Revenge Isn't Always The Answer

Chapter Two: Getting The Plan Underway.

I awoke to the sound of a raspy, deep voice echoing the bedroom. My eyes fluttered open, finding it hard to adjust to the light. A face suddenly came into sight, Harry.

“Goodmoring, breakfast is being served soon so I suggest you get up. My father is very strict on being on time,”

I sleepily nodded my head, as Harry left the room allowing me to get up and head down to the dining room.

The hallways were filled with painted pictures of Clive himself and various other people. My hand skimmed across the hard wall as I took in each picture, but stopped dead in my tracks as I saw a familiar face painted onto one of the many canvases.

Clive was standing beside my mother, his arm wrapped around her waist. They both smiled as if they were on top of the world; to my surprise the painter was extremely good at capturing every large and miniature aspect of both Clive and my mother.

“Lovely piece of work isn’t it?” A voice behind me made me jolt up. I spun on my heels only to notice the space behind me was empty, Clive had taken a stance beside me without me noticing.

“Yes, very detailed, may I ask who the women may be?” I asked. I knew the answer already, however Clive didn’t know that. And what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

A sigh fell from Clive’s mouth, his head dropping a little. Obviously he cared for my mother however, because of the care he had, she’s not longer alive and my father is in prison for the next 14 years.

“She was a very gorgeous women, she used to live in your house actually. She had a husband and a daughter but something terrible happened,” Clive’s voice trailed off, I should have felt sorry for him, but he wasn’t the only one who lost someone, I lost her too. And I lost my father. “Anyway, breakfast is nearly ready; I’ll be down there in a minute,” Clive said, gesturing me to meet Harry at the dining table.

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Clive’s POV:

The picture of Matilda brought back the many memories we shared. No matter how much I loved her I knew I couldn’t allow myself to get too attached to her, but I did and now, she isn’t even breathing.

Talking to Charlotte seemed a little eerie; she brought a strange mood whenever she was around. As if she knew everything I had told her already, and to make things worst – she seemed a little familiar.

“Mr Styles, Harry and Charlotte have told me they will not start their meal until you are down there with them,” I spun on my heels to be face to face with a maid. I nodded my head, thanking her and she walked away and up the stairs to finish her routines.

I walked in the opposite direction, bringing myself to calm down; I needed to be on my a-game today. The Styles Law Firm has a serious meeting with all of its sponsors this afternoon, if I don’t do the best I can – I could lose the whole company.

“Morning father,” Harry greeted, I nodded my head, taking a seat at the end of the table. A maid brought out a silver dish filled with my favourite breakfast foods.

Charlotte, still in her pyjamas, hesitated a little. As if she had never had such a large meal before. She sighed a little and began to dig in, her apprehension seemed a little strange. Those who live in this area are usually used to such high quality meals served by the maids.

“Please excuse me, I need to use the bathroom,” Charlotte said. She stood up, facing Harry and nodding, he nodded back, as if she needed confirmation before she could leave the table and Harry gave that to her.

Charlotte’s POV:

I rushed down the hallway and into the room Harry had given me to sleep in, my stomach rumbled but I brushed it off, I needed to write down exactly what was served for breakfast before I could forget. I pulled a piece of paper out of my handbag and scribbled down the ingredients.