David
Michael drops Sarah off at her house.
- I tell Father, you are at your home,—my brother says, and I raise an eyebrow and smirk; at that exact moment, Sarah turns her eyes to me. - Well, tomorrow morning, I'll catch a plane to Australia. I'll be back in a month or two. If you need anything, call me.
- I hope everything goes well there. Don't forget to take your pills for motion sickness. Your father asked me to remember you.
I would laugh if it were funny. My father is not worried about Michael getting sick, but if he read in the newspaper that his oldest son threw up on the plane's first class, it would be a scandal.
- They're already inside the laptop bag.
- Goodnight, David, and welcome home. – she says with a beautiful smile.
I feel my face burning. "Welcome home". She was the first to say it. With my biggest seductive smile, I reply:
- Goodnight, stepmother, and thank you.
Michael was already in the car and told the driver to take off without waiting for her to enter the house. As the car left, I watched Sarah look at the limousine, then turn around and walk into the house.
Sarah's penetrating gaze is all that I can think of, but as the car approaches the Campbell mansion, I can't help but remember the day my mother had her tragic end.
I made a promise ten years ago, as her closed coffin descended, and I had returned home, not because he ordered, but because finally I could fulfill it.
Flashback
- Mom? Mom? Help! Someone help her! Please! Call 911. Mom?David's screaming in panic when his mother, for no apparent reason, leans over and falls.
Within seconds, the servants ran around the house in an uproar, not knowing exactly what to do.
Twenty minutes later, the ambulance arrives, but they can only confirm the woman's death. The police are called to the scene before the body is taken for an autopsy.
No one paid any attention to the 16-year-old boy who looked in shock at his mother's body being put on a black bag and carried on a stretcher.
Simon Campbell walked through the door, and his appearance resembled someone who had been inconveniently called home rather than a man who had just lost his wife.
- Father, mom died. – David says, crying.
- Stop making a fuss. If your mother died, it's because her time has come. You're not a baby. Swallow those tears. A man doesn't cry.
- But father…
- Get out of my sight, useless boy. Go to your room. Maybe now that you no longer have your mother's skirts to hide behind, you'll become a man.
- Mr. Campbell, can we talk to your son? – one of the female police officers who had been called to the incident said.
- Is it really needed? He is only 16. Maybe I should call my lawyers.
- Your son’s not a suspect.
- Suspect? Suspect of what?
- Sir, the paramedics suspect your wife was poisoned.
- What? And they know that just by looking at her?
- Sir, we need to take his statements, but he's a minor, so we ask your permission to speak to him.
Simon gestures with his hand, telling her to go on. She takes David to the living room and, with a soft voice, she asks him what happened.
- I do not know what happened. She took the pills with her tea, as she does every day. We were talking and she… she… fell. – David says, between sobs.
- Did anything unusual happen today?
- She had stomach pains, but she sometimes complained about her stomach. She had a sensitive stomach.
The officer points to the table and gets up.
- Is this the box where her pills were?
- Yes ma ‘me.
She calls a forensic expert and tells him about the box. He puts it in a bag and tags it. He also tags the cup from which she had drunk the tea.
- Thank you, and my sincere condolences. - the officer said.
David nodded without looking up.
End of flashback
When the limo stops, and the driver opens the door, I shudder and wake up from my dark thoughts. Michael frowns but ignores me and leaves, immediately entering the house.
- Master David, welcome home. - the old butler says.
- Thank you, Anthony. Still working for the old man?
- Where would I go? I have worked in this house since I was 15 years old. My parents died here. Here, I will die, too.
I shook my head. Albert was 13 years older than father. At 79, he shouldn't be serving as the house butler but resting and being served by others.
I enter the house while the servants carry my luggage to my old room.
Looking around, I realized nothing had changed in the last ten years. Everything is in the same place, as time had stopped the day my mother's body was lying on the floor.
