Chapter 139 This is the end - Ben POV
Mom strokes my hair and kisses the side of my head. I'm safe here in her arms. Everyone threw me away, but she's taking care of me like she always has.
"We are going to be okay, baby." Her hands stroke my bare chest as I'm lying in-between her legs on my bed.
It's taking me back to when I was a teenager, and I really hated Miguel. I saw the attention Mom was always giving him, spending time in his room when Father wasn't around. I confronted her, told her she was neglecting me, and then she came to my room every night to show me she loved me. More than she ever loved Miguel.
She made me feel good when I was feeling sad. Sometimes I can feel very insecure, but she's always there to remind me that I am the best.
Better than him.
Father says I'm no longer his son. All because some stupid whores who wanted it says I raped them. Of course I recorded everything, I like to look at how degraded I made them afterwards. The look in their eyes that shows who is in charge will forever be etched onto my mind, even if they manage to lock me up.
"Do you want me to make you feel better?"
I love hearing those words from Mom's lips. Only she understands me.
"Yes, please." I hastily unzip my pants and pull out my dick so Mom can help me.
Her hand travels from my chest downwards, and after she makes me feel so much better, she kisses the top of my head.
"Go to sleep now, I'll see you in the morning." She gets up, kisses my forehead lovingly before she switches off the light and close the door behind her.
I fall asleep with a smile on my face, knowing that at least I have Mom, even if Father disowned me.
There is chaos in the house when I go down for breakfast.
Members of Father's staff are running around with their phones glued to their ears, and my lawyers are already there, everybody with grim expressions on their faces.
"What's going on?" I ask the blonde lawyer who was making googly eyes at me the day before.
She blushes cutely. "They have officially charged Jeffrey Bloomberg, he was arrested last night, and they are reopening Katherine McDowell's case to look into murder."
Fuck.
If they look hard enough, they might find something. Damn Katherine being a fucking problem even from the grave.
Mom looks pale, and slightly disheveled when I find her in the kitchen in front of the coffee machine. That's how I know something is wrong, she never makes her own coffee.
"Are you okay?" I ask her. "What is all the fuss about out there?"
Jeffrey being arrested might be an issue for me, but if my little pet has any self preservation, he would keep his mouth shut if he knew what was good for him.
She smiles weakly. "Nothing to worry about. Your father is a little upset, they are asking him to step down from office."
One thing Father loves more than his family name, is his career. He likes to say he worked very hard to get where he is, as if his name alone didn't open doors for him.
Of course he's going to blame me for that, too. But what does it matter, I'm no longer his son. He could put the blame on me for every single thing.
My legal team wants to talk to me, and I sit through a questioning that I don't really want to participate in.
They want to know about Jeffrey. Why he is being implicated. Why are they reopening Katherine's alleged suicide case. What are the going to find.
I try to avoid Father the whole day, but it's difficult when you hear him screaming all the time.
What's even worse?
Miguel.
He thinks I don't notice it, but I see the smug damn look in his eyes at my demise.
The Cargill world is in chaos, and it's all because of me. I love chaos too, but I never thought it would be at my expense. I thought I was smarter than everybody, guess the joke is on me.
"We can't help you if you're not being completely honest with us, Ben." The lead attorney on my case says before he sighs. "What could be the reason that they're reopening the case of Katherine McDowell?"
I shrug. "How would I know? I wasn't there."
He looks at me long and hard. "Are you sure that's the answer you want to give me?"
"Like I said, I wasn't in Madison's apartment when she commited suicide. The last time I was in that apartment was the night we got engaged, and according to Madison, I drugged her when she was just drunk and blaming shit on me."
Madison.
The one that was supposed to be my forever. Yet her beautiful mouth that used to tell me how much she loved me only spewed shit on live TV. She betrayed me, and if I wasn't shackled to this house, I would've let her pay. But she's probably guarded better than the Queen of England right now.
I'm stuck in this house with a father that doesn't want me while everything I built with careful precision is crumbling to the ground.
Mom doesn't come to my bedroom that night, making me feel even more abandoned.
I know how this story ends.
Jeffrey is going to turn against me and become state witness. I studied law, after all. That would be the smart thing to do for him and his family.
When all is said and done, I hope he doesn't forget how well I treated him, and how I gave him what he needed in this life. I gave him his heart's desire, and I hope that meant something to him.
The one thing I regret is having to leave Mom, so I write her a letter, telling her that I love her more than words can say. I hope she will be happy here without me.
And I hope Madison burns in hell, along with Miguel.
I wish them no happiness.