Goodbye dad!

Paula pov

I found my father lying on the bed, and he is very weak. I approach to him then I notice that he is breathing heavily.

"Who is here?" He questioned turning towards the entrance.

"You don't recognize me anymore, darling daddy?" I replied walking towards him.

"Paula?!" My dad exclaimed looking surprised.

"Well seen! It's me, your dear daughter who loves you too much." I said while I sit down next to him.

"What are you looking for here?" He asked, struggling to get up. But he can't and falls on the bed.

"You see dad, I came to tell you that you did a huge mistake by wanting to eject me from your inheritance." I declared stroking his head.

"It's too late because you sullied my name for a long time by allying yourself with the N'sang. I don't know what possessed me to remain silent in the face of such an abomination. Worse still, I chased away my daughter, the one who made me proud. I'm not even sure if she was really guilty, even though, she remains my daughter and I want to see her again with her mother and my other children." He said with a pinch in his voice.

"You mean whore daughter!" I exclaimed annoyed.

"I forbid you to call her like that! I'm sure now that something is wrong with this whole story. I know Martina well, and she would never have done such a thing. I need to talk to her immediately. She must come back home, as well as her mother, Tania and the boys."

"Know that such a thing will never happen little dad, it's too late for that. Because your beloved wife passed away four years ago. Did you forget when Martina came to beg you to pay her surgery costs? Well, she died and I hope her daughter died of grief too." I replied without no pity. My dad gets upset hearing that. He fidgets and I can see how bad he is.

"Why do you say that about your sister Paula? What did she do to you?" He interrogated me.

"Do you really want to know the truth daddy? Everything is your fault! You only had eyes for her and the rest of us were invisible to you. Martina here, Martina there... It was the only solution I found to get her out of my way forever. And that walked perfectly, since from then, we've been living a peaceful and harmonious life."

"What are you talking about Paula?" He asks still in bad shape. His breathing becomes increasingly jerky.

"I'm talking about my plan which, by the way, walked wonderfully. It was really well designed from the beginning till the end. Have Martina drugged and hire, with Steve's help, perverts to rape her. You fell '"tsoukouloup" like a fly falls into a soup." I say making the gesture with my fingers. My father is bad. His heart beats increases while I'm speaking to him.

"You mean that it is you who is at the origin of all that? And Steve your husband... How can you live with such a man? And even you, what kind of person are you to do that your own sister, your blood!" My dad exclaimed all agitated.

"First, Steve has nothing to do with it, daddy of love. I simply forced him to. He was also Martina's boyfriend at the time. But since your favorite daughter was playing the Saint Nitouche, he jumped on me secretly so as not to lose his sweetheart... Secondly, you're the only to blame for turning me into a hater against my sister." I pointed out in a reproching tone

"Everyone chooses to be who they want. Stop finding excuses for your wickedness! At the end of the day, you have found yourselves, it seems... Cynical people!"

"Yeah you're right dear dad, as it's often said, birds with the same feather flock together. And as you must have understood it, I held Steve between my hands, or more exactly, between my thighs", I quipped releasing a sarcastic laugh, then I resumed. "And he served as a pawn in my plan. It was so successful that you could only believe it once you saw Martina getting banged by three guys." I said with a cynical smile on my face while delighting in this memory which remains one of the most beautiful of my life.

"It's not true, what did I do my God? How did I let myself be so much fooled? My baby Martina..." He stammered crying as he squirms.

"Don't worry my darling dad, you were controlled thanks to mum's marabout who provided us with a powerful fetish to tame your mind and make you do what we want. That's why you remained passive in the face of all my decisions. So you can console yourself because you weren't in your normal mind. Besides, soon you will be able to leave in peace. At least you will have learned the truth before you die. So you'll pass off less ignorant, that's not bad enough. Thank me, because I could have done with you without giving you this information."

"What are you saying?" He inquired looking at me scared.

"You've resisted a lot so far. If you hadn't poked your nose into my business, you'd be living your life carefree. You forced me to use great remedies. I also have to admit that you have thick skin. Since the poison works in you, you're refusing to die. It seems as if you need a help to leave." I outlined in front of his puzzled face.

"Have you been poisoning me all that time ?" My father questioned me, laying a frightened gaze on me.

"Technically yes, but mom was a big help. I must also remember to thank her for her support since always. At least she's not like others and you who are used to betraying me."

"I curse you Paula! I never did it with any of my children, but you are cursed, everything you have done will fall on you and you will end up like a dog. Believe me, your end won't be good. Whatever you've done, you're going to harvest it in tears." he shouts angrily.

- Oh no little dad ! How I tremble with fear!" I laughed amused by his words. "Know my daddy that your curses don't scare me. The only thing or person that scares me, well, is just me."

"But you should! And regarding Rita your mother, she is the one who put and encouraged you on this evil path. She will pay for it too believe me! Keep in mind these words, you'll remember them at the right time." He said menacingly.

"Too late dear dad! You will settle your accounts in the hereafter."

I got up then I took the pillow next to him.

"No Paula, my daughter don't do that. Please...my..." He's trying to fight back, but his strength isn't much help. Gradually, he lets go, suffocated by the cushion that I press on his head. It didn't take me long, since he was already weakened by the poison. I then arranged his room as I found it and went out incognito. As it is night, it was my mother who opened the gate for me and she closed it as soon as I left.

This jump in the past gives me even more energy to fight for what I gained. I will never hesitate to eliminate anyone who gets in my way. My stepfather also lost his life there, when he wanted to control me and speak badly to me. I have to get us out of this hole, and as soon as possible. This good-for-nothing and cowardly Steve is unable to find a solution as usual.

Martina

I saw the advertisement in the newspaper regarding the subject for which I am preparing to operate my plan. I have all information on the Mballa-N'sang properties. They merged three years ago and Steve is the manager. The merger happened just two months after my father passed away, oddly enough. I learned of his death, and despite Lorenzo's insistence that I should go to the funeral, I refused. I didn't feel anything when I heard it. I refuse to play the hypocrite by going there just to look good in front of people. I stopped doing things to please people a long time ago. People didn't look good on me when I needed their help. Why should I do it with them? Moreover, showing myself to my enemies now could ruin my plan for revenge, because it's not time to make my appearance yet. The only thing I regret is that dad died without learning the truth about me. But hey, he chose his truth, too bad! It is therefore with a mischievous smile that I read my newspaper this morning in front of a good cup of coffee accompanied by croissants. The Mballa-N'sang are looking for investors. I had planned that a long time ago. I'm going to ask my assistant to find me a lawyer who will represent me in this case. I don't want any member of society to be involved in it, lest we make the connection. My plan is working like clockwork. Paula and Steve will only have their eyes to cry.