Chapter 15
The Dark Secret of the CEO
âYouâre holding up better than I thought,â Bart says, leaning against my bedroomâs door frame.
I sit on my bed, feeling a bit numb.
I had changed into my nightgown after going up to my room, while all the others either went to theirs, or decided to go and hunt. Apparently, Richardâs order was for them all to reside here, but they are free to move around London City. I think Rebecca, Anna, Grace and Cecily went to party downtown, while the others decided to hunt on their own or ruminate in their rooms. I can hear Lancelot a floor below, probably on the phone with vampires on the other side of the Atlantic. I lie down in the middle of my bed. Thereâs no way Iâll be able to sleep though. My vampire heart is back to beating slowly, but if it was still a human one, I can tell it would be going crazy from everything that unfolded. I feel like everything that was said within the last couple of hours is just some crazy movie of somebody elseâs lifeâ¦Daily Latest update www.noveljar.com ââ¦It doesnât feel real,â I mutter. âAll of this. Itâs as if I just⦠dreamt the two last days, and Iâm going to wake up in that cold hotel room by myself.â
âWell, sorry to disappoint you, Baby Vamp, but that just wonât happen.â
âI think Iâm⦠hiding. Hiding behind a thin, thin wall before it all crashes down and the truth comes to hit me.â
He closes the door and slowly walks over, taking a seat at the end of my bed, fingers interlaced on his lap.
ââ¦Is it hard to believe?â
âItâs insane,â I scoff.
âYou said you never loved that guy. But you loved your ex. So why do I feel like Iâm missing the bigger picture there?â
ââ¦Something happened,â I mutter, unable to look him in the eye. âRick and I had to⦠go our separate ways. We belonged to different worlds, and it became⦠harder and harder to just stick together. I made some mistakes⦠Things I did and I couldnât undo. â¦And Charles was there for me. Itâs as simple as that.â
âSounds like a lot of regrets.âDaily Latest update www.noveljar.com âYou have no idea.â
Every single glance back on my life, I see regrets. Every time, someone I didnât hold back, something I didnât say, somewhere I didnât go. Perhaps Bart was right. Perhaps this whole new life is so easy to accept for me because Iâm afraid, scared to look back on June Starrâs pathetic life and for reality to hit me like a meteorite crash. I hate being questioned, because I canât even bear to question myself. I picked every bad road and the deeper I got into the woods, the harder it was to admit I wanted to run back.
âWhy do you think Richard is so focused on looking into my death?â I whisper.
Bart frowns faintly, visibly deeply pondering as well. He glances at the door, and slowly shakes his head.
âItâs hard to know what an Overlord thinks, Baby. My guess is, thereâs got to be something bigger around your death that Richard wants to look into. First, Iâm curious as to why he bothered to go to New Amsterdam for you.â
âYou mean New York City.âDaily Latest update www.noveljar.com âWhatever. Richard never goes overseas, Hera. Never. The last time I ever saw him go anywhere was France, and that was in the eighteenth century. Overlords donât typically leave their territories, itâs justâ¦
too dangerous. They usually stick to their own while all of us pray it stays that way. Vampire wars are ugly. Grace, Lance and the others have friends in every country, and weâre free to go around, but Overlords stick to their own territories, and Iâm pretty sure some of them still use good old-fashioned letters to stay in touch.â
âJuliet mentioned something like I was Richardâs⦠first vampire in a long while.â
âYou are. The human wars impacted us too, we lost⦠a lot of friends. I think that prompted Richard to not create more of us and wait to see what the humans were doing for a while. Some Heartgraves have never reappeared since World War II, Hera. Juliet was the last child transformed before you, and I thought Richard was done making new vampires, to be honest.â
âThen, whyâ¦?â I mutter.
âI have no idea. But, if we look into your death, who did this and why, we might get more clues. To be honest, I think you should mind your own business for now. If Richard doesnât want to let you know, he wonât.â
Yeah, I had kind of already noticed thatâ¦
ââ¦Iâm terrified,â I suddenly blurt out.Daily Latest update www.noveljar.com Bart glances at me, without saying anything. I swallow down, trying to ignore the clutch around my throat, and that heavy feeling in my heart. I slowly sit back up, combing my now red hair back.
