A Trillionaire’s Revenge

The time Lucas gave me to leave the manor was almost up, but I had one last trick up my sleeve. Wearing my lingerie and night
robe, I adjust my ring. I wanted to make Luke remember our bond—what we shared, physically, emotionally and sexually. This
was the only way I knew how to. I leave my bedroom, with aunt Ruth and Lydia rooting for me.
I enter Luke's room. It was my second time being in his bedroom. I'd never gone there before, because we mainly made use of
my bedroom and the study. I was always curious about his room, but never thought to satiate my curiosity.
The room is too dark. I can still see, but it is extremely dark. His room is huge, way bigger than mine. The room is almost empty,
except for the bed, a few paintings I recognize as Van Gogh's. There stood a tall library by the far corner of the room. I move
there. I don't have the time to carry out an inspection, I just needed to find Luke. I take out my phone and dial his number, and as
I do so, it rings, but he doesn't pick. I try again, and he doesn't pick. Luke was a business man, always with his phone, so if he
wasn't taking my calls, it was definitely intentional. I needed to convince him that I had nothing to do with Rocky. I needed to save
my marriage.
I dial his number again, and he still ignores the call. I dial it again, but this time, it's unavailable. I sigh, as I slowly kneel in defeat.
My hand hits something on the shelf and I turn back, as I hear a loud noise. The library had opened up in half, a secret passage.
I gasp, as I'd never have imagined there would be a secret passage in the house. I enter inside, and it's even darker. I can't see,
so I turn on the flashlight on my phone. I find the light switch and I turn it on.
Suddenly, my heartbeat increases as my heart begins to palpitate. "What the hell is this?" I ask, not expecting an answer from
anyone. There are pictures pasted all over the wall, boards and on the desk. I walk closer to the desk and pick up some pictures.
They were my pictures. Pictures of myself and my family, but mostly pictures of me. I keep scanning the room as I remember the
events behind each pictures. A picture of me eating ice cream on the steps of Dubois C, pictures of me leaving the church,
pictures of my mother socializing, pictures of my father, pictures of me hanging out with my friends—why where there so many
pictures of me? I go over to a board that's covered with a cloth. I remove the cloth and instinctively, my left hand goes over my
mouth immediately. The board is labeled with 'Targets', and it had pictures of my parents, pictures of myself and the pictures of a
few others I could swear I'd seen sometime back in my home. Our faces were marked with red. I'm unable to control the tears
rolling down my eyes as I stare at the board. This was the reason behind the marriage. He planned it all. It was for revenge. It
had to be.
"No, no!" I wail, another wave of sadness hitting me. I needed an explanation for everything. I had an explanation for everything
I'd just seen in my head, but I so badly wanted to give Luke the benefit of doubt. He would give me a more logical explanation if I
just asked him. I sprint out of the room and head downstairs. I see Laurel.

"Where's my husband?" I demand. She rolls her eyes at me. "I'll ask you one last time, where the hell is my husband?!"
"If you can't find him, it means it's because he doesn't want to be found. You caused all this, you wicked thing!"