If I Lie : Book 2

69. I Don't Want You, I Want Revenge pt. 1

Foreword: This will all be broken down into parts as told by various POVS. Buckle up. 

Oh and a little dark opera to get your blood pumping. We all know what a bop this song is. 

Ashley POV

After work I made it home in no time, I had dashed against the clock before they could get back to their house after work. Before I could get inside my own house I went inside of Matthew and Corvina's, the house I once considered a home a week ago before I found out on my birthday just what kind of people they are. 

I wanted so badly to believe they were good, that I could spend a few good years here being a part of their family. But this was no longer about my comfort and luxury of denial, it was about getting out, getting even for Eliza after she told me time and time again they were no good. The consequences of their actions and mine would not only affect everyone but their daughter.  Felicia. I could not put the poor little girl in danger and surely she'd never forgive me for what I was going to do, but it wouldn't matter. She did not know what they were doing, she is the most innocent in all this. 

Once I was inside of the house I would only have two minutes before they came back and were going to get ready for the fashion show. I rushed as fast as a pregnant woman could for six months, taking my stomach along with me in tow to the study, and turned the knob, stepping inside of the mysterious study, it was all new to me. The room was seedy and strange, it smelled of sex in the walls too. . . As though someone had sex here a few hours ago. 

Worse, there were pictures of me all over the room. Some of Eliza and the rest of our adult family members, with color-coded sticky notes and pictures of the buildings we owned. Mainly our properties in New York, France and here in California. Our employees were being targeted or at least I thought they were when I saw red button icons on their pictures. 

This couldn't be right, they wouldn't resolve to murder, would they? Corvina may be primed for revenge based on some kind of jealousy but murder? No. She wasn't capable. Bombings? This was too much even for them. I could not fathom something as destructive as this but if Joss was able to be an agent of chaos like this and still the world's best step-sister and a great aunt then perhaps evil people like Matthew and Corvina can do sweet things too. 

I looked inside the drawer of the desk to find loads upon loads of files. Evidence. They were bankrupt and Eliza took their company right from under them and tripled the business' worth, it was better off in her hands than in Corvina's but Corvina could hardly accept that she had her business taken from her rightfully by the highest bidder. . . Or that she fucked up with her father's legacy and somehow he managed to give her this home to that she may start over again. 

Maybe for Eliza it was personal because Corvina and I had sex when she was being kidnapped by Alex but now they were going tit for tat over something that was way in the past. I wasn't a deciding factor for peace at all; No, I was a pawn that they used. 

It was no doubt whatever they were doing now wasn't real work. For all, I know they have been keeping tabs on the family during their free time when I wasn't around. Time was ticking, I had taken pictures of the files and the evidence around the room, the board with our pictures and connections on it. Everything in here was evidence, it reeked of deceit and hatred. 

I left the room before it was too late, leaving everything back as it was found before I closed the door behind me. I carried my belly with me, preparing for a sprint down the stairs and out of the house. It didn't come to me until I was outside of their house, I had experienced a flash of warm and cold nausea in a tornado, spinning around in my head that traveled to my throat, in a searing burn. Acid. A disruption entered my stomach, a wavering inside to the right.