Billionaire's Revenge(8)

“You’re ruined!!!...I am going to end up in prison”, her spiteful look falling to Sara as she snarled at her sister. “You didn’t try hard enough. You should have promised him anything...whatever it took...whatever!”, her meaning clear as Sara’s eyes opened wide in shock, a coldness filling her lovely face.

“The CEO of Garelli Corporation is Darius Garelli...or you might remember him better as Darius Larosa” Her words had the effect of silencing both women, their heads moved around to stare at her, two shocked pairs of eyes fixed on her. “Darius Larosa...the thief!” Her mother spat out in disdain. “That...that person is going to be responsible for our downfall?” Sara’s eyes narrowed seeing the way that Angela looked back at her uncomfortably, before she cleared her throat.

“Actually...he didn’t steal the money”, she managed, as her eyes flicked nervously between Sara and her mother. Sara felt the cold anger deep within her. “How can you be so sure?”, she asked softly, Angela already pulling a hurt expression onto her lovely face “Nick took the money” Both women stared at her in disbelief “You knew that and you let him, an innocent man, be fired and nearly thrown into prison!”, Sara’s incredulous accusation made her sister scowl.

“Of course not. I only found out a few years after we were married. We were having a few problems and I told him that I didn’t think he loved me”, her eyes looking at each women in turn, “He told me that he loved me so much that he had been the one to frame Darius because he thought he was going to lose me to him”, a sad look coming to her eyes. “I really thought that he had done it because he loved me”, she sniffled pathetically as Sara groaned with frustration.

“You think that was romantic? Dear God Angela. Well guess what. It is payback time and Darius is wanting his pound of flesh” The two frowned, not understanding what she was talking about, both waiting for her to elaborate, as she paced across the tiled floor. “He says that he will give us the time we need, if and only if I become his mistress” The effect on each was different, her mother sitting forward, a glint coming to her eyes.

“So he is going to give us more time?”, had been her response, Sara feeling sick to her stomach that her own mother seemed not to care that she was being pimped out as payback. Angela however, was watching her with barely concealed vehemence. “You mean that he wants YOU to be his mistress!” the envy in her voice filling Sara with anger.

“Has he changed much?” Her mouth sneered, “probably got fat and bald” Sara shook her head with annoyance. “No...He hasn’t changed”, seeing instantly the look of lust and jealousy which crept into her sister’s eyes, reminded once more of the way she had pursued him six years previously.

“If he needs a mistress as sacrifice why did he choose you?”, she demanded spitefully, Sara gritting her teeth having to remind herself that she was doing this for David’s sake, the small child already having lost one parent, no matter how bad that parent was. With ice in her voice, she shook her head, “Believe me Angela, I would gladly step aside for you”, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Angela glared back, “I didn’t mean I wanted to...just why you?”

“He made it very clear that his problem was with me personally, because I was the one who fired him. He is not looking for a willing volunteer”, she threw back at her sister before giving a small groan full of pain. “What the hell am I to do? I can’t be his mistress...I won’t be his mistress”, she bit out with determination. “The private detective will find Nick...this will all resolve itself” Before her, her mother rose slowly to her feet, her look hardening.

“You listen to me Sara Balfour. You will do whatever you have to do even if that means becoming the plaything of this person”, the words spat out in disdain, her eyes flashing with spite before a greedy light filled them once more. “He is rich. Very rich. The Garelli Corporation is a multinational and if you play your cards right you could even turn this around. Make him be the one to pay for the rest of his life”

Sara stared at her mother with confusion. “What are you talking about?” Her mother gave a smile, one that Sara had dreaded as a child, her mother’s manipulative tendencies and spiteful nature often seeing her strike out at those she thought - rightly or wrongly - had done her some wrong or slight. “If you were to fall pregnant with his child...”

Sara’s stunned gasp silenced her, her daughter looking at her aghast. “Never”, backing from the room, staring at both with eyes wide with shock, “I am going to bed”, before she turned and flew up the stairs to her room.#p#分页标题#e#