chapter three

**Tyler Mitchell's POV**

A year ago, my family and I arrived in Los Angeles to put our plan into action. Unfortunately, the marriage with the Parker family was crucial. Looking at Emily every day caused disgust, and hearing her voice only increased my desire to end her. Part of the plan was completed: her damn parents were eliminated. Now, only Emily remained. I discussed with Justin and Josh the best way to deal with her, to make her suffer until death. Even sex was repugnant. I enjoyed having her until I saw her bleed, and she seemed satisfied with that.

I underestimated that filthy woman, and she dared to shoot me. I wanted to kill her on the spot. I charged with force; she couldn't even shoot properly. After she fell, I continued hitting her face; I barely felt the pain from the bullet in my arm, my fists were drenched in blood coming from her face.

"Stop, Tyler, you're bleeding!" Josh shouted, trying to restrain me with the help of Justin, while Emma approached to check Emily's pulse, who was unconscious. "I'll call a doctor," Emma ran off to get the phone.

"She has a weak pulse and is breathing with difficulty," Justin lifted her, placing her on the sofa. "Sit, Tyler! You've beaten her enough," Josh forced me to sit in the chair angrily; if they hadn't intervened, she would surely be dead by now because of my excessive anger.

"I can't believe you let things get to this point. If your father finds out..." Justin was about to complete the sentence, but I interrupted.

"No! Paul Miller won't know anything! Got it? I have control of the situation here!" I growled through gritted teeth.

"Really? Then tell me what you plan to do with Emily?" Justin asked, throwing a towel so I could try to stop the bleeding.

I remained silent for a moment, trying to think about what to do with that filthy girl. "The doctor will arrive in a few minutes!" Emma said softly, looking at Emily with pity, who was about to wither away.

"Justin! Take Emily to the basement!" I shouted irritably.

"What?" he asked incredulously.

"Take her and don't question my orders. Lock her up; I will see her again later!" I said, leaving the kitchen and going to the bedroom, leaving a trail of blood throughout the house, not caring about the consequences.

"Mr. Mitchell, you're bleeding!" Emma said worried, looking at the amount of blood flowing down my body.

"Stop screaming like a fool, and get me gauze and bandages while I try to stop the bleeding!" I ignored her screams, and she promptly went searching for the first aid kit stored on the counter.

I've been hurt in worse ways, and as soon as the doctor removed the bullet from my arm, I was determined to teach that bitch a lesson she would never forget.