LOGINTrish’s POV:
“You’ve disappointed me, Latricia.” My father’s words rang in my head, and for a long while, it was the only sound that I could hear.
With the folded handkerchief that smelled too much of his strong perfume, my father still dabbed at the tears on my cheek and as the tears cleared from my eyes I became afraid.
There was no compassion or kindness in his eyes as he looked down at me.
“Dad, I…”
He brought the handkerchief over my mouth, silencing me. “Shh…”
I did not have enough time to think of what would happen as my mouth was forcefully opened and I was gagged with the same handkerchief that had been used to dry up my tears.
He’s going to kill me. The realization was bitter and as tears gathered in my eye I could not help but wonder if this was how I would die. I’d sworn deep down that I would take vengeance on Declan but this way I would not be able to do so, or maybe I would haunt him as a ghost. That would be nice.
My father’s hand came up to block my nose too and that was when I knew for certain that he was going to kill me.
“Do you have any idea what you’ve cost me you, stupid child!” I could hear him say but I could no longer breathe and I was too weak to really struggle.
I was feeling dizzy again and my eyes were starting to close when he suddenly pulled back and I took in very big gulps of air.
I breathed like I’d just been chased halfway through the world by a mad beast and it took a long while before I could get myself to calm down, as my eyes searched the room frantically for who had come to my rescue.
For a second I assumed it was the doctor who had come in to check up on me but after seeing my dad gagging the life out of me, had pulled him away but no. There was no one.
My father stood beside the bed, wiping his hand clean with another handkerchief, because the one he used to try to kill me still remained in my mouth. I spit it out and I had no idea when I started to cry.
It was messy and ugly and it took too much energy from me and left me with a terrible migraine, but I could not stop crying.
“I… I’m sorry. I didn’t… I wasn’t thinking… I was tricked.”
“I raised you to be smarter than this, Latricia. I told you that the heart is very fragile yet you went and gave yours to that snake. Of all the bastards you could have been an idiot over, it had to be that one. The wretched son of Robert!” He seethed and I feared that he was going to gag me again but instead it was his fist that came down upon me as he rained slaps upon slaps on my face.
I was weak, too weak to resist him or prevent any of his attacks. And even if I weren’t, I wasn’t going to refuse him, I deserved it, I deserved his anger, his fury, his assault.
I’d been a fool. I deserve this.
The bloodied knuckles of my father was proof enough for me to know that I was bleeding, because I could feel nothing.
When he was done, he walked to a desk close to the door, picked up a paper and dumped it on me.
“Sign it.”
I made no move to pick up the paper, or to collect the pen he stretched at me and that seemed to annoy him.
“Sign the paper or I swear to God, Latricia, I’ll go all the way this time. And there’s not a damned thing anybody on this planet would do about it.”
I knew that to be true. My father was a powerful man. He had money and connections, ones that meant if his stupid twenty-two years old daughter mysteriously winds up dead, nobody would ask any question.
I took the pen with shaky hands and brought the paper to my face. Upon seeing the content, more tears rolled down my eyes.
“You know what that son of a bitch did?” My father spoke again as he pulled out a cigarette from his coat pocket and lit it. “Met with my board members in secret, promised them things. Bribed the bastards and that wasn’t enough. He fucked my daughter and took her shares. He stormed into my office like the arrogant prick that he is and they carried out a vote to overthrow me from the position of CEO, from MY OWN COMPANY!” He yelled the last part and I felt it in my bones.
Afraid of what he might do to me I brought the pen to the paper and scribbled my signature. It was messy but it was still my signature.
He snatched the paper from me and took a long drag of his cigarette. “The boy said he’d give me a place in the company.” He barked out a bitter laugh and I could see in his face the barely contained fury.
I’d done this. How could I have been so stupid.
“I have been kicked out of my own company. I have been made to look like a fool. I have lost my dignity. I no longer have the backing of the board—” He took one long look at the paper and at my signature. “—and now, I no longer have a daughter.”
With that, he turned on his feet and left, slamming the door behind him and leaving me beaten, bloody and broken.
The paper I’d just signed was a Declaration of Disinheritance and Disownment Declaration.
Not only was I no longer his daughter, he’d taken every single property he’d given me.
My father wasn’t the only one who had lost things. I’d lost my dignity too, my house and properties. I had also lost my father. I was left with nothing, save the money in my account and even that wasn’t much.
I’ll have my revenge on Declan, one way or the other. I’ll make him go on his knees and beg, and so will Leonard Hooke, my ex-father.
