Abditory [H.S]

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This is the moment half the truth comes out. I suggest you set ur theories straight one last time <3

Tw: violence, blood.

Luella Jones

Eight hours ago.

"As you've noticed already, Zayn's my oldest son." George speaks after a while of just silence, his hands clasped at the front of the table with that basic, casual tone of his.

My brows raise in shock and my eyes widen. "Excuse me?"

I look back at Zayn to see him rolling his lips into his mouth, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Wha-" I turn back to George, surprised. "Harry has only mentioned a younger sister."

"They're Anne's children, Zayn is from my first wife." He starts to explain.

"You've been married before?" I furrow my eyebrows.

"Not on papers, but yes." He nods.

I sit there in silence for a minute, trying to comprehend all of this. I look back to see Zayn whispering something to Louis, right before I return my gaze to George.

"Wh-why are you telling me all of this?" I ask, shaking my head at how crazy all of this is.

"You asked." He shrugs.

"I asked why you kidnapped me." I state, looking astonished.

"This is the start of the story. It's really important. Just shut up, and listen." He waves his hand around. "Anyways, Zayn is 21, meaning he's three years older than Harry, and I want him to take over the company."

Eventually, I listen to his life story.

"My dad's an asshole who forced me to marry Anne because of some stupid family drama back in the 50s, I didn't have any choice because I basically needed to inhert the company sooner or later, and my father did not approve of Trisha. I married Anne, had Harry, then accidently Gemma."

I still don't understand what all of this has to do with me, but I'm not about to say no to some family tea.

"I don't want Harry to inhert the company." George states without any further explanation.

"Why not? He's pretty good at his job." I shrug, eyeing him.

"My father pretends Zayn died, so Harry's my oldest son in his eyes. And as the law states, it's supposed to be Harry, since Zayn doesn't particularly exist. However, I still want Zayn to have the company because of the years lost of his life. Plus, he deserves it more."

So this whole thing is about inheritance? Got it.

"And? Where do I fit in all of this?" I furrow my eyebrows, still not getting why he's acting like a storyteller.

"Your dad owes me fourty three thousand dollars."

My eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets as I stare at him like I didn't hear the number right, my jaw dropping in surprise. I turn to my father who's been completely silent, standing beside the door. He looks down shamefully, as if to confirm it's true.

"Why the fuck does my dad owe you that much money?" I look to see an amusement look on George's face.

"You live in my house." He smiles. "Did you really think your dad was paying rent those entire years, Luella?"

I gulp, not knowing how to answer to that. Sure, we weren't that financially supported, and my parents always fought over money, but I never expected my own father to stock that amount of money up his shoulders.