Letters - A Phillip Hamilton X Male Reader

72: The Liars Consequences.

"..how.."

Mary uttered, her eyes slowly beginning to widen as her jaw hung open. Her face began to feel as if a warm flush had come over it as she stared. His eyes felt like an ominous river staring back at her, hiding something that she couldn't see behind its waters. She took a slight step back, stammering.

"You.. I.. what are you talking about? I would never steal money from my father."

"..hmm." Y/N let out a low hum, barely arching a brow as he slightly shifted. His dark/light eyes peered back at her, and something in his stare darkened. She didn't know why, but just looking at him as he looked upon her like this felt as if someone had whipped out a blade and began taunting her with it while she was locked in the room with them.

He cocked his head to the side. "I see.. you know, Ms. Swanson, you make a very good liar."

"I'm—ugh.. I'm not lying! Where'd you even—"

"I saw it. In the drawers of your vanity. I recall your father had told me that he had suspiciously lost a sum of money a while ago. A exact sum of thirty dollars."

"How—how did you—"

"I came to your house last night. I told your father I had come because you had borrowed a certain necklace from me."

"Wait, was—was that why—"

"Yes. If you had any thoughts in that arrogant brain of yours, that should have been what you concluded the moment I told you I came into your residence." Y/N's lips curled into a neutral frown. "..I wonder.. why would his angel of a daughter have the same exact amount of money in her drawer?"

"Ugh—it's.. its just a coincidence!"

"And why should I believe that? If you weren't lying, you'd normally roll your eyes at me, and walk away." Y/N flatly replied. "Do you honestly think I'll ever believe a word that comes out of your mouth?"

"..mmhh.." Mary grumbled, her lips curling into a snarl. An almost desperate smile began to form though as she gave a soft chuckle. "So what does it matter if I did? Father wouldn't believe you even if you told him what I did."

"Hmm.. I suppose not. Well, that is.. unless I simply show him the amount of money you took."

Mary shuddered. "Wh.. he'll—you wouldn't dare!"

"Oh, I believe I would." Y/N spoke with a furrow of his brows, and then began to step foward. "..What's going to happen after I let him know of your thievery..?" He spoke flatly with a cock of his head, "Will you ever receive any sort of gifts and money from him again? I'd hate to see you without the only form of resources you have."

He took another step foward. Mary grunted, and practically loomed over his form as she furrowed her brows. Yet despite her difference in size compared to him, he simply kept walking with a cold look in his eyes.

"You'll be without what you've known your entire life, and for once, your father won't be blinded by his positive image of you." Y/N began to smirk, barely raising a brow. "I apologize in advance. It'll probably sting to be among the plebians of the lower class. If it helps, I'll give you—"

Y/N grunted, squinting his eyes. Mary had reached her arm foward with a rough push, and grabbed him by the folds of his collar. Her eyes practically burned down at him, raging with the fury of a thousand flames. Yet in response to her fire, Y/N only furrowed his brows, and gave a cold glare.

"One more word out of you, and I'll cut your tongue!" She sharply screamed, "I'm—I'm not gonna.. I'm not gonna let you tell father! It's my money! That damn old man should only live to serve me!"

"Hmm.. Is this how you react anytime things don't go your way—"

"Shut it!" She growled. "He's—he's not gonna listen to you! I won't let him listen to you. I'll tell him you're a liar. I'll shut you up, even if I have to kill you to make things go my way—"

"Mary Swanson!"

..a familiar, stern voice sounded from behind her. She couldn't see the source of the voice. Though upon hearing it, Y/N glanced in its direction, and his eyes slightly widened. For a few seconds, she stood. And finally, her mind began to process who the voice was. She could tell, even without looking.

She slowly turned her head, and gulped.

A familiar man stared back at her with a grimace—a very dissapointed one in fact as he practically began to march in her direction. And Mary winced.

"..fa—father?" She replied, her grip slowly weakening on Y/Ns collar. Y/N's feet met the ground—his eyes staring with mild surprise as Mr. Swanson came to a stop. A tight frown was on his face, his brows completely furrowed.

"Father, it's—its not what it—" Mary tried to protest.

"No, Mary—I've heard enough! Is—is this how you've been acting?! Is this how you've been behaving? Have—have all of those complaints I've received from other people about you been true the whole time?!"

"Father, no, I—"

"Is this the way I've taught you to think?! To think that you can just get everything you want all the time?!"  He firmly spoke, looming over her. "Have.." His voice softened a little, "..have I been making you think like this?"

Mary stared up at him, "..father—"

"No. No. I.. I shouldn't have taught you like this. I always gave you gifts, and—and never believed people when they complained about you! I've rarely ever told you no. This is.. this is my doing." He furrowed his brows again. "Y/N, I apologize for not believing you previously. It would seem I've made a mistake in how I've raised her."

"..its.. quite alright, sir." Y/N replied slowly.

"Are—are you seriously believing in him over me?!" Mary questioned with a sharp turn, "I'm your daughter! I should be the one you believe here!"

"I'm sorry, but no, Mary. But after what I've just seen and heard, I don't think I can believe in you anymore. From here on out—you are going to be raised differently!"

He then lifted his hand foward, and wrapped his fingers around her arm with a clearly gentle but somewhat forceful grip as he tugged her to his side. "Come—we shall have a talk about how you should really be treating others."

"I—ugh! Father! Fa—father! You can't be serious—" Mary protested, and their voices mingled together as Y/N watched with a slight widen of his eyes. His pupils looked in their direction as his lips slightly parted. And he blinked. Had.. he hadn't planned on  him arriving. He was just going to make Mary angry enough so she wouldn't possibly be able to be composed enough to lie to her father. After all, he predicted that was what she'd probably resort to. Considering she did it already.

His eyes met the floor, and his thoughts began to swirl at the events that had just happened. Things had gone the way that he had wanted it to, but he was starting to ponder what Phillip would think of this, if he found out at all.

..no matter. Mary still got what she deserved. So long as she was given proper consequences, everything would be fine with him.

Yet.. he had done this for his own enemy. He had gotten mad on behalf of the man he despised so much, and went out of his way to go to her house just to find some secrets about her. If he hadn't found the money, he probably would have resorted to searching for other evidence of all her heinous acts, or would simply ask more about her so he could guide the conversation in the direction of perhaps making his father accidentally say something about her she wouldn't want known.

It.. it was honestly a bit crazy of him. That he'd go this far for someone he hated.

He let our a sigh, not wanting to think about the details. And silently as he heard them continue to argue as they walked, he spun around, and walked away with an exhausted expression.