Trish’s POV:Despite the fact that I got to the restaurant in twenty-five minutes, I found Rachel seated at a table at the far corner of the room. She looked every bit as imposing as she always did.She was dressed in a power suit, with a penciled trouser that stopped at her ankle. She sat with one leg crossed over the other, phone in hand and sunglasses sitting on top of her nose. Her brown skin was spotless and if you did not know her, you might mistake her for a thirty years old lady, despite the fact that she was almost fifty-five.Rachel was one of my many role models while growing up and I had learnt quite a lot from studying her, which made it feel even sweeter whenever I made a power move before she did, or whenever I found out information from her company and carried it out before she could do so.She hated me, I knew that much, but now we had common ground.“Rachel, you look lovely.” I said before taking the chair opposite hers. I signaled for a waiter and when the young ma
Trish’s POV:I spent three more days at the hospital after my father’s business, three days thinking of what to do when the time comes for me to leave the hospital.On the day I was discharged, I was handed my phone and the black dress I’d worn on the unfortunate day when my life came crashing.Bitterness washed over me as I dressed and then picked up my phone to see that I’d gotten not a single text message or a call from anybody. The reality that I was now alone in the world was so frightening and it made me want to cry, but I built my resolve and promised myself then and there in that hospital that I wasn’t going to cry anymore.Crying was for weak people. Strong and smart people didn’t waste their time crying, they spent it planning and carrying out their revenge. Which was what I was going to do.Revenge. I had no idea how I was going to do it, but I knew I would do it. I would make sure that I made everybody who had a hand in my suffering pay.I took my purse and was able to bo
Declan’s POV:Father leaned back in his chair, clearly outraged by Percival’s refusal, while Percival himself just sat as though he hadn’t just thrown father’s ridiculous offer back in his face. It was a stupid thing to do and that was how I knew he was faking.Percival might be rich but he did not have power, certainly not the kind of power that taking over the company would give him, and anybody with a working brain would jump at father’s offer. I had the dreadful feeling that he was toying with father in a bid to get all of the company for himself.I could never let that happen.“And why’s that?” Father asked calmly.“Because, as I told John, your lawyer, the only reason I agreed to come to this… ceremony was because I already had plans to expand my business. I want to test the American market.”“You can do that whilst running the company.” Father said. He sounded like he desperately wanted Percival to accept his offer.“You could ask me from now until the year runs out and my answ
Declan’s POV:“You’ll join your brother in leading the company.” Father said and I felt anger cloud my eyes as I bolted to my feet, but mother was quick to get a word in before me.“Surely you’re joking, Robert.” Mother said, also rising to her feet. “This is Declan’s birthright, his blood and sweat. He’s worked his ass off for years and now you’re going to split just because some bastard came running back into your arms?”Father turned to look at mother angrily and they launched into an argument I could not hear. My eyes were fixed on Percy and surprisingly, he looked just as confused as I was.A pretending bastard. The words rang in my head and I wanted nothing more than to grab him and squeeze the life out of him.“You will listen to what I say woman. I have spoken and that is final.” Father shouted, slamming his palm on the arm of the sofa and that seemed to shut mother up as she deflated and fell back to her seat.I decided that this was as good a time for me to voice my disappro
Percy’s POV:I don’t know why I did it, but upon hearing my father’s unmistakable voice, I got to my feet and turned to watch as he approached the living room, dressed in a simple black polo and shorts that appeared too big for him.The man I was looking at looked nothing at all like the man I remembered. Father barely ever appeared on TV and I never bothered to look him up, so the last I could remember of him was that he was tall, had broad shoulders and his presence was intimidating. Now he looked like a frail, old man.He was most likely in his sixties but looked like he could pass for seventy.“You look… well.” I said as he stepped properly into the room and took the couch that was opposite the TV.I settled back down in my seat and was surprised that I did not flinch under my father’s penetrating gaze. The brown eyes he possessed were one of the things I inherited from him, while Declan took his mothers dark eyes.“Last time I saw you, you could barely reach my waist.” He said.H
Percy’s POV:The drive to wherever Declan was taking me was painfully long and boring. We sat facing each other in the limo and while I looked out the tinted window at blurred buildings, and city lights, Declan was happy to glue his phone to his face.I was grateful that he did not attempt to engage in small talks, even though I knew from when we were little that he wasn’t the type to do that, a small part of me hoped that he had changed, but I guess not.As I watched the city through the window I suddenly felt my anxiety rear its head once more. It dawned on me that the moment was imminent now, I would be meeting my father as a grown man, after all this time.I stopped caring about what he thought of me, or whether or not he cared about me after abandoning me in Rome. With nonnina Carla’s help, I had managed to not think of it and just enjoy the opportunity, the freedom but even during those time, when I closed down the car business and made a fashion line.I knew it would be success







