Secrets We Keep

7 (WILL)

The golden shine of the morning sun radiates into my bedroom– the golden hue highlighting all of Lorrie's facial features. She's beautiful... I think as I slowly got out of bed, her hair got tangled in my arm. Too bad I can't enjoy it forever. She knows about the diamond. She knows I've had it all this time. She can't know. She mustn't know. She can never know.

She knows too much. As much as I like her, even as her husband, she must die. I told her already. She already knows, I know she's just waiting, patiently waiting until I strike. Erik played her well, fooling her into believing she could be vulnerable... adorable. I don't know how I didn't notice how gullible she truly was until now. I wonder why Rodriguez hasn't done her part. She should've done it while she got Lorrie drunk... that would've been perfect. While she's drunk I could've killed her. But just being married and then the bride is dead? Too obvious. We need to think ahead.

I wear my slippers nearby and head out the door, greeted by my bodyguards and entourage. If there's one thing I need to do first before getting rid of Lorrie... is to gain her trust.

Maybe then I can dispose of her the same way I did Malachi... I wonder how she'll react when she realizes he's alive...

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"...so when are you going to tell her that Malachi's alive? Will?" Erik's voice snaps me into the present– into reality.

"I don't know, and I don't care. After all, the day she finds out or even figures it out I will kill her. I can promise you that." I forcefully cut into my steak as I chewed angrily. Why did I spare her? I should've just killed her while I had the chance... maybe I've let her suffer enough. I know she doesn't like me, what's the point of forcing her to marry me? I scoot my plate away and excuse myself from the table, the maid coming around to pick it up. I turn around, facing the living room, Lorrie and Rodriguez chatting about Lord knows what. Maybe Rodriguez is finally doing what I've asked her to do? Maybe she's finally going to engage in the second part of the plan. I guess I was staring for too long because Rodriguez gave me a look of annoyance as she tried to shoo me away. She's lucky I need her for this plan to work, if she wasn't a valuable person– I would've killed her, instantly. Nobody but me needs to be close to Lorrie. She belongs to me.

Till death do us part.