The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 56

I stepped into the house, my head aching from a night spent in a brothel. At the same moment, my entire body smelled like trash.

Yes, I was tumbling down the rabbit hole, but there was nowhere to hide my humiliating shame.

Three months ago I was on top of the world but three months later the wolves had decimated a booming company with the potential to employ thousands and generate a large amount of revenue for the country down the pit latrine.

My father was still clinging to the company’s shards, while I was on the edge of giving up. It was not worth it, I had lost the majority of my property, or should I say all property, even the property that I had before I took over Gentex.

The company was definitely cursed and anyone who tried to go against it or stole it and was doomed to lose everything.

Because of the tainted Nelson name, no one was interested in doing business or buying my property. People didn’t want to be affiliated with our name, even though the Thalia allegations and case were dropped because there was no sufficient evidence.

I would have liked to sell at full price but I was fortunate to find a last-minute buyer. However, I was forced to sell at a cheap price because I was in a tough spot. It was painful to watch everything I had worked for and sacrificed so hard for falling before my eyes.

If Thalia was still alive, I’m sure she would be laughing at me wherever she was.

I staggered to the stairwell, where I found Jessica seated at the top of the final step. She had one of those icy stares that would make any man tremble and fall to his knees. She was hurt but there was nothing I could do.

I was hurting too and she was not the only victim in everything like I had earlier assumed. We were all victims, her for marrying me while I was a victim for agreeing to get tangled in my father’s quest for revenge.

But something was strange, I always imagined walking into the house one day and finding her packed and gone, yet she was still at my side for mysterious reasons. I had a feeling my father had a long conversation with her because for unknown reasons she always followed whatever my father told her.

“What’s up?” The stillness was broken when she spoke. “I have prepared breakfast In the kitchen,” she added.

I locked my gaze on her; she never made breakfast, was a bad cook, and despised being in the kitchen. Something was wrong, but I didn’t want to find out what it was, I had already had enough drama for three months.

“Thank you,” I answered, “but I’m not hungry.” I could see her eyes becoming colder and her face shrinking up, she did not like my reply.

“Gentex will rise again after we pay the last lawsuit, but I don’t see that happening with your stupid behavior!” She screamed and hurled a glass of wine inches away from me. I clenched my cheek and took a deep breath.

She took graceful steps down the stairwell to where I was standing. She shrieked inches from my ears, “There has to be something for me at the end of this nonsense!”

I chuckled and said, “I don’t know what lies my father planted in your head, but let me formally inform you that the company is already in the dirt but if your standards have dropped you are free to hang around,” I said as I turned to face her.