WHO KILLED VICTORIA? | Complete

Chapter Thirty Seven | He Ran

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Samuel's POV

1 Month Until Victoria's Death...

It was difficult to pinpoint what exactly is going on in between all these rich people's crazy stories. The accusations that Isabella told me about Damian's father made no sense, but the fear in her eyes spoke the truth. It was plain obvious that it was true, but the rumors vary. Some say his wife ran away with another man while he says she traveled for work. Some say he is married to more than one woman, and there was Isabella calling him a gay man who is in the business for money. I must be honest and true to myself, I could give a flying fuck, but she does — and that means that I have to do that too.

It's been a week since she talked to me about all the downfalls in her life and opened up. She spoke about her mother and shocked me when I realized that she thinks so highly of her. She talked about her affair with Damian behind Victoria's back and how shattered she was when she learnt that her mother said yes to his father's hand. How her world kept crumbling because of the people she thought of so highly. I didn't believe this girl had a heart, but she proved me otherwise.

I knew Christina was getting cut open inside, seeing Isabella and I together, but it seemed like the perfect fit. Damian was drooling over Christina at every chance he could get, and Isabella didn't mind it for a second because her eyes were set on me, and mine on her. We all got what we wanted out of this, except for Christina who's been god knows where for the past week. She stormed out of the house and that was that, sources from Isabella's social media said that they spotted her entering Victoria's house and never leaving it, and a blonde girl that couldn't pass the age of 10 came up to Isabella and I at the park yesterday evening and told us that Christina skipped town. But I knew better, and I wasn't about to share my knowledge with anyone.

It's true, I like Isabella — Hell, I like her a lot.

But the fact was, I don't trust either of them one single bit. I thought of this before, and I will think about it over and over again, step-siblings who plot against an ex-convict, and a fantasy girl living alone — It's the perfect fucking plan, and if I end up laying on my death bed because of these two and I go up to the heavens, I will applause them with a smile on my face because of how well they played me. "Hello!" Isabella yanked the headphones off of my ears, bringing me back to reality, "I've been calling your name for hours!" The vein on her forehead spoke.

I looked down at my phone and saw the time, "It's nine in the morning..." I claimed, "Why on earth are you all dressed up?" It hits me every here and there when I wake up and I get disturbed, Victoria knew better than to speak to me before I have my morning coffee and a couple of puffs from my joint, but with Isabella the case was different, she would enter the room, guns blazing, and start yapping about everything going on with her and her life. I never wanted to hurt her and shut her up, so I always listened, but I'll be damned if I truly remember half of the things she told me.

I did love the fact that she truly cared about me after we shared such an intimate night together, and by intimate I don't mean taking her clothes off and kissing her everywhere as she took me. I simply mean talking, a term people forget about now that sex is always up for grabs. "I have an event," She said casually, like the event was something I was already informed on, "I already told you." She adjusted her earring as she gave me her little death stare, I guess I was already informed, but it must have been before my coffee. "Didn't you have that thing?" She asked.