My dear father, Simon, was sitting in the living room reading the newspaper, so that was why he couldn't see me in person. He raised his head and, with cold eyes, looked me up and down, disapproving of my choice of clothing.
- Good evening, father. How are you?
- Good evening, David. It's incredible how, living on the old continent for ten years, you couldn't acquire good taste in clothes. For a man to be respected has to dress with class and power.
"Welcome home, son. How are you? I missed you." – I think ironically.
- What's wrong with my clothes? You weren't expecting me to come dressed like a penguin?
Simon rolls his eyes and, looking back at the newspaper, says:
- Go to the kitchen, get something to eat, and then sleep. Tomorrow, we will talk about your future.
"Great, that's just the conversation I've been dying to have."
- I'm going to take a shower and sleep. I ate on the plane. Have a good night, father.
Simon waves his hand, dismissing my presence. Taking a deep breath, I turn my back and go up the stairs to my bedroom—my 16-year-old, neglected bedroom.
I wouldn't be here, in this hellhole of a house, if it weren't for my promise. I have the means now to get my revenge, my mother's revenge, and maybe completely destroy him on the way. Who knows, my return might not be more pleasant than I expected. Sarah's eyes materialize in my mind, and as I close the door that separates my room from the rest of the house, I can't help but smile.
DavidI was restless.I left London at 5 pm and slept for most of the 12-hour flight.Arriving in Los Angeles at 9 pm when my body told me it was 5 am didn't give me the slightest desire to sleep.The jetlag was weird as fuck, and for me, the day sims to start, not to end.I miss my friends, both the ones from England and the ones I left here when I left the US.I picked up the phone and called Thomas Halley, my childhood friend.- I'm home. Shall we have a drink?David, you're finally back? Thank God! I'm on my way to a bar in Santa Monica. Meet me there.- I don't want to be the third wheel on your little bike.- Quit the shit. I was going to have a drink. If I found someone interested in having sex, I say no thanks. Seeing my best friend after so long is more important than sex. - Thomas says, laughing.- Frankly Thomas. Is there anything more important than sex for you?They both laugh, and David hangs up the phone."Tomorrow I have to buy a car. Today, I'm taking an Uber."In the
SarahWhen I arrive at the club, I go in and look around.I became very good at this, and like an owl looking for its prey, I look for "my prey."It wasn't too tricky to find David sitting in one of the lounges with a woman on his lap.I approach him and cough, but he didn't see or hear me.I hit the woman on the shoulder, and she separates her lips from David and looks up irritated.The handle of my gun is strategically visible and my eyes are cold as icy. The woman who had looked at me with irritation swallowed hard and disappeared from the scene so fast that David still held something as if she had never gone.He finally looks at me.- Stepmommy! – He says, completely drunk and ironic as hell. - You scare my “fuck away.” You're so mean! – He says, looking at my cleavage.- Eyes up here. - I say, pointing to my eyes. - After a 12-hour trip, the first thing you do is get drunk?- It was Thomas's fault. He's the one who got me drunk.- Hey, traitor. - Thomas shouts to make himself he
SarahAfter last night, the last thing I needed was to be woken up by Simon. When I pick up the phone, I can't help but roll my eyes.- Good morning, Simon. Don't tell me that David is in trouble again.- No. That idiot has a hangover. It serves him well. Anyway, I wanted to tell you to stop by my office before going to work. I need to talk to you face to face.- I'll be there as fast as possible, but did I do something wrong? I got David…- You did nothing wrong, my dear. I want you at my office. You don’t need to run; I’m still at my house.And he hangs up.“Fuck. What he won’t now? Hope it’s not sex.”I can stop a chill in my stomach.Flashback to hellAlone, locked in the office of the man who caused her father's death, she begs under the man's cold gaze.- Miss Scott, business is business. Your father knew the conditions when he accepted my money. What do I care if you're going to live on the street with your mother? That property is not even enough to cover the remaining debt.-
