The Twisted Obsession
Chapter 168: Will reading

Chapter 168: Will reading

In the luxurious living room of the Falcone mansion, Harrison Falcone sat alongside his wife, Margaret, and their daughter, Lily, eagerly anticipating Abby’s arrival for the reading of Mr. Falcone’s will. The atmosphere was tense, but Harrison didn’t feel nervous. Instead, he felt excited and eager for what was to come. He had planned this moment carefully, setting the stage for his ultimate plan. Margaret exchanged a meaningful look with her husband, sharing a silent agreement fueled by their shared ambition and desire for power. "We’re almost there, my dear," Margaret whispered with a hint of satisfaction.

"Soon, everything will belong to us." Lily observed her parents with a mix of admiration and fear, knowing the depths of their cunning. She had been raised to embrace their ruthless mentality, where loyalty and family bonds were seen as obstacles to overcome in pursuit of success. As time passed, Harrison’s impatience grew. He looked forward to seeing Abby’s shock when she realized the extent of his deceit. He relished the idea of her futile attempts to challenge his control over her father’s wealth. But more than anything, Harrison craved victory and the satisfaction of outsmarting everyone. He had waited patiently for this moment, ready to seize control of the Falcone legacy.

As Abby’s arrival approached, Harrison could almost taste victory. He was determined to do whatever it took to ensure his family came out on top, even if it meant destroying anyone who got in their way. With a sinister smile, Harrison leaned back in his chair, knowing that everything was falling into place.

They were ready for Abby to walk into their trap, unaware and defenseless against their greed. As the tension in the room reached its peak, the door creaked open, and the maid entered, her presence interrupting the silent anticipation. She cleared her throat nervously before speaking. "Sir, Madam, Miss Lily," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "Miss Abby has arrived, and she’s... she’s not alone." Harrison’s heart skipped a beat at the maid’s words, a flicker of unease flashing across his face.

He exchanged a quick glance with Margaret, their silent communication fraught with apprehension. Lily’s eyes widened in surprise, a sense of curiosity mingling with her growing apprehension. She couldn’t help but wonder who could possibly be accompanying Abby to such an important gathering. With a silent nod from Harrison, the maid continued, her voice trembling slightly.

"She’s brought someone with her... a man." Harrison’s brow furrowed in confusion at the maid’s revelation. A man accompanying Abby? His mind raced with possibilities, each more ominous than the last. "Who could it be?" Harrison muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with suspicion. He couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of his stomach. Harrison’s mind raced with possibilities as he processed the maid’s revelation.

A man accompanying Abby? The thought sent a chill down his spine, igniting a spark of unease within him. Could it be...? "The mysterious man..." Harrison mused aloud, his voice barely a whisper as he voiced the unspoken question lingering in the room. "The one who claimed to be her husband in that threatening letter..." Margaret’s eyes widened in realization, a flicker of recognition crossing her features. She remembered the letter all too well, the ominous warning that had sent shivers down her spine. Could this man truly be the same one who had threatened them before. "Show them in," Harrison instructed the maid, his voice steady despite the turmoil raging within him. As Abby and the mysterious man entered the room, Harrison couldn’t help but feel a surge of fake concern wash over him. He furrowed his brow slightly, his expression a carefully crafted mask of worry as he watched them approach.

"Abby, my dear, you’re here," Harrison said, his voice laced with false sincerity. "Is everything alright? You’re not alone... Who is this gentleman accompanying you?" Margaret nodded in agreement, her own facade of concern mirroring her husband’s. "Yes, Abby, dear. Is there something you need to tell us?" Lily, too, chimed in with a worried expression, though a glint of curiosity danced in her eyes. "Abby, who is he? Is he a friend of yours?" Abby’s eyes narrowed slightly as she met Harrison’s fake concern with a steely gaze, her lips curling into a sardonic smile. "Oh, uncle," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "how—touching of you to show— concern. But don’t worry, this is just a friend—. Someone who actually cares about me, unlike some people in this room."

The words hung in the air like a challenge, Abby’s tone cutting through the tension with a razor-sharp edge. She refused to let Harrison’s facade of concern fool her, knowing all too well the depths of his deceit. Margaret’s eyes widened in surprise at Abby’s boldness.

Harrison’s jaw clenched tightly as he struggled to maintain his composure in the face of Abby’s brazen defiance. His fake concern gave way to a flicker of anger, his facade slipping for just a moment before he regained control. "Abby, my dear, I assure you, everything we’ve done has been in your best interest," Harrison said, his voice strained with forced calmness. "But if you insist on bringing outsiders into our family matters, then so be it. Let’s proceed with the will reading, shall we?"

As Abby and the man sat down, everyone felt more nervous. Harrison and Margaret looked at each other, trying to hide their feelings. But inside, they were both feeling upset at her bluntness.

Just as the silence threatened to suffocate them, the maid approached Abby with a tray of refreshments, her eyes darting nervously between the guests. "Miss Abby, would you like a drink? Perhaps some water?"

Abby’s lips curled into a knowing smirk as she eyed the maid, her gaze unwavering. "No, thank you," she replied coolly. "I wouldn’t —want to risk being —poisoned."

The room fell into stunned silence at Abby’s savage remark, the air heavy with the weight of her accusation. Harrison’s face paled slightly, a flicker of panic flashing in his eyes before he quickly regained his composure.

"Abby, my dear, that’s quite an accusation," he said, his voice strained as he struggled to maintain his calm facade. "I assure you, we have no intention of causing you harm."

But Abby remained unmoved, her gaze fixed on Harrison with a steely resolve. "Oh, please," she scoffed. "Save your lies —for someone —who believes them. I know exactly —what you’re capable of, uncle."