บททั้งหมดของ The Twisted Heirs: A Billionaire's Greed: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

(DAPHNE'S POINT OF VIEW )Liam’s bedroom is dark and cold. The thick curtains in the room block rays of sunlight from peeling through, leaving the place dim and depressing. My heart pounds underneath my chest when I slip into the room, every nerve inside me is on high alert but I know it's empty. I saw when he left . The bed sits perfectly made in the middle. On the nightstands, there’s almost nothing. Across the room, there's a dresser that holds a single glass and crystal decanter, nothing else, like it’s only there for show. The room feels empty, like there's no personal touches, just neat rows of suits in the open wardrobe and a faint smell of cologne. But that's not why I'm here.The information I got earlier keeps running through my mind—Liam knows what happened to my parents. And if he is involved, the best place to find proof is here.I silently shut the door softly behind me and start searching. I open drawers. I check under papers, even feeling behind the paintings on the w

(REIGN'S POINT OF VIEW)Engrossed in getting my signature on the piles of documents seated on the table, I don't hear the commotion outside my office till the door bursts open. My head shoots up sharply to see Dean following closely behind a woman, trying to stop her, but it's a lost cause as she marches towards me like a storm."Reign." She drops her purse on the table and leans her body down by balancing her weight on the table."Why have you been ignoring my calls, boy? And why did you tell your assistant to try and stop me from coming here?" She rants, pointing accusingly at Dean, who looks like he wants to vanish that instant. "Tell me, are you also ashamed of me?!""Mother," I began tiredly, resting my back on the seat. “How have you been?” I tilt my head and look at her calmly. Her eyes shooting daggers."Don't you dare try to mother me, Reign. If you knew you had a mother, you would have made sure to check on her living status," she finally leans back and drags out a chair and

(RAELYNN'S POINT OF VIEW)I try not to show the apprehensiveness that sprints through my system as the oldest daughter, Mrs. Llia, studies me alongside Ms. Alice who looks like she's ready to fire me. I hold my hands in front of me and bite my lips to conceal my anxiety.“I was informed you went into Reign's bedroom?” She finally speaks after what feels like eternity. “The maids who cleans his room are assigned by me and I don't remember assigning you that task. So what connection do you have with the bastard grandson of the family?” Her fiend like eyes pin me but I am more concerned about how she addressed Reign.Bastard grandson? Isn't that a little too much but what can I expect from a family of serpent; they eat their own. I clears my throat and lies, something I have been doing lately for Reign. “I-I exchanged with one of the maids because she was feeling under the weather and I forgot my pills. I only went there to retrieve them.”Mrs. Lila takes a step forward. This close I can

(RAELYNN'S POINT OF VIEW)“Who do you think is the scariest among the big boss's grandsons?”The sentence catches my attention. I raise my head up where I'm cutting vegetables on the massive kitchen counter. Today I'm on kitchen duties since a feast is coming up.“Liam.” Another staff member answers and the rest nod and hums in agreement.“I think he's the scariest too. He's always calm and collected. Such man is a dangerous man,”I could have discerned too if I didn't get myself almost strangled to an early grave by Reign Montgomery with a monstrous and animalistic look.“How about Ethan?” “That one?” Another staff hisses. “He's not terrifying and dangerous at all, other than his awful temper. He's like a chained dog, all bark and no bite.” The girls giggle. I almost laughed too but Daphne who's standing by my side jabs me on the rib and shakes her head. I get what she means. These girls are so bold to gossip about their bosses despite the rules and how notorious the family is. Aga

(RAELYNN'S POINT OF VIEW)“Good morning, Mr. Montgomery.” I beam at the old man on his bed as I stride into the room with a food tray. He reciprocates with a wider smile, putting down the book he's reading and removing his glasses.“Ah, Miss Raelynn, I guess I will be seeing more of you.” I grin, placing the tray of food on the table beside the table. “How was your night?”He chortles. “I'm still alive; thanks to you this time.”It puzzles me how blithe he is about being poisoned by his own family. And I can only marvel at why he isn't doing anything about it but it's his family matter; who am I to meddle in their affairs?“Do you like reading, Miss Raelynn?” He raises the book. “You see, I'm old; I can't barely make out the words and Dr. Isabella isn't here to read it to me.” “Of course, Mr. Montgomery.” I immediately reach out and take the book; I sit on the side of the bed. I realize the genre of the book is a horror one. “You like reading horror?” I look at him flabbergasted.“