Ch 17 - The Jackpot Plan

"The car is here," Daniel announced minutes later, and the workers helped Tiana and I carry our suitcases to the van.

"Shit, I forgot my laptop. Eve, hold this for me, please," Daniel said, handing me his phone as I made my way to the van, and Daniel rushed back upstairs.

I used this time to peek—I know, I'm a terrible person.

His phone wasn't even locked.

I was about to snoop to check the chats when a call interrupted me.

"Sara?" I read out.

That was the name of the girl he's been chatting with, huh?

Good, that's all I need.

I picked up the call, and she started talking. "Hey Daniel, I got those stuff ready. When are you going to arrive?"

This bitch.

I was about to reply when Daniel walked in.

"Who's calling?" he asked as he took the phone from me.

He didn't even wait for me to answer; he just left me behind, and I knew he was hiding something.

Clara or whatever your name is, you're on my blacklist now.

It was a joyful trip to wherever we were going, but I had a foul mood.

Daniel was on his phone the entire time, claiming to be busy. Why am I even here?

"What's wrong?" Tiana asked after she noticed I was quiet and looking moody.

"I think my period is coming. I'm having weird mood swings."

"You just finished your period last week, silly. It's just you," she replied, giggling and continuing to joke with the others.

Daniel finally put down his phone and asked Tiana to switch seats with him.

Tiana giggled, and I asked her not to because if he sat beside me, I would kill him.

That's what I thought until he was seated beside me and gave me a peck.

I hate him. I really do.

For the rest of the drive, I forgot who Sara was and just enjoyed sitting beside my man.

Harry took pictures to tease me.

I didn't mind, though.

We finally arrived at the location, and that's when reality dawned on us all.

Our sleepover was on a cruise ship—we were going to be sailing while having our sleepover!

Daniel!

Another call reminded me of why I was angry at Daniel in the first place.

"Yes, we are here. Where are you?" It was stupid Sara calling him.

A pretty blonde lady in a tight black dress that showed her wonderful curves popped up from one of the buildings beside us.

And Daniel finally introduced her to us.

How dare he?

"This is Sara, my assistant. She was the one who helped us with reservations and the cruise ship," he said.

My face lit up, and I'm sure he noticed because he was smirking.

It was a prank!

Harry admired the dashing young lady and asked Daniel if she would be joining us.

"No, she's just here to help with the formalities," Daniel said.

With that, she excused herself and left us.

I was very relieved, apart from the fact that she wasn't who I thought she was. If Daniel had such a pretty girl close to him and still liked me, I must have really hit the jackpot this time.

The hostesses helped us with our luggage, and the boys regretted not bringing enough stuff. Tiana laughed at them.

Tiana's face, continuously plastered with a smile as we walked into the ship, reminded me of the faces of those kids when they found out they were rich and finally had a foster parent to take care of them.

The kids had finally agreed to do it my way, and I started by torturing the man a little bit before we closed the deal.

Jonathan couldn't watch, so he went outside. For someone who's going to be a man, he was too sympathetic.

Gloria shocked me, though, and stood there while I pulled out the man's thing and burned it with a hot scalpel.

He was in horrible pain as I tasered it.

"Don't mind me," I told him. "I'm just punishing the cause of the problem."

He continued to look at me with horror and fear as he screamed with his nose, as his mouth taped shut.

It was the night of my life because I certainly enjoyed it.

There was no blood, sadly, because I wanted to keep it clean so there wouldn't be any questionable theories when I set the house on fire.

Yes, I was going to set the house on fire.

I knew their father had a house insurance policy that he didn't really need but had been paying consistently. So, if I set the house on fire while he went to prison, the money would automatically go to the children.

To prevent the foster parents from taking the money, I opened a savings account for them so the money would go there and would not be accessible until Gloria turned 18 and by then Gloria would be Jonathan's guardian and they could be on their own.

After setting the house on fire, they pretended to have narrowly escaped and they called the cops, saying that their father was still inside.

We had untied him and placed him in his room after he got knocked out with pain and we made sure he was naked so that his burnt genitals would look like they were damaged because of the fire.

It was a perfect plan, Jackpot even.

After he was taken to the hospital, the children lodged a complaint about him molesting them.

They gave their statements and won the lawsuit.

Mr. SA, however, got years of imprisonment and badly burnt genitals that hardly functioned. Sadly for him, he couldn't remember anything that happened before he passed out, so it was a terrible experience for him.

I advised Gloria to ask for a restraining order so that when he came out, he wouldn't be able to approach them, and if he did, he would be arrested again.

She actually wanted to give me some of the money from the insurance, but I didn't do it for the money.

I did it for what I got from it.

The satisfaction I got from torturing someone—sadly, there was no blood to see.

But I made sure there was blood in the next harming adventures.

There was plenty, even.

And these were my little desires that I loved and thought in my head.