All Chapters of The Bargain : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Racheal turned away, and went to sit on a chaise. She felt numb, and sad. Watching how wretchedly sorry Steffan was had dissipated her anger.Was this the secret Delbert had been talking about? “Don’t hate me.” She heard Steffan say, and she looked up at him. Her heart sank at the way he looked. She may not be sure of anything in this crazy country she lived in, but she believed he did not kill that girl. She had never seen a man look this shattered about an event from his teen years. Spencer Sherrod had a huge role in this. He was the adult. He should have made his son do the right thing.She stood up, and returned to sit beside him on the bed again. She took his large face in her hands.“I could never hate you.” She said, and leaned her face against his. Silent sobs raked his body as he placed his head against her chest, holding her like he feared she would stand up and bolt.She held him tightly to herself, his hurt state crushing her heart again and again. “Does your mot

“You called me ma’am.” Zuri said.“Twenty minutes ago.” Racheal responded, looking up from the chart on her desktop. The chart showed all the expenditure from the visit to the camp. Supplies, and insurance. All a waste now. Zuri was frowning at her. “I had to finish up on one of your many assignments.” She said,“You do not even bother to hide it.” Racheal said, looking at the woman. Zuri’s anger and hate towards the Sherrod was so big she had difficulty pretending. Although she did not look like someone who could pretend anyway, she wore her heart on her sleeves.She reminded her of Jade. Maybe if they had met under different circumstances they would have got on well.Zuri said nothing. If she understood the meaning of what Racheal just said, she did not show it. Her face remained in a perpetual scowl.“Sit please.” Racheal said, watching her. The woman took one of the seats in front of her desk, and stared at her.“Sister or friend?”“What?” Zuri asked.“Was Mallorie your sis

Racheal stared at the glass-covered pool, thinking about Zuri. If Steffan was the one who wronged her, why was she transferring all the aggression to her?And that threat she had made? She had to tell Steffan about it.“Would you like lunch served?” Luna asked, standing behind her. The sun was beaming down brightly, and the air outside was hot.“Not yet.” Racheal said, turning back to look at them. “If someone tries to touch my stuff next time, please call me. If you cannot get to me, call Isaac.” Her maids bowed. She watched them leave, and stood on the balcony a few more minutes before returning to her bedroom, sliding the balcony door shut behind her. She dropped her phone on the bed, and went to the closet. She pulled the globe from the back of the closet, impressed at how her maids had put it in the same spot it had been in the old suite.She held the globe, looking at the pretty doll within. Her father was cunning, but such a cold-hearted man to use her favourite childhood

“How did you learn of this daughter?” Racheal asked in a small voice.She pressed the call button for her maids to come clear the table.“From one of the cops who was present when Delbert interviewed Ben.” Steffan replied, rubbing his head in exhaustion.“So you found out Delbert was not fabricating lies.” She teased.Steffan looked at her, and said nothing.“What are you not telling me? Why are you so irritated?” She asked. She missed the playful Steffan who could take a joke. He seemed to have disappeared since they returned to Yin, just like she had suspected he would.“It has nothing to do with you.” He said, standing up and walking around the table.He helped her up, and planted a kiss on her forehead. “Thank you for dinner.” “I did not make it.” She giggled.“It does not matter.” He said. “Come.” He took her hand, just as her maids walked in. They bowed to the couple as they walked past them, headed towards their bedroom.“Let’s soak together again.” He said, as he helped her

Isaac appeared with a tray, not long after Racheal took her seat behind her desk.“Ma’am. He said.She nodded toward the sitting area, and he went in with the tray and dropped it on the table.She turned back to the desktop, and finished looking at the sheets from yesterday.She was happy to mark the project as complete. She did not want to have to look at anything that reminded her of that camp.It was too painful.She hoped Spencer Sherrod would reap the fruits of his wickedness.First the journalist, now a whole camp that housed thousands of people. He had killed even his own citizens.If the news ever got out he would be cooked.Maybe she would do that, when she and Steffan were safely out of Yin, she would turn the information of what Spencer did to her father.If anyone would be able to make the man pay, it was her father.She stood up, and went to the sitting area.She took the napkin covering the tray off, and saw the usual breakfast. Toast, eggs, bacon, coffee, fruit juice, b