WHITNEY

If he desired my wealth, I would use it as bait to attract him. He should have never killed my mom and threatened to remove Addams from the earth.

I repressed every animosity which could come out of my control and betrayed my feeling as I came out of the vehicle, I didn't have to make any wrong step, or else my plan would be broken.

Though with this grudge I had, it wasn't difficult to feign everything, I had more than a motivation that forced me to achieve my goal.

'Everything I do is for our well-being ' I repeated in an audible voice, though not aloud to be heard by those who were always in the yard of this mansion.

I wanted to hear my voice sound, to listen to every word I uttered which increased my motivation and encouraged me. It was my way to self-esteem what I was doing.

I walked to enter the house caring less about those pairs of eyes on me. I had no idea what I would give as a reason for my visit.

I didn't know how things would evolve but I knew everything would be nicely done. I would improvise a reason when I would face him.

It wouldn't be complicated he was already under my charm, now I should only try to be close to him as much as I could.

I entered the living room, and they stood, him and his associate who was always with him in all his malicious process.

They stood to welcome me, they stood in astonishment, nobody could fancy I would be there, the most stunning thing was that I was alone without Addams.

I motioned toward them my eyes didn't leave Mr. Wilson, he also looked at me, touching his mustache in a way of seduction.

As I reached their step, I greeted
"Morning," Said I stretching my hand to the man at his side.

"Gabriel Petterson. Nice to see you" he responded, reminding me of his name.
I shook my head in understanding, smiling at him,

I struggled to find a reason worthy to justify my visit there, even if it was at a moment alarming, I struggled to always show serenity in my countenance.

After the greeting with Petterson, I whirled to Mr.Wilson with one of the most beautiful smiles I ever succeeded to show him.

"Morning Armand" I greeted him, stretching my hand, knowing it was the way he liked me to call him.

He squeezed my hand, and came with his lips on it, pressing them for a greeting.

"Nice to see you again," he announced, with the smile he always showed.

"What bring you here?" he questioned, indicating to me with his hand to take a seat.

"Can I offer you something?" he questioned before I could find words to respond to the previous question

"A cup of tea will be okay" I affirmed.

I couldn't explain where I took the strength and the composure to maintain my nerves lowered in his presence.

My mother's departure transformed me, I was no more the same.

He ordered the tea from a maid and she served me.

After sipping on my glass, I opened my mouth to let escape the justification of my presence.

"If I am here, It is to thank you for everything you did" I started.

"Thanks, me?" He asked raising his tone more than how we were speaking, his eyes wide open.

He was stunned, they were both stunned, I saw it by the way they looked at each other.
Though he didn't lose his calm.

"Of course, Mr. Nelson my Butler told me of how you manage everything for my mother" I spoke with interspersed sentences, to see if one of my phrases would alarm him.

But he was an actor, he knew more than me to simulate things and he didn't escape a moment of destabilization.

"And what did he tell you about me?" he inquired.

"He talked of your kindness and how much you helped during my mama crisis"

"You proposed to him the hospital to get a better specialty"

"And your physical assistance was a windfall, I couldn't be grateful enough," I said squeezing his hand.

"Thank you for everything, Armand. She is no more there, but your intention was one of the best" I rushed to hug him, pressing a kiss on his cheek.

"It is natural, Whitney" He retorted, his hand around my waist tightening me too, there were no words able to describe how I felt in his arms, no words could have described the feeling.

"I liked your mom, her presence was so magnetic she knew how to attract everyone, with her mood always lovely."

"It was the simplest thing I had to do for her" He tightened me and I felt him touching my ass.

I pressed a kiss on his cheek to thank him again, and I moved from his clutch.

This man was a swine, a liar I hated him more than anything, the way he talked of my mother was a dagger in my heart, knowing he was the one who killed her.

I came out of his clutch as he touched my ass, it was too much for my heart, It was enough to bear thus I took my seat once more, without arguing about his act.

"Why you aren't with Addams?" He questioned

"Things aren't going very well among us" I explained

"And he would have never accepted to leave me to come here, he is too possessive, and to tell you the truth I hate the way he behaves" I asserted.

I was putting down the only person I loved on earth, my heart was bleeding, and It increased as much as my lips let out words against him.

I could see the smile on their face, the smile they struggled to hide. Wilson and his man were delighted as never before by hearing my assertion.

"Sorry, it is one of the problems of the youth, though I hope everything will be alright soon" He expressed, with a countenance that could have made someone who didn't know him, believed in the sincerity of his words.

"I don't mind," I said briefly, with no more words knowing this assertion would make him think about the whole day.

"Nonetheless, I don't want to talk about him, I wanted to thank you and It is what I did," I said, standing on my feet.

I hugged him again and stretched my hand to Petterson to tell them goodbye.

And they followed me to the entrance.
Everything was going as expected, I had accomplished the first step of this revenge.

Now I should go back to Addams, I should go back home.