Chapter 4 Saving her father

Stella's POV

I am currently enjoying a peaceful day with my 22-year-old daughter.

We were at the spa. I plan to relish my life with a sense of triumph; my daughter has finally secured an engagement to a wealthy man. The wealth of the Cornwell family has finally favored me.

I am going to enjoy all the beneficial things of life, and all my strategies have paid off. As far as living in affluence is concerned, I don't care who bears the consequences. I smiled at my thought.

Enjoying a massage at the spa, I asked my daughter, Chloe, how is your relationship going? Hope everything is going as planned? "

"Yes, Mother, it sure is. "

"Don't forget, you have to get pregnant as soon as possible so he won't choose to betray you". I reminded her...

"Yes, Mother... I agree".

My daughter was thankfully obedient. I encouraged her to seduce Jackson Cornwell. It would be a shame if Susan married into a wealthy family instead of my precious daughter. The naïve, stupid stepdaughter of mine had refused to have sex with Jacks. This situation provided my daughter with an opportunity to win his affection. .....

"Lest I forget, I am going to get your father to transfer the ownership documents of the house and other properties to your name. Since his health has deteriorated, he has been incapable of handling his finances, which is a reason for joy because I am finally in control of his fortune and depriving that bastard of his money".

My daughter smiled widely; we both enjoyed every plot that would be against Susan. We wanted Susan to always be beneath. While, my daughter was the centre of attention.

I clinked glasses with my daughter, "Cheers to endless wealth. I said, """

Afterwards, we drove to the shopping mall, then to the jeweller's store and salon.

My phone rang....... I sneered, receiving Susan's call...

"Hello, what do you want, and how dare you call me? "

I noticed she was crying, but it was none of my business.

"It's Dad; he slumped... He is not responding. Can you please come over? We are at the hospital".

"Oh.....how unfortunate". I said, "As I feigned sympathy..."

"So, why are you calling me?" I asked as I was getting irritated by her tears.

"We need money for the surgery... Can you please help foot the bills? "

"Well, I sympathise with you, dear, but I have no money. Handle it the way you usually do. I said and hung up.

I was overjoyed; I wished he had died already.

If he died, it means I get to inherit all his properties and be with Samson, my lover.

It's been years already, and it would be wonderful to finally reconcile with the legitimate father of my child. Steve was useless to me already, and I wasn't attractive to him anymore. He was sick. He can't even perform his conjugal duties. He was weak and frail. Years ago, he was rich and handsome. Now, I can't even stand the sight of him.

Sneaking out of the house to meet Samson was exhausting... I needed to be free from these shackles of a marriage. I would have to kill him myself if he doesn't die. I smiled as I concluded.

I wouldn't have to resort to killing him if only I were the legal wife. I could just ask for a divorce. But if I leave now, I leave with nothing. Rose was his legal wife, my former best friend; I killed her to marry her rich husband. And somehow, after convincing him that I was pregnant with his child, he took me in. How foolish of him to believe me... ......... I killed his wife; now I was going to kill him.

I was pacing around in my room as I got home, hoping to get the news of Steve's death.

I had transferred all funds from his accounts into my account. Hopefully, that child of his wouldn't be able to raise the money for his surgery.

I was still young and beautiful, and I remained in a relationship with my darling Samson.

I would throw out his child, and all his properties would be mine and my lover's.

I heard the sound of the door and realised that it was Susan who had arrived. I needed to feign concern as I stepped out of my bedroom.

"Good evening, child..." I asked.

"How is your father doing? "

"Good evening, Mother, "she replied. The girl was the epitome of beauty. She bore a striking resemblance to her mother prior to her demise.

"He is doing better; we were able to save him, "she said.

Inwardly, I felt like a knife had been stabbed into my chest.

But I pretended like I was relieved and walked away.

I needed to contact Samson. They needed to strike.

This time Steven Brooks must die.