"So it’s settled. You have to pay back the 50 million dollars you owe in the next two months. Michelle, you have to win the best actress award next year and Robert, you co with ." Robert’s eyes trembled in fear. "By the ti I co back in the next 6 hours, I hope I won’t get a sniff of your poisonous perfus."
Anastasia glared at them one by one, making sure they all got the ssage.
The two bodyguards from earlier grabbed Robert and took him away while he struggled to be set free. No one dared to ask Anastasia where she was taking him. All that mattered at that mont was that they had nothing of their own anymore.
**
Robert was pushed to sit on the chair in the middle of a dimly lit room by the bodyguards after they’d arrived at Xavier’s hideout.
Anastasia stared at him as she giggled, unable to contain her joy of seeing him in the position she’d always wanted to see him in.
He stared at her through the open glass on the door, his eyes flared in anger.
"Are you sure you can handle being in there with him?" Xavier asked Anastasia from behind her.
She jolted a little, by kept herself calm.
"It’s nothing, I can do it," she reassured with a smile on her lips.
Xavier stared at her for a few seconds, watching if he could see any kind of emotions on her face. Unfortunately, it was as blank as a sheet of paper.
He gave her a brief right hug, kissing her forehead before she went inside the room Robert was kept in, and he made sure to stay by the door in case Robert tried anything.
"Do you like your little space, Robert? Or should I continue to call you father?" Anastasia asked, walking to grab a seat to position herself in front of Robert, whose hands and legs had been tied together.
"Because you’ve reunited with your family, and you have captured here, you think you’ve won?" He questioned her. "Once I get out of here, I will make sure to put you back in your place. Even though you have Ezekiel and Xavier by your side, I will take you in front of them and there’s nothing they can do about it!" He spat all over her face.
When he noticed her blank expression, a grin stretched on his lips. "What? Did you forget how I used to take you since your 13th birthday? It felt good, didn’t it? Hearing you scream all night for to stop yet you couldn’t do anything about it was a dream co true."
Behind the doors, Xavier’s hand hovered about the handle to break in since he couldn’t hear their conversation. The room was soundproof. He couldn’t see Anastasia’s expression well since her back was facing him. Plus he wanted to wipe that smirk off Robert’s face with the back of his fist.
He couldn’t hear what Robert was saying to Anastasia, but it sure had turned her quiet.
Just when he was about to open the door, he saw her mouth moving, while the smirk that was plastered on Robert’s lips faltered.
"You don’t have to worry about that, because I rember everything that happened that night vividly." Anastasia raised her head to stare at Robert. "It was the one thing that pushed to have my revenge on your family and I will make sure you never get to use it again."
Robert scoffed. "Just because you learned a little bit of self-defense, don’t think you are strong enough to handle anything. You are still a weakling, Anastasia." Robert paused, but his eyes still trembled since Anastasia’s threat carried weight. "Have you ever wondered why you never recalled anything about your real mother and father? I’m sure after finding out that I was never your real father, you can’t help but wonder why you can’t rember their faces."
Anastasia’s face stiffened.
All of a sudden, Robert’s laughter filled the room and Anastasia had to control herself not to stab his throat with the knife in her hands which he hadn’t seen yet. However, she needed to hear him speak.
"Well, that’s because after I found you in the middle of the night, and recognized you as the daughter of the Clark family, I made you lose your mories so you wouldn’t rember anyone."
Anastasia’s hands clutched on the knife as Robert’s laughter filled the room again. His laughter felt like mockery because she always believed once upon a ti that the man before her was her father.
"At two years old, I made you lose your mory. The doctors gave you so dication and bam....after two weeks, you couldn’t rember anything anymore. Then I fed you with the information I wanted you to digest. I wanted to use you as a ransom. But then, you grew up to be a beautiful girl. At just 10 years old, you were already a cute little thing and that was when I realized I loved you more than a daughter."
Anastasia felt her skin crawl in disgust at that statent. She took a sharp breath, not interrupting him until he finished, her hands still clenched on the knife.
"I was having feelings for my daughter? That sounded weird, but I was sure of one thing. I wanted to have sex with you, but Alia stopped . She said she wanted you to be mature first. When I told her, she imdiately agreed. For a second, I thought she would try to stop since you were just an innocent little girl. Turns out, she was jealous because you were more beautiful than Michelle, and then an idea ca to ."
Anastasia took another sharp breath, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.
"Since you wanted to beco more beautiful than our biological daughter, why not turn you into filth instead? Did you enjoy our first night together darl—-"
Robert didn’t get the chance to complete his words when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his hand.
"YOU BITCH!!" He cursed.
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