Secrets of the Solomons

(Chapter 2: The Victim) 1. Peter:

*10 days prior to the attempted murder*

How dare she?! After everything I've done for her, she went ahead and betrayed me. Fiona shouldn't have been the one selected by Father. It was supposed to be me! I was supposed to be his successor.

I dedicated my life to pleasing Father and proving my worth, only to have Fiona swoop in and steal the opportunity from me. It's infuriating to think that all my efforts were in vain while she reaps the rewards of my hard work.

How can my own daughter steal my position?! I understand if she gave it up, decided not to perform her duties as successor, and went against her grandfather. But she went against me. Not him, and she even dared to threaten my life. This betrayal is unforgivable.

I never imagined that my own flesh and blood would turn against me in such a ruthless manner. It's not just about losing the position; it's the deep sense of betrayal and disrespect that cuts me to the core. I can't help but question where I went wrong as a parent and how I could have raised someone capable of such treachery.

Before I could think, I turned the desk upside down out of frustration. I gritted my teeth. I felt utterly helpless. She had some nerves turning against me. I sat on the black leather couch and reviewed her social media. I saw a picture of her with her mother, who is my wife. The post captioned, "My beloved and I."

A sadistic smile formed on my face. It's time I taught her a lesson she would always remember. The consequences of her actions would be severe and everlasting. As I plotted my revenge, a wave of anger and disappointment washed over me. How had I failed to see the signs of her betrayal? I couldn't help but question where I had gone wrong in raising her, feeling deeply regretful. As I contemplated my next move, a chilling determination settled within me—she would soon learn the true cost of her actions, and it would be a lesson she would never forget.

I could always get a new wife. And she's gotten old. It was time for Fiona to feel true pain. I would make sure of it. I would ensure it, even if it meant destroying everything she held dear. I would make her regret crossing me. No matter the cost,.

She was my favorite child. That's why I won't kill her. Hopefully, this will teach her a lesson she will remember. For her, it will be a matricide. For her, it will be a harsh awakening to the consequences of her betrayal. I would ensure that Fiona's actions would haunt her for the rest of her life, leaving her with a heavy burden of guilt and remorse.

It would be cheap. What would her reaction be when she found out the cost of her mother's life was only 25,000 dollars? I would revel in her disbelief and watch as the realization of her own insignificance sank in. The price of her mother's life, a mere drop in the ocean compared to the weight of her actions, would be a bitter pill for Fiona to swallow.

But I wouldn't stop there. No, I would make sure that Fiona's punishment extended far beyond. I would orchestrate a series of events that would constantly remind her of the pain and suffering she had caused. Every day, she would wake up to reminders of her betrayal, whether it be through anonymous messages, haunting dreams, or chance encounters with the people whose lives she had forever changed.

I would ensure that Fiona felt the weight of her actions in every aspect of her life. Her relationships would crumble as friends and loved ones turned their backs on her, unable to trust someone who had proven herself to be so heartless. Her career would suffer as her reputation became tarnished and opportunities slipped through her fingers. Even her own conscience would never let her forget, as guilt and remorse ate away at her from the inside out.

And as Fiona's world crumbled around her, I would be there, lurking in the shadows, reveling in her despair. I would watch as she desperately tried to make amends, only to be met with rejection and scorn. The realization of her own insignificance would finally sink in, as she realized that no amount of money or apologies could ever undo the damage she had caused.

The bitter pill of regret would be Fiona's constant companion, a reminder of the irreversible consequences of her betrayal. She would be left to grapple with the knowledge that her actions had not only cost her mother's life but had also destroyed her own sense of self-worth and happiness. And as she struggled to find redemption, I would take solace in knowing that justice had been served and that Fiona would forever be haunted by the choices she had made.

It wouldn't matter if she gave up the position. This would be the cost of her going against me.