HIS RETURN FOR REVENGE

Chapter thirteen: Just destroy them

Magnus Voss sipped from the red wine that looked like blood under the harsh Bar light, twisting his expression slightly in bitterness that wasn't influenced by the Don perignon, but a past that was still hurting him till this moment.

He sat the class down on the sleek counter with a gentle clink. "Let me tell you a story," He said, turning to look at his son on the wheelchair. Darius's eyes hinted with curiosity.

"Twenty years ago," Magnus started quietly. "I and George, were friends. Not really friends. More like acquaintances. We met during an interview at Montgomery Group headquarters. We were both broke, chasing software gigs, struggling to make a living. We were there for just one post. Competitive seat. The CFO. They needed a new brain. Someone who could catch up quickly after they lost the last CFO in an accident."

He paused, allowing his narration to settle. He picked the Glass wine again and sipped, leaving Darius to wallow in curiosity.

"What happened next, Dad?" And he was really curious.

"I was this close to getting employed in the Tech department but George ruined everything for me the moment he stepped inside after me."

Darius raised a brow.

"How?"

"Because George ended up marrying Arabella Montgomery. I received Marriage IV instead of an Employment letter. My interview was rejected. And George was employed. Along with that— he was playing Arabella's husband while I was drowning at the bottom with debt on my neck."

He let out a broken ugly laughter that sounded like glass breaking.

"You see, Son," He patted his shoulder gently. "George Sinclair made me lose everything the moment he got married to Arabella. It was supposed to be me. I was supposed to marry Arabella and get the job and everything. The Sinclair name shouldn't even be heard if not for the relationship with the Montgomery family—"

He paused again, his expression softening but unsettled.

"— the deed is done, but I'm not."

His voice shifted to firm command now.

"You'll marry George's eldest daughter. What's she called.."

"Priscilla." Darius responded, his mind shifting into something that was cruel and poisonous that was initiated by his father.

His father was asking him to play Villain— his perfect role. But to the Sinclair family, they'd think he was the hero, they'd think the relationship with the Voss family would enhance their business and strengthen their ties, but beneath the heroic facade, he's meant to take everything and destroy the Sinclair family even before they realize the damage.

"... Priscilla. Yeah. You'll marry her. No string attached. Just destroy them."

Darius smirked— sharp, almost amusing. "I give you my word, father. I'll do this perfectly more than you expected. But first...." His voice dipped into an octave— dangerous edge. "....I'd like to first deal with that bastard myself."

"Let the bodyguards handle it. They will. And you'll do whatever that pleases you with him." He clipped, his tone humourless and enduring no argument. "Your job now is to make Priscilla fall in love deeply with you that she won't be about to say NO to whatever you demand."

Darius nodded, smirking in Satisfaction.

Meanwhile across the city, Sandra walked out of the Hospital quickly with paper that made her stomach turn and boiling at the same time rattling in her hand.

Jaxon wasn't lying. Darius had drugged her with the complex outlawed drug that could have put her six feet in the ground if Jaxon hadn't saved her in time. The sheer discovery of it made her mad with rage.

In two minutes, she drove the Car with speed that broke traffic regulation, arriving at the Sinclair family house that normally takes fifteen minutes.

Her heels stabbed the cobblestone continuously as she strutted across the premises, neglecting greetings from bodyguards and servants along the way.

She burst into the hall. The door slammed against the wall.

"This marriage cannot hold!"

Her voice cut through the hall like a whip.