The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 44

Thalia’s pov

I sat on the bed watching Josh lose his mind. I had no idea how Brandon was managing to place cameras everywhere they went but I was glad I was able to follow all the updates.

It was satisfying to watch the stup*d man panicking and losing it and the icing on the cake was the fact that he had no idea that we were watching him.

Both Jessica and Victor looked like a mess, all their expensive clothes and jewelry that they bought with my money seemed to itch against their flesh, they stopped putting them on and only wore plain comfortable clothing.

Gentex was receiving lawsuits from all corners of the world.  Somehow Brandon had managed to malfunction even the products that were sold overseas. I could only imagine how much money that cost.

I doubt the Nelsons were even sleeping, the other day Josh went into his office with the same suit. He looked all scruffy and his beards were a mess and all over the place.

I bet his hair was as smelly as mine was, I wanted him to pass through all the phases of hell that I went through.

I wanted him to know that hell was real, just like I felt and found out. I bet they had planned a perfect life after they were married but all that came crumbling down all thanks to Brandon. He promised to give him the test of a very worse hell.

The couple was supposed to be enjoying their honeymoon but they were dirty, probably smelling like sh*t and trying to hold on to the rags of Gentex that Brandon was going to leave them with.

I trusted Brandon completely, he assured me he had a strategy to revive my company and rebrand it for me.

He was somewhat beginning to scare the living life out of me, the man was dying but he was still if not the most powerful and untouchable man in the world. No one even dared to help Josh, Brandon had made sure of that.

While Josh was busy guessing who was sabotaging his company, the culprit was busy exercising for our sex deal though I had noted a drastic change in his mood.

He was in one of the rooms busy working out. The Jerk was eager to have sex with me after I delivered my baby which I was yet to get confirmation if the first procedure worked.

I had no idea whether to laugh or feel sorry for him. I only made a deal with him to see if he really wanted to have sex with me.

It was some kind of joke, to be honest. But to my shock he began working up early every morning, doing his morning run and simple exercises.

At first, I gave him a day, thinking he was going to give up due to tiredness or fatigue, three days elapsed and he went on exercising.

I noticed that during those three days he never lost consciousness or had an episode. Maybe exercising was the trick, we were going to hold on and watch. But one thing I noted was that he distanced himself from me, unlike other days where he was all over me and trying to eat my cleavage or sleep with me.

Somehow I missed the attention, I couldn’t hide that fact. I had no idea why he chose to distance himself, maybe it was because time was catching up with him and he did not want me to be attached to him. Somehow I had gotten used to the unpredictable Brandon.

I looked up the screen and Josh talking about Melisa and Derrick got my attention. Somehow his tired useless brain thought my father’s old allies were behind the sabotage.

I almost burst out laughing, my father’s ghost was haunting him, no matter how hard he had earlier tried to portray himself as a free man.

I quickly got up and ran to Brandon’s Gym room. In the weeks I had been staying in the house I had gotten to know the ins and outs of all the rooms.

I walked in and found him seated on the treadmill, he looked so tired and defeated. His eyes looked like he was from crying, they were swollen red, or maybe he had been scratching them or something.

On any given day I would have burst out laughing, teasing him but he looked miserable. I felt sorry for him, I felt really sad. He was really trying to beat the disease but it was knocking him back, flat a*s.

I walked to the mill and took a seat.

“I think you should call it a day,” I said to him but he only maintained his gaze on the floor.

“Brandon?” I called again.

“I have exactly less than a week,” he said, his face still fixed on the floor.

“I have a week to test for the pregnancy,” I said, ignoring his statement. He looked up at me and gave me a fake smile. “I have given my detailed outlines of the plan to Nestor should I kick the bucket,” he stated.

I rolled my eyes. He was talking like he had given up already. I was not going to believe that he was dying. I held his hand and said, “You are not going anywhere, you are going to be there till the end of the plan,” I stated.

He quickly let go of my hand and looked away. Yes, I was giving him force hope and I knew it was not fair on his part.

“What do you want?” he asked?

“I Beg your pardon?” I replied, confused.

“Why were you looking for me?” he asked.

I only stared at him, I forgot the reason why I had walked all the way to the gym. He gave out the fake smile again, it was irritating that he could not even give out a genuine smile. “Did you miss me that much?” he asked.

I quickly hit the back of his head knowing full well why I was looking for him. Josh was going after Melissa and Derick.

We needed to find a way for the two of them to lie on my behalf. I was very sure they were not under his parole and I was very much sure that they couldn’t accept to be put on his payroll.

He chuckled and asked for my phone where he wrote a text to them and asked me to wait.