Forget me not [Yandere Family x Reader]

Chapter 29 - Unexpected

I sat in my room, a sly grin spreading across my face. My plan was finally coming together. I had carefully manipulated the situation to drive a wedge between this family, and now it was all about to come to a head.

Suddenly, raised voices reached my ears from downstairs. I perked up, straining to hear the argument unfold. It seemed the sons were confronting their father about his recent behavior and questionable business dealings.

Perfect, I thought, this is exactly what I wanted.

"How could you do this to us? To the family business?" I heard Leonard shout, his voice laced with anger. "Everything you've built, you're just throwing it all away!"

"Don't be so dramatic," the father scoffed. "I know what I'm doing. This is for the good of the company."

"The good of the company?" Stefen interjected. "Or the good of your own ego and bank account?"

"And what about Y/N, huh?" Leonard yelled, his voice cracking with emotion. "You threatened to kill me if I spent too much time with her, even though it was your idea in the first place!"

I felt a surge of excitement as the father's silence confirmed the accusation. This is going even better than I had hoped.

"You're trying to take her away from us, aren't you?" Stefen accused, his voice dripping with venom. "You always have to have everything, don't you? Even if it means destroying your own family in the process!"

Julian, who had been silent up until this point, finally spoke up. "I always knew you were a selfish bastard, but this? This is a new low, even for you."

The argument continued to escalate, with both sides refusing to back down. Insults were thrown, old wounds were reopened, and the family's dirty laundry was aired for all to see. I could practically feel the tension radiating through the walls.

Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the house, followed by a deafening silence. My heart raced with excitement.

Had one of them finally snapped?

Had my plan succeeded beyond my wildest dreams?

I waited with bated breath, listening for any sign of movement or further conflict. But the house remained eerily quiet.

I couldn't contain my glee. My plan had worked perfectly. The family was in shambles, the sons were at odds with their father, and the future of the family business hung in the balance. All thanks to my careful manipulation and the power of a well-timed argument.

As I sat in my room, savoring the success of my manipulations, a sudden loud bang echoed through the house. My heart raced as I strained to hear what was happening downstairs.

Cautiously, I crept to the window and peered out. To my shock, I saw the sons dragging a limp body across the lawn, followed by a group of frantic maids. They quickly dug a shallow grave and unceremoniously dumped the body inside, hastily covering it up.

My mind reeled as I tried to process what I was witnessing.

Had my plan spiraled out of control?

Had one of the sons actually killed their father? The realization sent a chill down my spine.

I retreated back to my bed, my hands trembling. Sleep evaded me as I tossed and turned, plagued by the images seared into my mind. What had I done? This was never supposed to happen. I had simply wanted to tear the family apart, not cause an outright murder.

As the night wore on, I found myself jumping at every creak and groan of the old house. 

What if they come for me next? 

The thought filled me with a paralyzing terror. I pulled the covers over my head, willing myself to drift off, but the anxiety refused to subside.

The next morning, I cautiously emerged from my room, my eyes darting around for any sign of the family. To my surprise, the father was nowhere to be seen. A sinking feeling settled in the pit of my stomach as the realization dawned on me.

I did this. I pushed them too far, and now someone is dead because of me.

Despite the overwhelming guilt and fear, I forced myself to remain calm and composed. I couldn't risk drawing any unwanted attention or suspicion. Quietly, I went about my day, avoiding the other members of the household, and praying that my involvement in this tragedy would never be discovered.

As I moved through the house, trying to maintain an air of normalcy, I couldn't help but glance towards Rosey, the maid I had grown rather close to over the past few weeks. To my surprise, she looked utterly exhausted, her usually vibrant eyes dull and her movements sluggish.

I waited for an opportunity to speak with her privately, my curiosity and concern getting the better of me. Finally, as she was tidying up my room, I gently closed the door behind us, ensuring we were alone.

"Rosey, what happened?" I asked, my voice laced with worry.

Rosey's eyes darted around the room nervously before she finally met my gaze. "I'm worried. What happened last night? Why did we have to bury Mr. Windsor?"

I felt my heart skip a beat at her words. So she did know. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves.

"Rosey, I... I'm the one responsible for what happened," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. "I had been trying to drive a wedge between the family, to turn the sons against their father. I never thought it would go this far."

"But how did it lead to... to his death?" Rosey asked, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and fear.

"I didn't mean for it to happen, Rosey," I said, my voice trembling. "My plan, it... it backfired. The argument escalated, and then there was a gunshot. I don't know who pulled the trigger, but now the sons covered it up."

Rosey's hands flew to her mouth, stifling a gasp. "Oh, Miss Y/N, what have you done?"

I felt the weight of my actions crushing me. "I never wanted anyone to get hurt, Rosey. I just wanted to break the family apart, not... not this."