The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 24

The Art Of Revenge

Thalia’s Pov

I sat in the tub, tears streaming down the drain. Brandon was correct about the feelings of inadequacy resurfacing. There was no way of coming back after being so cross and so sure of taking one’s own life. Among the two people that stood on that bridge, he was the lucky one.

He was going to die while I was going to live with that shadow of suicide hovering over my back, waiting for an opportunity to enter. An idle mind was indeed the devil’s workshop. I looked over, I couldn’t comprehend how my eyes could shed so many tears.

I could hear a wheelchair as the door opened, but I remained in my folded position, unwilling to speak to anyone. I ignored him as he cleared his throat and called my name.

He added, “Thalia, sobbing won’t fix anything, and you shouldn’t have watched the foolish wedding!” He stated but I ignored him.

“Okay, fine, we’re running out of time.” He gritted his teeth and said “I looked for a quick approach to take control of Gentex but came up empty-handed. Josh was precise in his take over; he paid attention to the smallest details,” he said, bringing more tears to my eyes.

I was very much aware a month would be insufficient to bring Josh down, but I had faith in Brandon because he was wealthy, and the wealthy always seemed to get what they wanted. To make matters better, it was part of his job description to bring businesses down.

But there he was, reminding me of how well Josh had f**ked me up. I raised my head to face him, my eyes red and swollen from crying, and asked if he had anything new that I didn’t know. He looked away, avoiding eye contact. I sensed he was on to something, but I was hesitant to say anything. It was past time for him to stop treating me like an egg.

“Brandon, just say it,” I said in a low voice.

“I discovered a clause in the paperwork that allows you to control half of the company which would pave for access to the other shares,” he said.

My eyes widened, but his tone was off; he was meant to be making sarcastic remarks, but he was dead serious.

“What? Please tell me, “You’re making me uneasy.”

“Thalia What I’m about to propose to you will alter your life forever, and it will necessitate sacrifice…”

“I told you I’d kill him earlier, just say it!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. I was furious and didn’t want him to be mincing words.

I wanted Josh’s head on a plate, dead or alive. After seeing Brandon lying on the bed half dead, it hit me. Josh did not deserve a single day of happiness, not when I was still alive. I was going to take him to hell with me.

He took a deep breath and stated, “There is a condition that distributes at least 60% shares to the first child. I know your father was very particular on that clause and he was very explicit in underlining the shareowner’s first child and his or her first spouse.”

I rolled my eyes, the shares were not mine, I had handed them to Josh on a silver platter, so I looked at him perplexed.

“Thalia, you are Josh’s first wife, whether divorced or not. And if you and Josh have a kid, the shares will be immediately given to the child,” he said as I began to freeze.

A memory quickly flushed, my father had emphasized on that clause. It was on the eve of my wedding when he walked into my room and said something like if Josh ever cheated on me or had another woman pregnant.

I recalled being irritated when he brought up the subject; the night was meant to be about celebrating my last night as a single person, but he had to ruin it with clauses I didn’t want to hear about.

Then it dawned on me that he was merely looking out for my best interests, I kept my lips shut. He may not have totally trusted Josh, but he was willing to risk the marriage for his friend’s sake as long as I accepted.

I felt a wave of shame when I realized he had me covered all the time, but I was too st*pid to notice, so I ended up signing off on his lifetime of hard work, all his sweat drained and flushed down the toilet.

“Thalia?” Brandon yelled out my name, “Thalia!”

“You don’t have to agree; a child is set of a new game. Mandel is still on the table as a present for you when I die,” he said but I was not interested in his company, I wanted what my father labored for.

“What if Jessica and Josh had a child?” I asked, ignoring his last statement.