Chapter 123 Bad guys have to die
Beatrix’s POV
I shared with Octavia what I believed she needed to hear, but I kept the most crucial information to myself, revealing it only to those I chose.
To avoid raising Gio's suspicions, I established companies under Gael's new identities, GG, focusing on textiles, shoes, and clothing lines unknown to Gio.
I managed the finances discreetly, making it appear as personal expenses while channeling the funds into these ventures.
How could I support my covert operatives and legal team without Gio's knowledge? Suddenly, Roy seemed on the verge of divulging everything.
I couldn't let that happen and exclaimed, "Roy, are you out of your mind? Your family will suffer if you speak up."
Things took an unexpected turn, revealing Octavia's true colors, unlike Nicole, who was devoted to me. Octavia chose Gio, despite his constant rejection, never nurturing hopes of a relationship with him.
"It's over, Beatrix. Fighting is futile," he declared, crushing my heart. "No, his father stripped everything from me. Gio, I raised you and loved you like a son."
If he had any conscience, he would honor me as his mother and let it go, but he showed no mercy.
"You took my mother's life and think you can manipulate me emotionally? If not for your actions, my mother would be alive, and my life would be different, never separated from Molly all these years," he coldly retorted.
If only I hadn't confessed to Octavia about his mother's death. She betrayed me deeply.
"Please, Gio, you can have it all, but spare my life."
A sinister grin crept across his face as he stared at me. "Keeping you alive to stir up trouble? Just wait."
He approached Roy, and in a swift motion, Gio plunged a knife into his heart, with Molly shielding Roger's eyes.
"Come on, Mom, this is nothing. I watch horror movies with Uncle Hank all the time," he remarked, leaving Molly speechless. Despite his biological parents' presence, he clung to Molly and Gio.
Tom and Roy were dead, and as I gazed at the lives lost, I couldn't help but wonder why it wasn't Gio's life taken instead.
Despite my father's attempt to assault her mother, he failed, yet Gio's father, after killing mine, still managed to take everything from us.
"Gael, you should have perished for real the first time, not fake your death," Gio began to recollect, his voice filled with bitterness.
"This is where it all happened, right? You and your mother orchestrated a scenario to make it seem like we were under attack by a rival gang, using the opportunity to eliminate my father and then saving my life to burden me with guilt."
He glared at me with contempt before turning his attention back to Gael. "I promised I would end you today, didn't I?"
"Gio, please, he's all I have left," I pleaded, knowing that perhaps I should have let go of the past. But after his father took my father's life, he was now after my only son.
"Oh," he mocked with false remorse. "Your mother never allowed me to meet mine. I don't even know what my real mother looks like," he confessed with a hint of pain in his eyes, prompting me to think fast.
"Would it matter if I showed you a picture of her?"
As I saw him tense up, I seized the opportunity to stall.
"Sure," he agreed, I gestured towards my two hundred-thousand-dollar expensive handbag lying on the floor.
One of the bodyguards picked it up and retrieved my phone. As I scrolled through the pictures, I questioned why I should reveal his real mother to him.
My best friend was still alive, so I could show him that picture. If they ever crossed paths, he would mistake her for his mother, only to realize later that he had been deceived, leaving a lasting pain in his heart. I would find solace in knowing that.
"Here, this is your mother," I presented the image to Gio, hoping he would believe it.
Gio seemed convinced, but the little demon called Roger was even worse than his father.
"Dad, that's not your mom," he interjected, catching Gio's attention.
"What do you know? This is your mother," I insisted, trying to sound convincing despite the pain and dizziness from my injuries and the blood loss but Roger would not shut up.
“Dad, I saw a picture in that woman's room with a hateful word on it. The face was crossed out with red ink," he revealed. I saw the pain in Gio's eyes, and the next moment, he drove a dagger through Gael's heart. Gael's painful groan faded as life drained out of him.
"You caused this," he accused me, but in that moment, I felt numb. My only son had been killed in the most heartless way, right in front of me and I couldn’t save him.
Thinking deeper, it reminded me of how I took his mother’s life. From the moment Gio refused to die and was born into this world, I should have known better than to raise him as mine.
He bent over to Roger, giving him his full attention. "Roger, I hope you aren't upset that I killed that man."
The little demon shook his head. "Bad guys deserve to die."
"You've destroyed the boy," I said with the little strength I had left but there was no remorse in his eyes as he gave the phone back to me.
"Show me the picture."
Knowing he was going to kill me anyway, I refused. "No, kill me."
However, I had completely forgotten about the potency of that little demon by his side, as Gio snatched the phone from me and squatted to his level and I knew exactly what he was going to ask.
Having trained a lot of people including Nicole and even helping with some of Gio’s tactics, I knew so much about the brain manipulation and decided to use it.
"Roger, Giovanni isn't related to you by blood. I am. I am your real grandmother, and trust me, all his inheritance will go to the child he bears with Molly. You will mean nothing to them when that time comes."
Even if I was going to die, I had to ensure that Roger becomes a weapon that destroys them.
This seed must germinate to cause bitterness in his heart, but maybe, I doubted the strength and meaning of true love. Or maybe, I just didn’t know my grandson well enough because I traded him at birth.