DavidIt was hard to open my eyes, but I got up and grabbed my carry-on bag. I take two painkillers, swallowing them dry.Then I look around, trying to remember how the hell I got home last night. How did I put on my pajamas and go to bed?My memory ended with the 7 or 8 whiskey I had drunk.I undress and go into the shower. Closing my eyes and letting the hot water clean away a bad night's sleep, I say:- Fuck, my head. How the hell did I get home?As if by magic, Sarah's eyes materialize in front of me.- Had it happened or did I dreamed it? Did Sarah go to get my drunk ass at the club, and did we almost kiss?I finish my business in the bathroom, get some clothes, and go downstairs.In the dining room, my father was sitting at the head of the table, reading The Wall Street Journal and having coffee. The Los Angeles Times was also on the table, clearly evidence of being read."Shit, he's been waiting for me for a long time" - I thought, sitting down immediately.- Good Morning Maste
DavidWhen Sarah's cold words go out of her mouth, she leaves.Who cares about what my father won’t? At this moment, I just want to be far away from his new wife.So I did the best thing I could remember: I called Thomas.Sometime later, in a fine restaurant, I and Thomas were having lunch.- Did I dream, or did you have your stepmother on your lap last night?- What? I don’t remember that, but she's not my stepmother yet. She needs to marry my fucking father first. If it depends on me, she will never be his wife.- You just met her. Why do you hate her so much?- What are you talking about?- You just said you are against your father's marriage.- Don’t be an idiot. She’s too good for a piece of shit like my father.- Oh God. Here we go again. How many times did we talk about this? He’s Simon fucking Campbell. You can’t do anything against him. Not even God can do anything against him.- We will see about that.Thomas rolled over his eyes.- You don't know what you're saying. And it'
Sarah- Sarah, dear, I swear I will kill that son of mine. He is drunk, again, and in a nightclub belonging to the Yacuza. The driver has the address of the house. Go there and bring the idiot back before he gets killed and starts a war. I sent six men to accompany you.- Okay, Simon. – Why would I ask anything else? Simon would say absolutely nothing more than he had already said.A question hovered in my head. How did he always know where his son was? Did he have men following him?- Oh, and dear, do not bring him to my house. Lock him up at your house. If I see him, I swear I will kill him. Some clothes will be in the car. That way, you two can go together, and I will be sure that he will be working by your side. God, this is my fault. That woman spoiled him. His whore mother ruined this boy forever. I don't know what I'm going to do with him. Honey, if you can't get him into business, I'll... give up on him.- Simon?!- What good is a son who isn't trustworthy? God, I should have
SarahTo my amazement, I smell freshly brewed coffee when I wake up.I get up, do my morning rituals, and get dressed for work. When I enter the kitchen, David is making scrambled eggs.He feels my presence, and turning his head back, and with a smile, he says:- Good morning, Sarah. I took the liberty of making breakfast. Sit down, and I'll serve you. There you have coffee, freshly squeezed orange juice, French toast, bacon, and... - he turns and pours some of the scrambled eggs onto a plate near me. - scrambled eggs.- Thank you for the breakfast, but you shouldn't have bothered yourself with me. I only drink coffee in the morning.- Oh, come on, Sarah. Just eat a little. You will not regret it. My French toast is the best you have ever had. - I roll my eyes. - At least keep me company.- My name is "Stepmother" or Miss Scott.David holds up his hands and grimaces. Sit down and start eating.I sigh and sit in front of him. Maybe eating a little wouldn't be that bad; the aroma of ba
DavidThe women looked around, and their eyes met me. They blush and rush inside the building.So that’s why she and my father are together. Simon Campbell forces her into that marriage.I smile.If I had any restrictions about trying to win Sarah from my father, they disappeared at that moment. I wasn’t in the middle of a love engagement. I was saving her from a disaster.He put the cigarette in the cup and put the cup in the trash, going inside the building.SarahI find David's silence strange. He never shut the fuck up. Yes, he was quieter when reading, but now he was… strange.I sensed he was frustrated about something. Without thinking about what I was doing, I got up and near David's desk and asked:- David, what do you think of the contract?- Ummm? - The contract I give you to read.- Oh, sorry. It's a bad contract. It's a shit contract, to be honest. The profit the company makes from this is practically zero.- OK! - I say impressed. - Do you have any ideas for a counterpro