âItâs just⦠too much. If⦠anything they found and said is true, that means Iâve been⦠manipulated until I killed myself. How much of a blind, deluded idiot could I have been to do that?â
âBaby, youâre the victim here.â
âThatâs what Iâm terrified to find out!â I shout. âBart, I lost my mom when I was four, and I loved her. I was young, but I remember I was happy with her. I lost her and I had to move into a cold, big house with complete strangers who couldnât bring me the smallest comfort. After that, I lost my only best friend, and I lost the one man I ever loved. I even⦠I even lost my cat! I lost⦠every single person who mattered to me. Every time I had a chance at happiness, it vanished. I thought Iâd never get better, but I had Charles. Charles was always there, and I had been holding on to that, thinking perhaps Iâd work something out, that maybe weâd be okay, until it wasnât enough anymore. Now, youâre telling me he actually wanted me dead!â
ââ¦First stage of grief, Baby,â he sighs. âDenial.â
My jaw almost drops, and I canât help but glare. Is he for real? Heâs giving me the psychoanalyst speech now? He shrugs.
âDonât give me that look,â he chuckles. âThatâs just how it is. Theyâre not⦠a hundred percent accurate for everybody, but youâre definitely in denial right now.âDaily Latest update www.noveljar.com âFuck you.â
âYou wish.â
I roll my eyes, not amused at all. Bart tilts his head.
ââ¦Why do I have a feeling your ex-fiancé being your potential murderer was not what shook you the most?â
I grant him another glare. Heâs annoyingly good at reading me already. I look away, but he hit the nail right on the head. I stare at the dark sky outside the window. I still get my heart doing crazy jumps whenever I dare to think about Rick⦠Itâs like Pandoraâs box and even scarier to open than the one with secrets around my death⦠or murder, whatever they call it, I guess.
Bart suddenly pushes me down on the bed.
âGo to bed before you think too much, Baby Vamp.â
âI donât think I can sleep,â I groan, feeling like a reluctant teen.
âOh, youâre going to be a pain in the butt⦠Then what do you want to do? Youâre not thirsty again, are you?â
I shake my head.
ââ¦Can we play games?â I ask.
âSeriously?â He raises an eyebrow.
âFirst, itâs going to take my mind off that humongous pile of shit you guys threw at me all evening. Plus, I never really got to play video games in my previous lifeâ¦âDaily Latest update www.noveljar.com He seems a bit surprised by my request, but he still goes to grab a couple of consoles, and we lay down side by side on my bed, while he explains how to play this co-op game.
To be honest, I donât really care about the game. I start playing mindlessly, itâs a pretty simple one. It also leaves plenty of room for my troubled mind to wander in. I just canât stop thinking about it. How could I? Itâs too much, itâs too big. I keep replaying all the memories of Charles and I. He always said he loved me, but no matter what, I couldnât force my heart to shift in that direction. I re-analyze every moment we had together, trying to find the cracks, the little things I should perhaps have picked up on.
Perhaps that was my own delusion. Perhaps I was so desperate for a chance at a stable, good enough life, that I refused to see all the little things that didnât make sense. How patient he was. How caring he was towards someone who didnât love him backâ¦
Did he really⦠kill me? I had noticed something was off, in the last weeks, but I thought that was my head playing games again. No one was coming to clean my room. Charles was the only person I saw.
The TV was cut off, I had no phone, nothing left behind to entertain me, as he thought that would only upset me if I got access to the media. I had horrible headaches, dizziness, and felt hungry yet couldnât eat. Charles had recommended I stay inside, to ignore the bad press, but there were always gossip magazines left around. I couldnât go out without telling him⦠At the time, he always reassured me those were for the better, for me. Then, how come there was absolutely nothing that made me feel better, in all this time? I had asked him to go to Montana, but the house was being renovated, it was a no. I wanted to go back to California, but every time, he canceled at the last minute, telling me some fans had found out about our trip, or he had something come up at work. I literally had nobody else to turn to. Everytime I tried to work again, the answer was that the agency didnât have any offers for me.
My previous manager had quit, so I couldnât even try to call them using the hotelâs phone.
The more I think about it, the more the Heartgravesâ words make sense. The more I replay our memories together, the more I realize just how much it doesnât add up. â¦And the angrier I get. I try to focus on the monster to beat up, my fingers furiously smashing the consoleâs buttons. Bart gives me a glance. I donât see that stupid monster on the screen, I see all the times Charles smiled to my face and told me it was going to be okay. All the times I heard âItâs for your own good. Itâs better you donât. Trust me. You will get better.â And I fucking never did.Daily Latest update www.noveljar.com âBaby.â
Bart suddenly takes the console out of my hands, and I punch the mattress as plan B. I sit up, and I slam my fists into the bed, again and again, letting my frustrations out. Iâm crying, grunting, raging against the mattress who didnât ask for so much, while Bart just stares and waits. Itâs like all my anger, my pain and my rage are finally surging, in big waves that I just canât stop. I jump off the bed, take a few steps around the bedroom, and I suddenly let out a loud cry, half a shout, half a groan, just because I need to let the monster out before it eats me raw.
