I had gotten under Carol’s skin, and become her friend, even though it was clear that she did not like me a lot. Who needed her to like me, anyway? I just needed to use her to do what needed to be done, after which she could go hang for all I care.As I said earlier, Carol proved to be the most foolish and accommodating person that I have ever met in my entire life, so much so that till today, I wonder what Sebastian saw in her, with all his intelligence. Maybe it was her big boobs. Intelligent men too fall for big boobs.Anyway, that’s by the way. Once I befriended Carol, I began to pry into her private life. She was very willing to talk, since she had no friends she could talk to, and she was already in love with Sebastian, who showed no signs of reciprocating her feelings. By this time, I had released Jessica, and during an ‘operation,’ one of my goons had shot at and injured her, instead of killing her, so she was in a coma in the hospital.Carol was worried about whether Sebastia

"Yes, she did. She went to attend one of her niece's weddings. If not for my ill health, I would have also gone to the wedding." Mr. James replied Carol."Oh okay. When will she be back?""She was going to come back today ... as soon as the wedding is over. She doesn't like to be away from me for too long, and neither do I like her being away. It's always been like that. However, I asked her to wait till tomorrow to do that. There's no point in her hurrying back. She should be able to spend some time with other people and not just with me in this death room." Mr. James said, chuckling weakly. Soon, he set his plate of food aside, having eaten only a minute fraction of it."Oh, don't bother yourself about that. The maid always piles up food on my plate, despite knowing I can't eat much. She probably hopes that doing so would force me to eat." He explained when he saw Carol glance at the uneaten food."It's quite a nice house that you have over here, Mr. James," I told him, after almost

"I told you to stop yelling. The headache is getting worse. Help me get to the bed so I can lie down. I'm too tired to sit." He told me. I glared at him, not moving an inch, and leaving him no choice but to stay put."You'll sit there and you'll answer all the questions I have. I want to know about the will. Do I and my brother have anything?""Please lower your voice. No one should hear about any of this. You and your brother will be settled outside the will. My wife can't know about it.""My wife can't know about it," I repeated mockingly, sneering at him. “It was because of this same wife that you abandoned us, wasn't it?""I never abandoned you guys...""Bloody liar! Don't lie to me! My mom told me all about it. Do you think I can’t remember that horrible day? The day you paid my mom off? I was there and I remember every single moment of it. I remember how my mom lay awake crying every night after that for weeks. Do you know what that does to a girl? It tears her apart, that's wha

"Naturally, I did not believe her one bit, and I was desperate to keep the fact that I had cheated on her from my wife, so I warned her to stay away from me. I believed that she was crazy, and soon after that, I moved away from that city and did not hear from her again, which was just as well as far as I was concerned. Seven years later, she showed up out of the blue and began to harass me, showing up at my factories and offices and seeking an audience with me by every means possible. This time, she was using drugs heavily and was desperate for a fix. She began to blackmail me, saying she would go to my wife and tell her everything. Since I was a hundred percent sure that I wasn't the one who got her pregnant, I asked for a paternity test, which shockingly, proved I was the father. I was devastated, as any man would be. I finally had it all... a happy family and a booming business, and now my happy family was going to crumble. The major problem was how I was going to inform my wife o

"I'll gladly take the blame for everything and let people believe that I was behind everything, just as you've made Sebastian believe. Just please leave the poor girl alone. She's suffered enough." Mr. James told me desperately."Ah, but there's a problem with that solution, and that problem is that she knows my face almost as well as I know my face, and knows that I tortured her, so I'll surely be an accomplice ... oh, I forgot. That is nearly not as bad as the fact that she will know that I also killed Victoria, or at least, ordered people to do it. No, no, your theory won’t work at all. Thanks, but no thanks. I'll stick to my initial plan ... or lack of it." I said, chuckling in amusement as I finished. I knew that I was talking too much, but I was so excited. Mr. James was already reacting to the drugs that I had slipped into his drink earlier, right under his nose. In a few minutes, he would be disoriented enough to loosen his guard and tell me where the will was, and then I cou