DavidI know I have a tail. Every time something happens or I go somewhere, my father knows exactly where I am. But whoever he is, he's good. Even someone with experienced eyes like me can't identify it.Nobody knows me. Well, that's not true. One person knows almost everything about me. Sousa, my partner.Not even Theo, my best friend, knows what I've been doing in the last four years that I haven't returned to the US.It's hard to keep this part of my life secret from Theo. I can trust him, but he would be in danger if he knew.My father doesn't even dream. No one dreams, in reality, that the only good thing he, my father, did for me was send me to England.God, I shudder to think what my fate would have been if he had decided to continue trying to shape me into his image.He thinks he can do it now, without the rebelliousness of my 16-year-old self, but I'm not the same person he sent away.However, when I searched Sarah's office and Simon's office here at home, I hadn't found any
SarahI knew this was crazy, but I couldn't resist him.All my senses told me to run from David Campbell, but his kisses made me forget the reality of my life and lose myself in pleasure.Everything about this was wrong and put me and my family in danger.- David, we can't. – I say without much conviction.- Do not think. Let your heart speak for you. You want me as much as I want you.- I'm engaged to your father. He will kill us.- You can't marry someone you don't love. You want me; you don’t want my father.- You don’t understand.- What do I don’t understand? What do you think will happen if you don’t marry him? Are you that afraid?- My life is not important. The important thing is to keep my family safe.I move away from him, knowing I let him desperate at the loss of contact.He follows me, traps me between him and the door, and searches for my lips.I try to resist, I swear I try, but the smell of his breath clouds my senses, and it’s impossible to resist.His hands ran over
SarahHe starts laughing, thinking I'm desperate.- There's no point in crying.- Please spare me. I'll do whatever you want.I can almost hear the pulleys rolling in the guy's head. The wound he had on his arm was superficial and no longer bleeding, which reminds me of Brian. I look at him, and he was breathing, but he was still unconscious and bleeding a lot. If the bleeding didn't stop, he wouldn't last long.- send the weapons here.I obey.- get undressed cow. I'm going to give you the biggest fuck of your life. Who knows, you might convince me to let you live using what you have between your legs.Good, he falls into the trap. I start to undress slowly. He could see me in, because I wasn't going to live long.- All. I want you lying naked in that same place.That's right, idiot. Because the knives are really here.I lie down and he looks at me with a lascivious look. The cap he had on his pants was visible.He puts the gun on the table.- don't do anything crazy. – he says witho
SarahHe starts laughing, thinking I'm desperate.- There's no point in crying.- Please spare me. I'll do whatever you want.I can almost hear the pulleys rolling in the guy's head. The wound he had on his arm was superficial and no longer bleeding, which reminds me of Brian. I look at him, and he was breathing, but he was still unconscious and bleeding a lot. If the bleeding didn't stop, he wouldn't last long.- send the weapons here.I obey.- get undressed cow. I'm going to give you the biggest fuck of your life. Who knows, you might convince me to let you live using what you have between your legs.Good, he falls into the trap. I start to undress slowly. He could see me in, because I wasn't going to live long.- All. I want you lying naked in that same place.That's right, idiot. Because the knives are really here.I lie down and he looks at me with a lascivious look. The cap he had on his pants was visible.He puts the gun on the table.- don't do anything crazy. – he says witho
