BLOODSUCKER

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Maeve was furious, how can the man she sleeps next to every night do something so despicable. Charles sat there examining the files. It was time to reveal the truth to his wife, it was time to tell her everything.

'Fucking say something then.' Maeve spat maliciously, Charles knew she was angry as Maeve rarely cursed.

'I'm so sorry Maeve. I had nothing to do with it. I promise you.' Charles spoke as he tried to comfort his wife but she backed her self into a corner signaling she didn't want him anywhere around her.

'Tell me everything you fucking know Charles. No lies, just the truth. That's all I ask of you.' Maeve spoke firmly.

September 2001

'I've been thinking.' Mrs Leclerc learning over her husband who sat at the desk across from her. 'I don't trust the Larsons. I don't trust they are not planning to hide Maeve for eternity. I'm going to assign someone to keep a close eye on Maeve, just so we know she is okay.'

'You've got something else on your mind.' Mr Leclerc spoke to his wife and he sorted some paperwork in a file.

'We can give Maeve a life she deserves. The Larsons have no means to provide for a daughter. I mean look what they did with Marcus! When Maeve comes to us in the years to come, she's going to hate what her parents have done and I know that's child will suffer like no other until the day she is brought here. They are poor people for crying out loud, she's going to have nothing and she's going to step into a life where she has everything in her grasp. The Larsons need to suffer more.' Mrs Leclerc sighed as she flicked through a file with the name August 1999 wrote on the front.

'What do you exactly have in mind? Personally I think they have suffered enough. We took the company from them, they are illegible to crate new companies, and we are guaranteed to have Maeve Larson when she is old enough to understand. What else can we possibly do?' Mr Leclerc focused on his wife, she scared him when she got like this. Mrs Leclerc wanted revenge.

'The moment our Charles and Maeve Larson are married. The Larsons are going to go to prison for there crimes. They really think that there daughters hand in marriage is going to magically makes the millions of debts disappear? God they are just as stupid as they look! Once that child is a Leclerc, the Larsons are going to suffer like never before.' Pascale smirked as she was satisfied with her plan.

April 2010

It was just a little of 10 years now until the Larsons meet their fate, only death can say save them now. Pascale had dragged her husband to a solicitors to create an update will for her family since her husband had recently diagnosed with a terminal illness.

'So, as of today, you all share 20% of the company, you are equals. Lorenzo, Charles and Arthur, all equally own 20%. When Maeve Larson comes into the equation, Charles shares are diluted to 10% as they are automatically divided. If either of you are too pass away, the survivor receives the remaining shares meaning you own 40% of the company. And then the day that neither of you are around, your 40% goes onto to Lorenzo as he is the oldest child. Do we understand?' The solicitor asked the Leclerc's to which they both nodded in agreement.

Once out of the office, Mr Leclerc stopped his wife in the street. 'Are you sure we are doing the right thing? Making Maeve an automatic holder despite what her parents did to us?'

'She is different love, I can tell she is nothing like her parents. Besides, you seem to forget I wasn't born a Leclerc and here I am running one of the most successful business in the industry. It's the right call, believe me.'