Semua Bab The Billionaire Legacy : Bab 111 - Bab 120

Daniel "I didn't trick you," I said. "You signed it. You agreed to the terms." "I didn't read it properly," she said and her voice was getting louder. "I trusted you. I thought we were building a life together." "You should've read it," Richard said calmly. "That's not Daniel's responsibility." She threw the document down on the table. "This is insane. You're telling me I get nothing? After everything I put up with? After all the years I spent being ignored and humiliated?" "That's what the agreement says," Richard said. Her face turned red and she stood up. "This is bullshit. You can't do this to me." "Sit down Mia," I said quietly. "No," she said and her voice was shaking. "I won't sit down. You're trying to screw me over. You're trying to leave me with nothing." "You'll leave with what you came in with," Richard said. "That's fair." "Fair?" she shouted. "Fair? I gave up everything for you Daniel. I gave up my career, my friends, my life. And now you're just going to throw

Daniel's pov I thought about Mia again. About what she'd said at the restaurant. About how she was going to tell everyone about Annabella and Peter. About how she was going to ruin me. I realized something sitting there in that bar. Even if I managed to deal with the restraining order and even if I managed to fix things with Annabella somehow Mia would still be a problem. She knew too much. She could use what she knew as blackmail against me forever. Any time she wanted something she could threaten to go public with the story. I needed to shut her up. Permanently. Not in a violent way. I wasn't stupid. But I needed to find a way to make sure she never talked. To make sure she didn't have any reason to go to the press or use what she knew against me. I finished my drink and paid the tab. I walked out of the bar and got back in the car. I sat there thinking about how to approach this. Mia was angry and hurt and she wanted to hurt me back. But everyone had a price. Everyone want

MIA'S POV She looked away. "I mean I thought you'd share some of it with me. I'm your sister. I've been letting you stay here. I've been supporting you through all of this. I thought when you got your settlement you'd help me out." "You wanted me to give you money from the divorce?" I said. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Why not?" she said and she looked at me again. "You don't need all of it. You could give me some. Enough to get out of this place. Enough to finally have a decent life." "So that's what this is about," I said. "You're angry because you're not going to get any money." "I'm angry because you're being stupid," she said. "You had one chance to get something for yourself and you're blowing it. You're going to go back to him and let him use you again and then when he's done you'll have nothing. And I'll have nothing too." "This isn't about you Mira," I said. My voice was rising now. "This is my life. My marriage. My divorce. Not yours." "Oh please," she

Daniel's POV I just needed her to stay quiet long enough for the Annabelle situation to blow over. And by then it wouldn't matter if Mia died. In fact it would be better. No messy divorce. No risk of her changing her mind and talking to the police later. Just a tragic death and me as the grieving husband. I opened a drawer in my desk and pulled out the small vial of arsenic. It was white and powdery. Tasteless. Odorless. Perfect. Tomorrow when she went shopping I'd add a little bit to her food. Just a small amount. Not enough to make her suspicious. Just enough to start the process. I put the vial back in the drawer and locked it. Then I closed my laptop and sat back in my chair. Everything was falling into place. Mia thought I wanted her back. She thought this was some kind of second chance at love. She had no idea what was really happening. I heard footsteps upstairs. She was moving around in the guest room. Probably unpacking her things. Probably thinking about how lucky s

MIA pov He left and closed the door behind him and I lay there in the quiet room listening to my own breathing, I must have dozed off because the next time I opened my eyes the light coming through the window was different, softer and more golden, which meant it was late afternoon. I felt better, the nausea had mostly passed and my stomach didn't hurt anymore, I sat up and drank some of the water Daniel had left for me, ate one of the crackers and waited to see if my stomach would rebel but it didn't. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom, washed my face again and fixed my hair which had gotten messy from lying down, looked at myself in the mirror and decided I looked better than I had this morning, still a bit pale maybe but not as bad. When I went downstairs Daniel was in the kitchen again, this time he was making dinner, something with chicken and vegetables that smelled really good. "You're up," he said when he saw me, "How are you feeling?" "Much better," I said, "I