WHITNEY

"Addams should no more belong to this world, after this, we will try every possible trick to have Whitney's attention and love. everything will be ok" Mr. Wilson declared.

This stabbed my heart. He wanted to exterminate everyone I cared of. This man! I sat on the ground in the kitchen, my hands on my heart, I didn't know what to do at this right moment.

My being was deadpan as if I couldn't make a move, his assertion had frozen my whole body.

My heart was harshing, swollen, broken into a thousand pieces, I always suspected Mr.Wilson as the murderer of my mom.

Although hearing it from his mouth gave rise to a feeling and grief I didn't foresee, I thought I could bear the reality whatever it would be, but it was too harsh than what I thought.

My hand on my heart, my head on the hall, I felt as if breathing was becoming more difficult than retaining the tears running down my cheeks. I felt a bottomless pain, and though I shouldn't let out a sob, I didn't want to alert them.

They were there alone at the bottom of the garden, away from every glance discussing all their machiavellian plan, what the hell was going in this man's head.

"Her wealth will be yours" the man with Mr.Wilson uttered.

"Not only her wealth but also her fascinating body" He replied with a sneer.

At this right moment, I realized I felt better when I was ignorant, I regretted why I entered this room.

He desired my wealth, and he was ready to kill his son to get what he wanted, this man was a swine he didn't deserve to live.

"Don't let our absence be remarked, let us be there to sustain her" Mr.Wilson announced and I heard their motion.

I was on the ground impossible to gather the strength to stand on my feet, tears were in my jaws and my lungs didn't receive air as they ought to.

"What is going on Luna?" I looked expressionless to Addams who had surely noticed my absence, all the time I spent In the kitchen.

He tightened me, and I backed my hands on him to stand, my heart broken than how he left it, I wiped the tears from my cheeks.

Addams' life was in peril, but how would I inform him of his dad's mischievous plan?

And should I leave my mother's homicide unpunished, to respect her last wills and profit from the life with Addams the son of the man who took away everything which made me feel alive?

"I will never suffer like that again" I mumbled standing, Addams couldn't understand what I was talking about, though, he took me in his arms trying to comfort me.

Mr. Wilson had to pay for everything, he would pay for Mrs. Lucas's death and what he did to my parent.

Nobody would take this avenge away from my mind this time, nothing should ever succeed to do it. He would pay.

I couldn't stay calm, knowing this man had taken away everything I cared about, I was not a coward. Mom wanted my well-being, however, this time my comfort depended on my avenge.

Otherwise, even if It was burning me inside, I should preserve Addams away from this, I couldn't do anything to the man who succeeded to show me an unsuspected aspect of existence.

He didn't have to assume his father's sins, and I should preserve his heart from the cruel truth, I didn't want him to feel as sadder as I felt.

This burden was mine, this avenge my fight, thus, he didn't need to be aware of that.

"Let us go to the living room," said he, holding my hand. I was no more feeling weak, I didn't need any help, I felt at this moment stronger than I had ever been as if the grudge I had was more than a source of power.

Addams gallantly conducted me to the sofa, where I took a seat, the guests were outside discussing.

On the sofa, he returned immediately to the kitchen to look for a cup of coffee as I demanded.

"Thank you babe", Said I when he gave me the cup, flashing him a smile.

He kissed my forehead "you are welcome" said he.

I had to be strong, I should never be controlled by any emotion again, and my reaction should now be overpowering If I wanted to make Mr.Wilson sink.

A spark of hope shined through his glare as he saw the smile on my lips and the way I called him.

'Babe', since my mom died, this word had no more escaped my lips, nevertheless, he deserved this name and every single kind of affection I could give him, though life or should I say his father didn't allow us to.

I glanced over my shoulder when I heard someone coming in, my heart was filled with disgust and bitterness as I noticed it was Mr.Wilson and this man who was always with him.

This time, I didn't need too much effort to control this feeling burning my interiors.

As if the hate I had toward him was enough to feign what I felt. I looked at him steadily motioning toward us, with swollen eyes, he laid his hand on my shoulder as he reached our step.

"I will always be there for you, I share your pain" he asserted, looking deep into my eyes.

"Thank you Armand" I expressed, caressing his hand. I could read the astonishment on his face.

My response was stunning, he would have never expected this.
It was the first time I called him by his nickname, Addams didn't react, he was steadily looking at me.

I haven't yet decided on the method I would adopt to make him pay though I knew I should be intimate with him, I should gain his faith, which would give me access to his deep secret.

killing him for just my parent's homicide wasn't sufficient, I would make his empire sink, and everything he struggled to make up would disappear. I would be intrepid.

What would be the right strategy to adopt which would put Addams away from this war between his dad and me? I would let the time give me the wisest answer about it.