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✰ slip a pill, get the money, fall in love, wait- - thaurens ✰

thank you for 4k reads and #1 in thaurens holy shit-
also i aspire to wear that robe so john will
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TW // death and sexual content

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"daddy! i made dinner..." i chirp, setting down a tray.

"i thought we were eating out tonight, baby." francis tells me, sitting down.

"well, it's our one year anniversary, i thought we could do something a bit special." i explain, setting down two glasses of wine. of course mine doesn't have poison, but that's something he can figure out later.

"aren't you sweet?" francis coos, lifting his glass. "to us."

"to us." i smile, clinking our glasses. i watch him intently as he sips the maroon colored liquid.

"three... two... one." i count down as i watch francis start to choke. i stare at him unamused as he starts choking. his face is turning blue and soon enough he slumps over on the table.

"such a shame... especially since you just signed the will." i tut, setting my glass down. "well, a shame for your family, you stupidly signed it all over to me." i mutter, standing up.

i wait until i hear the maid coming down the stairs when i drop my glass and let out a blood curdling scream. i force sobs to come out of my chest as i rush over to francis.

"HELP! HE'S NOT BREATHING, PLEASE!" i sob.

the maid looks up at me solemnly. "he's... he's dead."

"i-i'll go tell his f-family." i sniffle, going upstairs.

jokes on you, dad, being a theatre major did come in handy.

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i slip on my black robe, admiring its majestic beauty in the mirror. i tap on some lip balm before going downstairs. i blink tears into my eyes as i walk down the marble staircase, adding some sniffles for effect.

"i'm so sorry for your loss." the chauffeur tells me, helping me into the car.

"i-i just... i don't know h-how to explain to h-his family." i dab my face with some tissues. "h-he signed everything over to m-me. i t-tried to tell him that i-it wasn't logical, but h-he didn't listen."

"you just can hope they understand." he sighs, stopping the car.

i thank him as he helps me out of the car and ignore francis' family's judgmental stares. okay, yes, i did only get with him for the money, but i never told him to sign his will over to me. that was his decision.

i go over to the casket and place a single rose over his chest. i whisper a small saying then leave. i don't want to give a speech, nor do i need to. what i do need to do though is go to the bank.

once i'm back in the limo, i get out my phone and start looking for my next target. a part of me wants to stop. i could just buy my own private island and live my life. but i can't. i can't stay in one location for too long or else everything will catch up to me. i've been to france and ireland. hell, even the caribbean.

i bite my lip when someone finally catches my eye. virginia..

"thomas jefferson... be my guest." i whisper, sending him a message.