Chapter 2 EPISODE TWO.
2.
KIMBERLY'S POV.
"That's not true!" I bite out, my knees wobble and my heart slams against my ribs, I find myself sinking into the ground with Cora trying to prop me up.
"The will was modified the day he died."Mr. David says with a knowing grin on his face, as if they all planned this to fuck me up.
Eliana's expression isn't as ghostly as before anymore, if anything, she looks quite satisfied and relaxed at the sudden upturn of things.
I gasp again, not in shock but realization of how my stupid self walked right into the trap they set for me.
They needed to take Fredrick out of the picture and I was foolish enough to be their pawn, I let the anger and hatred I have for him get to my head.
"I won't be accepting any of this." I deadpans, glaring at them, especially Rafael who has a rewarding grin on his face,his legs are now crossed and arms folded under his chest.
Fuck me, that was why he was staring at me all along. He knew what I did.
"As if you have a choice." Eliana barks, grabbing her daughter's hand and walking out of the place.
"Kim, what do we do?" Cora sniffles, her hands tremble on me.
"Pops chose to be an asshole till his death." Baxter grunts in an unsatisfied expression, but a hint of relief lurks on his face, grateful that he's not getting the brunt of this situation because he's the first son of Frederick.
"I think my work is done here." Says Mr. David as he also vacates the room, leaving me, Cora and Rafael in there.
"Kimberly,I..."
"Can you just give me some time alone,please." I cut her off in a rather lagged tone.
"Oh,sure." She stutters, giving me a lasting stare as she returns to her room.
I prop my knees to my chest, releasing the urge to cry, My shoulder trembles in sob, not giving a damn about Rafael's presence, he hasn't said any word since the funeral and I would be more than grateful if he chose to stay mute because he knew what I did, and he probably has the evidence against me.
Heaven knows I can't deal with a murder change right now, I have a hundred million dollars to pay, Heck, I've never had the luxury to own a hundred dollars before, I don't even have a bank account, I've never ordered a coffee for myself or eaten my favorite food in a good restaurant before.
Fredrick snatched me off those privileges, now, he left a debt for me to pay.
Suddenly, he jerks off his seat and starts striding towards me in steady and loft steps, he lowers his height down to my frame on the floor, smiling down at me.
"I must applaud you for not breaking down when Eliana was here." He chuckles in his rich but deep masculine tone, riling me up.
"Why would I want my enemy to see me crumble in their presence?" My tearful words pebbled with anger.
"And I'm not your enemy?"
"I don't even know you that well."
"But I know what you did."
I snap my head at him immediately, keeping a straight face to mask the shock bustling through me, I didn't expect him to throw it right at me like that.
If he knew what I did, why is he not calling the cops on me right now.
"What I did? What did I do?"
Amusement flick his features at my words, he's probably thrown aback by how I threw his questions back at him.
"Well, you tell me."
"I don't have anything to say to you, Rafael. I preferred you staying silent like you've been doing, don't drag me into your filth any longer."
"Why did you do it?" Curiosity lace his tone as he stares at me in a serious gaze.
Sighing, I push my hair back with my fingers and throw him a caustic look."You don't know what it feels like to live in hell like I did."
"And your quest for a normal life pushed you to do something that ended up tainting your life?"
"My life has already been tainted ten years ago, you don't get to talk to me like a moral police."
"Don't you think I deserve your apology?"
"I don't regret what I did, if I had the chance again, I would do it over and over, That's how determined I am, Rafael."
My voice shakes and wavers with tears but I push them back, matching his dark eyes with my gaze focused on him, his jaw tightens a bit and he rises up to his feet, rubbing his long hands on his knees.
"Transfer the ownership of my father's properties to me and I will let you walk away without a criminal charge pressed on you." He proposes in his usual authoritative tone.
"What?" I scoff, rising up to my feet as well, His large gait capable of swallowing mine but I don't dible, I won't give him the luxury of that.
"I said what I said, Kimberly. Let go of the inheritance."
"And what do I get out of this?" I throw back defensively, not wanting to give this offer another thought.
Rafael doesn't seem like an upright man to me, I just told him I don't regret killing his father and he didn't bat an eyelash at my words so for him to offer me a helping hand, he must want something from me and I'd rather die than be at the mercy of the Rollers one more time.
"You won't be indicted for my father's death." He flattens his palm on his chest slowly. "And you get to live the normal life you craved for."
"What about the outstanding debts?"
"You don't have to worry about that anymore."
My mouth waters at his 'too good to be true' offer, this is the best opportunity I could ever get to walk out of this freely but why do I get this ominous feeling that there's much more to this offer?
What if Rafael comes back at my door again, threatening to get me punished for my father's death unless I do something dangerous for him?
What if this is another trap set by him again?
"Think about it, I..."
"I don't have anything to think about, Rafael, I'm not interested." I say in the most nonchalant tone ever but my determined expression precedes me to him, throwing him off the balance.
I find myself leaving his presence, holding my head high as if I didn't just get myself into more trouble.
Not only did I turn his offer down but gave him more evidence to prove that I killed his father.
"And, Kimberly." He calls in a breezy tone, wiping his mouth down to his jaw with his palm, a sour expression latches on his face which, I cower a little but turns to him forcef
ully."I also know what it feels like to live in hell."