When the Inheritance Plan Failed, He Turned on Me

I exchanged contacts with SmallTownGirl, and she was already waiting for me at the edge of the village.

For safety, we stayed on the phone the whole time until I finally got in the car. Only then did she breathe out in relief.

Her name was Rebecca Chapman. She looked quiet and delicate, but she was anything but.

She said, "I'm telling you, if I hadn't been worried about blowing your cover, I would've rushed in that day and beat the crap out of those two trash bags.

"Two absolute idiots. Their brains must've fallen into a toilet and soaked in it to come up with something that low. I can't stand gold-digging, social-climbing losers. They act civilized, but you can always smell the rot underneath.

"He's a delusional, greedy loser who doesn't know his place. Hopefully, life catches up to him, and he ends up dealing with the mess he deserves."

Her words were crude, sure, but she wasn't wrong.

I couldn't help laughing, and Rebecca immediately caught herself and stopped.

"Sorry. I got carried away."

I replied, "It's fine. Honestly… it was satisfying to hear."

She shot me an awkward smile, then asked, "So what's your plan now?"

My chest tightened. I leaned back in the seat, trying to breathe evenly.

"I'll get a hotel for the night. Tomorrow, I'm bringing people to his place to blow this wide open and ruin their reputations."

Rebecca slapped the steering wheel. "Say no more. I'll call my friends. We'll go with you."

She dropped me off at the hotel and said she would pick me up in the morning.

After a shower, I lay in bed and put on something explicit.

In the living room, six bottles of strong liquor were already empty, and the bottles were scattered all over the floor.

Harry was nowhere to be seen. He must have gone out looking for me.

It all started when Sharon got overheated and stripped down to a camisole. Her face was flushed, her legs were pressed tightly together, and her hands were rubbing restlessly over her body.

Ronald stared as if he had lost his mind, squeezed in next to her, and grabbed her chest without hesitation.

Once the drugs kicked in and the liquor hit, no one remembered that the focus of tonight was supposed to be Freya. They just went at it right on the couch.

The guys on the side got worked up watching and jumped in as if it were nothing.

More of them joined. They first paired off, then turned it into a full-on chain of bodies.

I felt sick just looking at it.

Before long, Harry burst through the door, panting. His voice was hoarse. "That woman ran off. Stop messing around and help me find her! She doesn't know this area, so she can't have gotten far."

But no one was listening anymore.

Just then, someone reached behind him, sliding a hand under his waistband. He jolted, body going rigid in shock.