“Those things are just bluffs! You made them up!”
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Marco finally yelled after finding his voice, but I almost ldighdf cause for someone iming to not be guilty right now, he sure as hell looked guilty as hell.
“You look guilty, Marco. There’s no use denying any of this. You and father have put people in jail for ims you bothmitted, you’vemitted a lot of crimes, stolen a lot of money and so many more things<b>… </b>and I have proof of everything on my list. Do you seriously need me to keep listing them?” <b>I </b>nced over at my father at the end of my sentence and he exhaled sharply, his face twisted in rage as he stared at me like he was gonna strangle me through the screen.
“You’re lying, you’re-” Marco was still speaking when our father shot him a sharp look.
“Silence!”
Marco instantly swallowed his words, and I felt bad for him cause he had always been super scared of our father, and he never got to outgrow that fear. Unlike him, I was more like a problem child since I could remember, so I never had a phase where I was scared of my father.
“Didn’t I ask you to clean up all traces?!” Our father continued, his voice harsh and hard, and Marco flinched, his head downcast.
“I did clean it up! I did! I don’t know how he got a hold of all that.” Marco responded after a few moments but our father scoffed.
“Clearly you didn’t do a good job! You fucked up somewhere as usual.”
Marco flinched again, and this time, I felt the urge to defend him from our father.
When we were growing up, I used to protect Marco from oir father as best as I could. I’d take the fall for most of his crimes and get punished in his stead. Our mother never cared enough to ever intervene, her only concern was thetest fashion trends till date.
“What do you want?” My father’s words pulled me back to the present, and his angry eyes were on me when I focused on him again.
“Sign off the will, back off without a fight, then all these crimes of yours would stay between us all forever<b>.</b>” 1 revealed, watching as his jaw clenched tightly in anger. He shot a nce over at Marco who cowered into
himself.
“This wouldn’t be happening if you had married that girl, you fool.” Our father gritted out at <b>Marco </b><b>who </b>pointedly avoided his gaze.
“Enough ming Marco already.” I snapped, ignoring the way Marco’s eyes shot upward <b>to </b>stare at <b>me </b><b>with </b><b>clear </b>surprise, and fully focusing on my father who seemed to grow more serious.
“You foolish <b>son </b>of <b>mine</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>He <b>stated </b><b>as </b>he regarded me but I rolled my eyes <b>as </b>I <b>rxed </b><b>in my </b>seat.
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“Are you gonna sign the will off to me or not? I don’t have all day.” I demanded.
“We can’t just give all of it to you.” He growled and Iughed as I rolled my eyes.
“But that’s what you two were gonna do to me. You were gonna take it all and leave me with nothing. Why can’t I do the same?” I drawled.
I never nned to take Marco off the willpletely anyway. I wasn’t as heartless as them.
“You just can’t.” My father continued in a hard voice. “You’ll run thepany to the grounds. You never sat still to learn how to run it. Only Marco can still run it smoothly.” He pointed out, which wasn’t <i>a </i>lie.
Working in an office every damn day never appealed to me, and I never nned to take Marco off running thepany, he’ll just now have to answer to me and not my father.
“Marco will still run thepany, but I call the shots, that is all.” I drawled, and again, Marco had shock written all over his face.
Like he couldn’t believe I wasn’t kicking him to the curb.
Well, not everyone is as heartless as himself and father, for one.
“W- what about me?” My father demanded and I snorted.
“You get morning.”
His eyes widened and he leaned forward, pping his hands on the table. “You can’t do this to me!”
I shrugged. “I can. You betrayed grandfather, kicked me out just cause I won’t follow your sick footsteps and you forced Marco <i>to </i>follow your footsteps and beliefs. You get nothing from me, father.” I said in a firm voice, my gaze unwavering, and by the time I was done, my father looked like he mightbust from anger.
“You’ll regret this.” He growled and I rolled my eyes.
“Send over your signature before you start doing that. Thanks.” I crooned, watching as he pulled out of the
zoom call.
He was undoubtedly gonna send the signature cause he wouldn’t like his mess to see the light of the day.
Marco looked awkward with just the two of us left.
“Why aren’t you kicking me out?” He asked bluntly and I shrugged.
“We’re brothers.” I stated.
His lips thinned. “You didn’t remember that when you were fucking Addison?”
My mind instantly went to Addison as soon as she got mentioned, and her face materialized in my mind, which I quickly shoved to the back of my mind, cause I have no business imagining her face in my mind.
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“She <b>was </b>your ex, and I never knew that.” <b>I </b>stated calmly and he scoffed again.
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“Well, she dumped you after I asked her to. Despite all you said, her heart was still with me at the end of the day.” He grinned this time, looking pleased as hell, and I felt bad for Addison cause she clearly didn’t know. what she was walking into, just as he continued.
“We’re gonna get back together, and you better not ever entertain getting together with her ever again.”
I reminded myself again that whatever he did with Addison was none of my business <b>as </b>I nodded. “Of course. I wouldn’t ever dream of it. What I had with her is already in the past after we ended things.”
Marco looked very pleased. “Good.”