Chapter 050
ASHER
The bitch was there. I could hear her humming a tune to herself as though she had no care in the world. She was probably brushing her hair, trying on clothes, putting on makeup or doing one of the hundred stupid things she did in her free time.
Sure enough, as I threw the door to her room open, she was painting her nails. She looked up, smiled at me, and batted her lashes. Even at this hour of the morning, her face was perfectly made up.
"Hey, handsome," she cooed, adjusting her blouse and calling attention to the slight swell of her breasts. "Do you want-"
"What did you do to Hannah?" I asked, watching her closely. “Did you hurt her?”
She was the one who had poisoned Hannah. I was sure of it.
She frowned and slowly put the bottle of nail polish down on the table beside her. "And why are you asking me that sort of question? Hannah's whereabouts are not my concern. I don't know, and I honestly don't care where that bitch is. Why should you even care anyway?"
"Stop lying and tell me what you did to her!"
Julia flinched and gulped. I could see her struggling internally to come up with a lie. But I knew her better than she knew herself. Her dumb brain would never come up with something clever and she would end up telling on herself.
"What is this about?" She asked, her gaze dancing around the room nervously.
"The Wallace, all three of them, were here just a few days ago. They said Hannah was poisoned and lying cold in their pack. I didn't believe them completely at first because I sure as hell hadn't poisoned her, and I hadn't given anyone orders to do so. I sent out search parties to look for her. She hasn't been found. That means the triplets are right. Hannah didn't just disappear. She was poisoned and probably found her way out of the pack while she was looking for help." I took a couple of steps towards Julia. She tensed up but held her ground. "My father is also as surprised as I am over Hannah's disappearance. That means he has nothing to do with it. Now, I've been asking myself... who could have had the guts to defy me, to go against my wishes and poison Hannah? One person came to mind. You. You did it, didn't you?"
Julia shook her head quickly. "I don't- I don't know what you are talking about. I didn't poison anybody."
"Liar!" I bellowed.
She flinched again. "I'm telling the truth! Maybe she ran away and is lurking around somewhere like the sewer rat she is. If that's what she did, then it's a good riddance if you ask me."
Apparently, Julia needed sterner measures to make her confess. Before she could scurry to the other side of the bed, I grabbed her hair and twisted it around in my fingers until I saw tears of pain start-up in her eyes.
"Asher," she gasped as she struggled to free herself. "Please, let go. You're hurting me. Let go of me.”
"You don't know what hurt or pain is yet. On your feet!" With her hair, I pulled her to her feet and dragged her over to the wall. "Now listen and listen good. If you don't tell me the truth, I'll smash your head against the wall. You know me too well. I'll do it."
"Asher, I swear I didn't-"
"Wrong answer," I growled, preparing to make good my threat.
"Stop," she shrieked with her forehead inches from the wall. "I'll- I'll tell you the truth."
"Then start talking!"
"I... did it. I poisoned Hannah. It was-"
I didn't wait to hear more. My father had to hear what this bitch had done. I dragged her out of the room and down long corridors to my father's study. The guards we passed looked surprised but wisely did not comment, which was fortunate for them because I was so mad that I could take my anger out on anyone at all.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," Julia kept screaming. "I didn't mean to do it. I'm sorry."
Throwing the door of the study open, I pushed her into the room. She stumbled, tried to regain her balance but fell on her knees. I heard something snap and heartily wished it was her leg or her hand.
"What is the meaning of this?" my father asked, pushing aside the papers on his desk and rising to his feet.
His eyes were fixed on the sobbing Julia.
Rage made me unable to form an immediate reply. I took in a deep breath and forced out the words, "She did it. The Wallace's were right. Julia poisoned Hannah."
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