dare you?” She spat the words out with so much spite that it coddled around my throat. My face stung from the impact, and I swear I felt my teeth shake. How was she so fucking strong?I felt some of her spittle hit my cheek, my head still angled to the corner afraid of facing her wrath head on.“Mom,” Benjamin called and grabbed her, holding her back.“Let go of me, let me teach this peasant a lesson,” she wriggled herself out of his grip and advanced toward me again. I shifted further, colliding with the wall.“How dare you walk into my son’s wedding and pull that stupid stunt!? Do you know who I am!? I can have you thrown in prison and the keys will be flung into the depth of the sea for life!” She barked.Her veins serpentined around her neck, juicy and eager as if it was ready to pop.“I was trying to help,” I whispered softly.“Who are you to speak while I speak?” she scoffed and eyed my entire frame, her face slack with a grimace, disgust pertinent in her awful
Oliver I stood, frozen in shock as he pulled me to himself. My eyes fluttered open as his head cradled into my neck, his nose buried into my skin. What was happening? I expected him to be mad, to go as far as hitting me to show his displeasure, but a hug? That was the least thing I expected him to do. “Thank you, Oli,” he breathed into my neck once more, his warm breath frolicking across my entire skin, causing ripples of goosebumps to emerge. I finally breathed out, letting the air I had been holding in for so long to escape. I wrapped my arm around him and leaned into his touch. This was nice: basking in the warmth of his embrace. But what was he thanking me for? He peeled himself from me, putting a bit of distance between us. “Why?” I asked finally. “Why what?” He shrugged. I rolled my eyes. He shouldn’t play dumb with me. “Why are you thanking me? I thought you’d be pissed, mad at me for stopping the wedding and thwarting your plans,” I egged him onto the reasons he should b