SarahHe starts laughing, thinking I'm desperate. - There's no point in crying. - Please spare me. I'll do whatever you want. I can almost hear the pulleys rolling in the guy's head. The wound he had on his arm was superficial and no longer bleeding, which reminds me of Brian. I look at him, and he was breathing, but he was still unconscious and bleeding a lot. If the bleeding didn't stop, he wouldn't last long. - send the weapons here. I obey. - get undressed cow. I'm going to give you the biggest fuck of your life. Who knows, you might convince me to let you live using what you have between your legs. Good, he falls into the trap. I start to undress slowly. He could see me in, because I wasn't going to live long. - All. I want you lying naked in that same place. That's right, idiot. Because the knives are really here. I lie down and he looks at me with a lascivious look. The cap he had on his pants was visible. He puts the gun on the table. - don't do anything crazy. – h
SarahThe shots don't stop, and I don't have my weapons. The police didn't let me keep any. Idiots. And now? How I defend myself.Oreo looks at me without realizing what's going on. He never comes inside, and now I'm here clinging to him in the kitchen.As suddenly as the shots started, they stopped. I wouldn't know if the Interpol men won or if they were lying dead on the ground.No more shots were fired at my window, but that doesn't mean anything. They didn't expect me to be watched.- Stay. – I order Oreo, stretching out my index finger, and he lies on the floor.Carefully, I leave my hiding place, move close to the floor, and go to the counter, where I take a knife from the drawer. Then, still crawling, I go to the entrance and look outside.Nothing could be seen, which was a bad sign. If the police had won, they would certainly be coming here to find out if I was alive.I wait a few moments and nothing happens.Would they have killed each other mutually?Of course, expecting th
SarahAfter last night, the last thing I needed was to be woken up by Simon. When I pick up the phone, I can't help but roll my eyes.- Good morning, Simon. Don't tell me that David is in trouble again.- No. That idiot has a hangover. It serves him well. Anyway, I wanted to tell you to stop by my office before going to work. I need to talk to you face to face.- I'll be there as fast as possible, but did I do something wrong? I got David…- You did nothing wrong, my dear. I want you at my office. You don’t need to run; I’m still at my house.And he hangs up.“Fuck. What he won’t now? Hope it’s not sex.”I can stop a chill in my stomach.Flashback to hellAlone, locked in the office of the man who caused her father's death, she begs under the man's cold gaze.- Miss Scott, business is business. Your father knew the conditions when he accepted my money. What do I care if you're going to live on the street with your mother? That property is not even enough to cover the remaining debt.-
SarahTo my amazement, I smell freshly brewed coffee when I wake up.I get up, do my morning rituals, and get dressed for work. When I enter the kitchen, David is making scrambled eggs.He feels my presence, and turning his head back, and with a smile, he says:- Good morning, Sarah. I took the liberty of making breakfast. Sit down, and I'll serve you. There you have coffee, freshly squeezed orange juice, French toast, bacon, and... - he turns and pours some of the scrambled eggs onto a plate near me. - scrambled eggs.- Thank you for the breakfast, but you shouldn't have bothered yourself with me. I only drink coffee in the morning.- Oh, come on, Sarah. Just eat a little. You will not regret it. My French toast is the best you have ever had. - I roll my eyes. - At least keep me company.- My name is "Stepmother" or Miss Scott.David holds up his hands and grimaces. Sit down and start eating.I sigh and sit in front of him. Maybe eating a little wouldn't be that bad; the aroma of ba
- Do you think what she knows could harm us? - Anything can harm us, but she doesn't know anything to prove my involvement. Many things connect her to business more than to me. - And the wedding?- I already ordered everything to be canceled. I will publish that my fiancée has not yet been found and that the wedding has been postponed. - Dad, wouldn't it be wise to keep LA out of crime for now? Father is rich, and the business is legal… - Don't be stupid. No one can find the trail of what I do. As for legal business, I have an idea. - What idea? - Your brother will hate it, but it's the perfect solution. - What solution? - I ask, confused. - I will pass all legal business into your name. - You're right. Mickael won't accept it... - … and I'll pass on the other business to Mickael. Mickael wants to be the boss, and the business's value is five times what the legal business gives. Michael won't be upset... much. - Is the father going to retire? Don't be an idiot. I will ret