Chapter 36

Kiara sat down in the living room of her sprawling mansion, feeling exhausted from the emotional conversation she had just had with Lucas. She knew that she had done the right thing in meeting with him to try and prevent him from seeking revenge, but she couldn't shake the feeling that he might still go through with it.

As she sat there, lost in thought, Martha, walked into the room, carrying a tray of tea and biscuits. "Good afternoon, Miss Kiara," Martha said, setting the tray down on the coffee table. "Is everything alright?"

Kiara sighed heavily. "I just had a meeting with Lucas," she said, taking a sip of her tea. "We were trying to reach an agreement so that he wouldn't seek revenge against me."

Martha's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "What happened?" she asked.

She told Martha how she had tried to reason with him, and how they had eventually come to an agreement that he would not go through with his plan.

"But you don't trust him, do you?" Martha said, her eyes full of concern.

Kiara shook her head. "No, I don't," she admitted. "He promised me that he wouldn't seek revenge, but I just can't shake the feeling that he might still try to hurt me."

Martha nodded sympathetically. "I understand," she said. "But you did the right thing in meeting with him and trying to reach an agreement. And if he does try to hurt you, you know that you have people who will protect you."

Kiara smiled gratefully. "Thank you, Martha," she said. "You always know how to make me feel better."

Martha smiled back. "That's what I'm here for," she said. "Now, why don't you have another biscuit? They're my homemade chocolate chip recipe, and they always make everything better."

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Lucas sat in the elegant living room of his mansion, staring into the flickering flames of the fireplace. His butler, Harry, entered the room and approached him with a concerned look on his face.

"Is everything alright, sir?" Harry asked, noticing Lucas's troubled expression.

Lucas let out a deep sigh and shook his head. "No, Harry, everything is not alright. I did something terrible today," he said, his voice heavy with guilt.

"What did you do, sir?" Harry asked, his concern deepening.

"I tried to get revenge on Kiara's father," Lucas said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Harry's eyes widened in shock. "What do you mean, sir? Revenge?"

Lucas nodded, his hands clenching into fists. "I found out about some of the terrible things he did in the past. Things that affected my family. And I wanted to make him pay for it."

Harry looked at Lucas with concern. "What did you do, sir but he's dead?"

"I tried to ruin him, Harry. I used my connections and my resources to try and destroy him through her but its not working on. But Kiara found out, and she was furious. She begged me to stop, to let it go. She said that revenge would only make things worse, that it would hurt everyone involved," Lucas said, his voice shaking with emotion.

Harry frowned. "And what did you do, sir?"

Lucas looked at Harry with a pained expression. "I listened to her, Harry. I stopped. But I can't shake the feeling that I've done something terrible. That I've let my emotions get the best of me."

Harry nodded, understanding the weight of Lucas's guilt. "I'm sorry, sir. It sounds like a difficult situation. But I think Miss Kiara is right. Revenge rarely brings the satisfaction we expect, and it often causes more harm than good."

Lucas nodded slowly, his eyes still fixed on the flickering flames of the fireplace. "I know, Harry. I just wish it were that simple."

Harry gave Lucas a sympathetic smile. "I understand, sir. But remember, you have the power to make a positive difference in the world. Perhaps it's time to focus on that instead of dwelling on the past."

Lucas looked up at Harry, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Harry. You always know what to say."

Harry smiled warmly. "It's my pleasure, sir. I'm here to help in any way I can."

''What would you like to eat sir? Its dinner time? I'm preparing a special meal and I'd be honored if you would join me."

Lucas raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Really? What's the occasion?"

"No occasion, sir," Harry said with a small smile. "Just a small gesture to help you forget about your worries for a while. I believe a good meal can do wonders for the soul."

Lucas considered the offer for a moment, then nodded. "All right, Harry. That sounds like a good idea. What are you cooking?"

"I'm preparing a roast chicken with roasted vegetables and mashed potatoes," Harry said, his tone eager. "It's one of my specialties, and I think you'll enjoy it."

Lucas smiled faintly. "I'm sure I will. Thank you, Harry. I appreciate your thoughtfulness."

"Of course, sir," Harry said, inclining his head respectfully. "And please don't worry about work for the rest of the evening. I'll take care of everything. Just relax and enjoy your meal."

Lucas nodded gratefully, feeling a weight lifted from his shoulders. "Thank you, Harry. I appreciate it more than I can say."

Harry bowed again and left the study, feeling pleased that he had been able to help his employer. He knew that sometimes, the simplest things – like a good meal and a kind word – could make all the difference in the world.

He sat back for a while, thinking about everything he had gone through and though leaving out his revenge mission was going to be painful to him considering that he had really planned a lot about it. Nevertheless, Lucas knew that what Harry said was the truth. He had to find a way to make peace with Kiara before it was too late and he had a feeling that failure to do that would lead to so many skeletons being unearthed.