The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon)

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Brandon’s Pov

I sat on my bed next to her watching her sleep like a baby, tired from the agony I had inflicted on her.

I thought she was tough; all I wanted to do was remind her that she needed to fight for her birthright,

and I figured that forcing her to watch her dumb husband happy and enjoying what was not his would

give her the determination and will that she needed, but I was mistaken.

I deserved to be a class A jerk, so I moved aside a little, turned on my tablet, and went on to watch her

foolish ex-husband being blackmailed with sex in order to put his mother in a m*ntal facility. Maybe the

idiot wasn’t as clever as I had supposed, and taking him out would be a piece of cake.

I had instructed my man to install high-tech cameras in his and his father’s homes. Josh frequented

those two locations, according to the information he gathered. The third place was his office which

proved to be the most challenging.

Every morning, the idiot swept the place for bugs, and the building was extremely secure, making it

difficult for me to send in my man. I needed an inside man, or perhaps buying the contracted security

firm was the only and last option.

I needed eyes into their lives, I needed to know what they had for breakfast, lunch, or dinner. When

they went to the toilet, when they f*rted. Who they trusted, who they hated, who they were cheating

with, everything on my fingertips.

From my observation in the little hours I had been watching them, Victor Nelson, his father, was, in my

opinion, the man in charge and never did the difficult lifting. He delegated the heavy lifting to his son,

who appeared to be nothing more than a bag boy for his father and fiancee.

I had no idea how he managed to con Thalia, but all of his maneuvers were most likely pre-planned. by

his father. Or maybe he had the brains, but Jessica Mel was definitely his weakness.

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Jessica Mel on the other hand was a show-off, based on my her full hair to nail polish would be valued

at ten thousand dollars. She had a high taste, that was evident and was solely in the relationship for

financial gain.

I knew her type because I had been in bed with them numerous times. She appeared to be in charge.

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She was all over the place during the party flaunting her flat chest and plasma backside for all to see.

To be honest, she wasn’t my type; I preferred a lady with a full chest and a little flesh behind just like

the best friend lying next to me.

“Ooh hold up.” I told myself. I was certainly not referring to Thalia as my type, she was too dumb. I

meant between the two ladies Jessica was ugly.

I turned to counter-check on her but found her staring at me with her wide brown eyes. She had a

serious expression on her face as if she was preparing to kill me. I waved with a phony smile, but she

only stared at me, prompting me to say something.

“Oool, you awake?” I inquired but got no response. Then I realized her gaze was not fixed on me but

the iPad I was watching, which had Josh and Jessica f**king live. I swiftly flipped it over.

She yelled, “Turn it back on!” but I tossed the iPad on the other side.

She pulled herself slowly in a seating position and realized she wasn’t dressed in her previous

clothes.

She turned to face me after a stunning look at herself. I quickly pulled out my phone and scrolled to a

photo, which I then presented to her. She was perplexed as she glanced at the snapshot.

“That’s Maggie,” I said, raising my hands in the air as if I were being pulled over by the cops, “I paid

her to bathe you and change you, I swear I didn’t see anything”

She locked her gaze on a photograph of herself in bed with Magie standing beside her. “So you paid a

stranger to bathe me?” she screamed on top of her voice.

“I would have bathed you but I didn’t have the energy,” I said, causing her to become enraged and

throw a pillow at me. “I wasn’t implying that I wanted you to bathe me,” she replied.

“Don’t worry, I fired Magie once she bathed you,” I said as I took a seat and asked her to calm down.

before she collapsed again.

“You needed my eyes to open the main gate, I stated, pointing to the right door. “That door would. have

led you straight outside.” I stated.

“Is Josh your friend?” she posed, startling me.

“No, he is not; neither Jessica nor Victor, I have never met them in my life, I swear.”

“Then why did you make me watch their new wonderful life?” she enquired, tears streaming down her

cheek.

“I looked down in embarrassment… beating myself for putting her in such a situation.

Before I could respond she inquired, “Am I a prisoner?”

“No.” I replied.

“Would you open the main gate for me if I walked up to that door?” she asked.

“Of course, I’d do it, Thalia you are free to come and go at any time but…”

She raised her hand and climbed off from the bed before I could finish, seeking for her plastic bag

containing her possessions.

I indicated to her left, and she hurriedly grabbed it, her eyes streaming. “Brandon, thank you for

everything, but I’m sorry… but I’m not up to it.” I tried to object, but she extended her hand.

“Your offer is lovely, but I’m afraid I’ll have to decline it. If you’re not friends with Josh, please let me out

of here,” she explained.

I felt a flood of sadness wash over me, not because she had declined the offer, but because she was

leaving. How could she trust anyone? She didn’t trust me; not after what her ex-husband had done to

her.

I turned around and walked over to my drawer, which I opened and took a set of car keys out. “You’ll

need a car which you can park at any gas station or keep if you wish. And there is some money in the

glove for you to get anywhere and start afresh,” I mentioned.

I cut her off as she attempted to argue. I had no intention of allowing her to wander without money or

on her own. Without making eye contact, I approached her and handed her the keys.

I couldn’t figure out why I was upset, I wanted to believe it was not because she was leaving: I was

lonely and afraid of dying alone, but I could pay someone to accompany me to the end. I instantly.

backed aside and walked right to the correct door and opened it.

“I would have accompanied you outside, but my legs are weak,” I remarked as I moved to my bed. She

stared at me bewildered.

I climbed into bed, grabbed my tablet, and resumed watching what I had been watching. “Oooh, I’ve

overridden the gate, it’s open, I announced before going about my business.

She paused for a moment, unsure of what to do. “Thank you, Brandon,” she continued, but I declined.

to respond. Why would I, when she was abandoning me like every other idiot? Yes, Yaya, she was just

a stranger that I accidentally bumped into but I believed we had bonded over the bridge.

Suddenly, a lump formed in my throat, my chest became heavy as I coughed hard, sending clots all

over my tablet and white sheets.

“Brandon.” She called out, “Are you okay?” she asked and attempted to assist me, but I yelled at her to

stop as I threw the stup*d tablet away in frustration. “Get out of here!” I became enraged and screamed

at her.

“But Brandon?”

“Get out! You said you wanted to go, so just do it!” I yelled at her, “I’ll be fine.”

As I looked up at her, she froze, I kept breathing heavily and clutching my chest.

“I simply wanted to make a doctor’s appointment for you,” she replied.

“I said I’m fine,” I murmured, turning to face her and locking my gaze with her. I raised my hand to the

door and pointed at it, signaling to her that it was time that she left. She gave me a mournful look

before taking a step and disappearing through the door.

I felt something leave me, I had no idea what it was except for the emptiness that overwhelmed me, the

emptiness that I felt the day I decided to commit suicide.

I just sat there, my chest throbbing, breathing deeply and disoriented. She was just a stranger, I kept

telling myself as I rolled beneath the blood-stained sheets