âThe bastardâ¦. The bloody, fucking, piece of shit! The fucking asshole! Son of a bitch!â
ââ¦All of that indeed,â sighs Bart, putting the consoles aside.
âThe rat! That piece of shit! Asshole!â I swear every single insult I can think of, until I run out of ideas, and end up repeating the same ones over and over.
After a few more minutes of profanities coming out of my mouth, I stop, and put my hands on my head.
âI canât⦠I canât believe it,â I mutter. âThat greedy bastard just got me married without my consent! He fucking got me to kill myself, and he fucking shows up at my funeral to cry his crocodile tears in front of my coffin! In front of the whole world! The bloody piece of shit! â¦My God, Iâm dead! Iâm dead and I let that fucking bastard win already!â
âYeah⦠Looks like itâs finally sinking in.â
I turn back to him, still with tears in my eyes, and out of breath because Iâve been shouting like a mad woman for the last few minutes. Iâm sure the whole house is well-aware of my sudden outburst. I climb back on the bed to face him.
âI canât let him get away with that,â I mutter. ââ¦Bart, that bastard took my whole life. He took every single thing I had, and destroyed it. My friends, my freedom, everything that ever made me happy, he lied and he took it all away. And worse, I let him do it. â¦But I canât. I canât let him get away with that.âDaily Latest update www.noveljar.com He stares at me for a few seconds, and a smile appears, his fangs showing up with a hint of malice.
ââ¦What do you want to do, Baby Vamp? Youâre already dead, and we canât change that.â
âFirst, I want to be absolutely sure,â I nod, trying to calm down a bit. âI want absolute, definitive proof that this asshole planned my death and pushed me over the edge. I⦠Now, I do have a feeling this is true, but I need more. I want to be absolutely sure of what this asshole did to me, to what extent.â
âWeâre working on that,â Bart shrugs. âSwithinâs probably going to spend the night peeling the details of your assets and what that bastard did, legally. But you saw the marriage certificate. There isnât much doubt left, is there?â
âThatâs why I need to know every single bit of it⦠I want to take him down,â I mutter. âHe doesnât deserve any of what I left behind. Heâs not getting anything, and Iâm going to make him lose everything, like he did to me.â
Suddenly, a thought hits me. I grab my bathrobe, and leave my bedroom, a confused Bart right behind me. I walk downstairs, pretty sure of where to find him. Cata is busy making more food in the kitchen, but I donât leave her any time to say whatever she was about to; I just walk straight into the living room.
There, Swithin is busy, a laptop on his knees and a document in his hand. He barely glances up at me, neither does Benedict next to him who had his eyes on a tablet. I walk in the midst of the room, to face Richard. Our Overlord is still in the armchair, he has barely moved, his hands joined over his cane. I stand there, barefoot, cheeks wet, fists clenched.
ââ¦I want to get revenge,â I blurt out.
He doesnât flinch. He expected it, of course. I force myself to take a breath, and I donât blink, looking deep into his ice-blue eyes, trying to decipher the wall of silence he presents me.
âI canât let it go like that,â I continue. âI know Iâm dead, I know itâs already over, but I just canât let it go. I donât care about the money, I donât care about what you wanted with me becoming Hera Heartgraves, but I need to avenge June Starrâs death. I need⦠I need to do what nobody else could have done for me.â
I clench my fists a bit tighter, my new, sharp nails piercing my skin. I try hard not to resume crying, but the anger is building up like a horrible knot in my tight throat.Daily Latest update www.noveljar.com ââ¦I wonât bring you back,â he calmly retorts.
âI know. Iâm not looking to go back. I know June Starrâs dead, and⦠and I canât do anything to change that. What I want is justice for her. She⦠I didnât deserve to die like this. I canât let it go, not now that I know the truth. I canât let this bastard get away with it, Richard. Nobody is going to stand up and get to the truth for me. I need justice for my death. â¦I want revenge for everything he did to me.â