Chapter 132 Insanity
Chapter 132 Insanity
Kian
Assets worth billions of dollars and he was giving everything to that useless son of a gun? While Mikael buried himself in law school, drowning in case law and statutes, I was expanding the empire.
Saved the company from bankruptcy more times than I could even count, and this was my reward?
A surprise package of the half-brother no one asked for and damning secrets that should’ve never seen the light of day.
Well played.
My frown deepened as I stared at the message Dad had sent, each word more infuriating than the last.
“I know you hate me right now, and I deserve it. But try to see things from my side. Mikael is older—even if it’s just by a week—and it’s only right that everything goes to him. It’s a legacy passed down from my father. The older sibling inherits it all. I still have plans for you, son. Love from Dad.”
Fire spread through every corner and crevice of my brain, anger stirring low in my stomach as I was unable to tear my gaze away from the screen.
The older one gets everything and I, who did all the work, get nothing. Not even the crumbs.
A maniacal laughter bubbled from my throat, spilling out of my mouth as I pushed my hands into my hair and sucked in a deep breath to calm the storm brewing inside of me.
I shouldn't get mad.
There wasn't a reason to get mad after what I’d just done.
As soon as I left that chaotic birthday dinner, I returned to the office, grabbing every damning document I could get my hands on.
I contacted the FBI agent who had constantly been a thorn in Dad's side, reached out to auditors, and submitted documents of Dad’s embezzlement, offshore accounts, and evidence of his tax evasion.
By this time tomorrow, the entire company would be thrown into a state of turmoil. Properties will be seized, funds will be frozen and the Cooper group of companies will eventually crumble.
“Love you too dad,” I texted back.
If I don't get anything, no one gets anything.
All that was left now was for me to grab my passport, and leave the country before the chaos was fully unleashed tomorrow.
I flipped the switch on, the light illuminating the living room and a strange sense of sadness descended on me, the same time a wave of nostalgia hit me. For a moment, I wondered if I had made the mistake of putting the mansion up for sale.
“Verena,” I whispered.
This was where Verena and I created a lot of beautiful memories and letting go like this shattered my heart.
Worse, she hated me so much now that the sight of me repulsed her. The looks that she shot at me during the birthday dinner were still plastered on my brain.
I sucked in a deep breath, dipping my hand into my pocket while removing the strands of hair that I had plucked from Verena’s head when she was unconscious in the car.
Keeping those strands was the only way I could stay close to her.
I kissed the strands, the scent from the shampoo now gone before shoving it back into my pocket. As much as I hated the fact that I was letting Verena go, I needed to do so.
Not because I was tired of chasing her.
But if I spent another 24 hours in Dallas, it would end badly for me.
I tossed the phone onto the couch and walked over to where the housekeeper said she’d left my things. She had already packed everything neatly into a suitcase and told me she had placed my passport beside it.
Her final act of service to me.
I got there, ready to grab my suitcase only to notice that the passport wasn't there. I checked everywhere around the suitcase and only began to panic when I noticed it wasn't in the living room.
Could someone have taken it?
I grabbed my phone from the couch, dialing the housekeeper’s number as I pressed the phone to my ear.
If I missed the flight for tomorrow, then it was over for me.
Just as I opened the door to my room. I mean, I’d barely taken a step when the phone dropped from my hand, falling to the floor as my heart stopped.
A cold metal pressed at the back of my neck, the hair on the nape standing on the very end as my heart suddenly picked up its beat and thumped hard against my chest.
“Who…who…are…you,” Slowly, my eyes narrowed to the figure sitting on the couch next to the lampstand, a wicked smile slipping through the corner of his mouth as he raised the exact thing I was looking for.
My passport.
“Searching for this?” Uncle Daxton said, a deranged laughter bubbling from his throat.
How did he get in here?
Before I could process what was happening, the butt of the gun crashed against the back of my head, and everything went black.
Pain split through my skull like a honed knife, a wince escaping my mouth as my eyes fluttered open. A woman in white scrubs stood beside me, holding a syringe as she smiled softly at me.
I blinked once, twice, trying to wrap my head around where I was.
“You are finally awake,”
My brows furrowed and I attempted to shift from the bed or at least move my legs but chains rattled instead. And that was when it hit me that my wrists and ankles had been restrained.
And the room was pure white—in an unsettling way.
Panic flared in me immediately. “Who are you?”
“Your psychiatrist?”
Psychiatrist?
Slowly, the memories poured in. From trying to find my passport to seeing my uncle with it and—
A gasp escaped me as fear made my heart slam hard against my ribcage. “I don't know what this is about but I am not crazy and this is a setup by my uncle to punish me,”
She only responded with a calm smile. “That is what everyone who has been brought in here says. I’m not crazy,”
“Please believe me. I am a millionaire and I don't know what deal you have with my uncle but if you let me go, I will give you whatever you ask for,”
She scribbled something on a notepad, whispering. “The subject is showing signs of intense delusion. Needs more sedation,”
Intense delusion. Sedation?
“No!” Frustration gnawed at me as I shouted at the top of my voice. “I’m telling the truth. I should be on a flight to Peru right now and on the 26th of February, I should—”
She interrupted me, still keeping that warm smile on her face. “What date do you think this is?”
My brows furrowed. “24th of February?”
She shook her head. “No. This is the 11th of December and your record shows that you’ve been aggressive, displaying serious signs of insanity, memory loss but don't worry, I am your new psychiatrist and I’m here to help you,”
“No! I am not insane…”I screamed.
I thrashed against the chains as she leaned in while holding the syringe. “Get away from me!”
The needle sank into my arm, my body giving in to the weakness until darkness completely swallowed me.