The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 31

The Art Of Revenge by MK20 Gab Chapter 31 Brandon’s Pov

Every time Jessica showed up on the screen in tears, she stared at her and laughed out loud. I could tell she’d never drunk that much booze before because she was so inebriated. She giggled sweetly as I glanced at her.

Was it the unpleasant sex offer I made to her or should I have not allowed her to drink? I thought to myself, trying to decipher what was going on in her head.

My stomach made a rumbling noise, snapping me out of my thoughts. She laughed out loudly. “Are you hungry,” she inquired. “Let me prepare you a meal.” But I declined. We both didn’t want her to set fire to the house.

She implored, “But Brandon, you’re starving.”

” You are not in the condition to cook, I can contact Nestor and have him deliver us pizza,” I said, causing her to jump up in excitement, she was in the mood for pizza. “Which flavor is your favorite?” I inquired. There were a lot of little things about her that I had no idea of.

She said, “Pepperoni.”

I shrugged; I despised pepperoni, even though it was everyone’s favorite, it was not my type.

“Do you prefer romantic or crime novels?” I inquired, trying to find out if we had anything in common.

“Crime,” she replied.

“Great,” I thought to myself, at least we shared one thing in common.

“Game of Thrones or Lord of the Rings?”

“ Lord of the Rings,” she replied.

Another thing in common I added to the score. “On a thirsty day, a glass of milk or a glass of water?”

She said, “Milk.” I was practically giddy with delight. We had a lot of small things in common, not big things, but small things that people normally argued about or debated about.

“What’s with all the silly questions?” she asked. “Have you spoken to Nestor? I miss him,” she remarked, putting a damper on my good mood.

I scowled and stared at her for a long time, almost canceling the order, but I was starving. I’d never felt so hungry before.

She got up and was ready to go and get another bottle of wine when I swiftly grabbed the remote and shut the cellar door.

“Brandon, no!” she screamed.

“Thalia, you’ve had enough,” I told her. “You should be watching your enemies crumble, not drinking yourself to death.” As she proceeded to the other side of the bed, she came to a halt and averted her sight.

“Let’s simply wait for the pizza,” I said, “it’s been years since I’ve had one.”

“I’m just trying to wrap my head around the reality that I am going through with destroying Josh’s life,” she explained.

“Thalia, we’re not nearly halfway through, but we can stop here since Josh will never be the same man again, believe me.

We’ve already set him up for failure,” I added, but she remained silent, her gaze fixed on Jessica in Josh’s hospital room, who was crying.

She cleared her throat and said: “Imagine Jessica’s sorrow when she learns I’m carrying Josh’s baby, imagine when she learns I’ll be the only one capable of bearing a Gentex’s heir?”

I stared at her, her eyes steely, as she turned to face me. They looked nothing like they did when I first met her, and I didn’t like what I was seeing.

I was bleeding a lady full of resentment and anger, a woman I wasn’t sure would finish what she’d started. And the sad reality was that it was all my idea, and there was no way for me to persuade her otherwise. I figured the least I could do was prepare her in case something went wrong while I was no more.

“When will I be inseminated, and how will the cover story fit in if Josh has already had the surgery?” she wondered, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I rubbed my head, remembering the cover narrative. My head was quite fuzzy, and I was not sure how I forgot or sk*pped that important aspect.

“I believe you can come in and play the smart game; Josh will be too preoccupied with obtaining custody or in shock to care about how his sperm ended up in you,” I responded.

“You screwed up the plan?”

“No, I didn’t, but we can still claim he cheated on Jessica on their wedding night,” I responded, but she shrugged, causing me to become enraged.

“Listen to me, you brainless brat, I’m doing this out of kindness, and I’m actually straining my brain to put things together for your stup*d revenge!” I lost my cool and yelled at her. She averted her gaze without saying anything, then turned around and apologized.

I put my tablet down and said, “Thalia, can we watch the show together? If this is truly what you want, let’s have a good time laughing at your enemies.”

“I was having a good time until you shut the cellar door,” she responded.

“No, you were trying to hide behind the booze, and this isn’t the case.”