Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 94092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Her gaze darts to the shattered porcelain, then back to me, searching for answers, and the sight of her bewilderment gives me a twisted sense of satisfaction in my gut.
“Don’t play dumb,” I spit, my hands shaking as I pull my phone from my pocket, my fingers fumbling with the screen. “You think I didn’t see it? The way Max looks at you, like he wants to fuck you?” I tap the screen, pull up the video, and shove it toward her. The grainy footage shows Max and her in the pool, their bodies tangled, his hands gripping her, their moans faint but unmistakable.
“You recorded us?” she gasps, staring at the screen.
“Yes, I did,” I say triumphantly. I sure wiped that high mighty condescending look off her face.
She looks up from the screen. A stupid expression on her stupid face. “Why?”
“Because I knew what the mice would get up to when the cat’s away.”
She shakes her head. “But…”
“I first saw it at your father’s funeral,” I say, my voice low and deadly. “The hunger in his eyes. I couldn't understand it. It could be true, it was sick, but then, I had a hunch, and I followed my instinct. So I made you irresistible—invited you here, dolled you up, let you play the perfect aunt, then I left you alone with him. I planned it all, Amelia, just so you could expose yourself and literally screw him. And now I have the evidence I need to ruin him. To get all I want from him. I could have left a long time ago. I’ve never met a man as cold as him, and I felt doomed. But with the prenup I signed, I would have gotten almost nothing. With this video though, thanks to you he’s fucked. So… Thank you very much, sweet Aunt Amelia. Thank you for screwing your beloved brother and getting me everything he owns."
I laugh out loud. Even to my ears, I sound quite fabulously evil.
"I never thought it was going to be this easy. Now, I don’t even need to hire a lawyer or fight him in court. This video, this evidence is all I need. If he doesn’t give me what I want, then this video will be released to the world. So everyone will know what a depraved pervert he is. His fancy friends, his business partners—they’ll love knowing he loves to fuck his sister. No judge will let him near Jason after that. Fucking his own sister, how disgusting. He will lose everything in a flash, and you… well. I guess you’ve got nothing to lose, have you, you pathetic, sick whore."
I watch with utmost satisfaction as Amelia’s face drains of color, her knees buckle, and she drops to the floor.
“Sara, you—” Her voice breaks, her eyes meet mine, wide with shock. Still, though, there is an unmistakable defiance that makes my blood boil.
“You’re a monster,” she whispers, her voice trembling but gaining strength. “I felt guilty about you, about this, but you—you planned this? You used me. You even used Jason?”
If she thought her words would sting me, she is dead wrong. I laugh, a cold, bitter sound.
“Guilty? Are you really trying to play the victim here when you’re the one sleeping with my husband, Amelia? Are you really trying to act like a saint?”
She rises from the floor, her eyes blazing, and her voice steady despite the tears glistening in her eyes.
“You missed one thing, Sara,” she says quietly. “Yes, I did sleep with your husband, but he’s not my brother. He’s not even my half-brother. Max and I aren’t related. My father lied to him to keep him away from me when we were young. This is what he told me before he died. We’re not half-siblings. I didn’t tell Max because I didn’t want to destroy your family, and I definitely did not want to hurt Jason. But now, I can see that my caution was for absolutely nothing. You don’t care about Jason and you categorically don’t give a damn about Max. At best, what you have is an infidelity argument, which I believe, is taken care of by your prenup agreement."
My heart stops, disbelief ramming into me like a boulder.
"What? You’re not siblings? You’re lying,” I hiss, my voice shaking. My hands clench into fists. “You’re making this up to save yourself. You conniving whore.”
Amelia shakes her head, her gaze cold, resolute, cutting through me like a knife. “A DNA test will prove it. One simple swab, and you’ll know the truth. All your machinations are for nothing. You’ve got no leverage, Sara.”
Her words are like a hammer, shattering my certainty. I stumble back in horror. The video, my plan, my leverage—it’s all slipping through my fingers. All I can see is her, Queen Bitch, standing there, defiant, tearing my world to shreds with her bare hands.