Chapter 27: Chapter 27

ANGELIQUE SLOAN’S POV

“Huh?” Greyson exclaimed, scrunching his forehead as hard as he could. “Who the f*ck do you think I am to have a sex tape with someone? I have a lot of clients, yes, but that doesn’t mean that there are videos of them spreading online or anywhere!” he grunted.

“Then, how can you explain that video where you were having a good time with Gwynneth while I was ending my parents’ lives?” I asked, ignoring what he said.

A gasp escaped from Greyson’s mouth. “T-that...” He raised his hand in an attempt to grab my arm, but I nudged it off so he couldn’t hold me. “I wasn’t in the right mind when that happened, Angelique; trust me,” he panicked, making it sound like he wasn’t telling the truth.

“Why are you stuttering? Have you run out of excuses?” I smirked to provoke him.

Greyson shook his head. “I’m not making up excuses. I really wasn’t thinking straight that night. I was under the influence of alcohol, which Gwynneth forced me to drink,” he argued.

“Oh, great. A man who owns a bar got drunk.” I intentionally rolled my eyes. “That’s harder to believe than if you rather told me that you weren’t expecting that Gwynneth was recording what the two of you were doing.”

“Come on, Angelique. I haven’t even thought of doing that at all. You know that I’ve been filming your murder scene that night,” Greyson uttered.

“Whatever.” I partly bent my knees so that I could get out of his arms that were pinned on the wall.

“And besides, even if something really did occur between me and Gwynneth, there’s no way that she would get pregnant—she can never give birth no matter how many times she has had any sexual intercourse,” Greyson explained as he followed me.

I let Greyson follow me all the way back to the hospital’s area. I have no clue where my mother and that woman were staying, so I have to look for their traces.

“What are you planning now? Are you still fixated on killing your mother?” Greyson asked.

I wasn’t supposed to give Greyson an answer, but he suddenly held my hand, slowly intertwining his fingers with mine. He made sure that our hands were locked together so that I wouldn’t have any opportunities to escape.

“My plan hasn’t changed at all, Greyson. You’re also the one who convinced me to push through with it—I’ll take her life no matter what,” I answered in a serious manner.

Greyson pressed my hand, stopping me from walking. “I don’t think that this is the right time for that,” he mumbled, staring blankly in front, causing me to look the same way he was facing.

“I don’t need any proper timing, Greyson. If I delay this any further, I might be the one who’d end up lying on my deathbed,” I replied with a sigh.

I silently observed Gwynneth as she carefully wiped a cloth on my mother’s skin. We were watching them from the streets. My mother and that woman were in front of a public bathroom, which was beside a row of faucets and sinks.

“Can you at least tell me your scheme so I can back you up if I need to?” Greyson questioned me as he tugged me closer to his body, forcing me to face him. “I can’t risk losing you just because of your grudge against your mother, Angelique,” he huskily said.

What’s with this sudden change?

This man’s heartbeat was rapidly echoing through my ears, as if it were tracking its way down to mine. I literally feel how genuine Greyson was with his statement just by listening to his heartbeat.

“I won’t let you become an accessory to murder, Greyson.” I turned down his offer to be my aid.

“No one’s going to know either way,” Greyson muttered, but I didn’t entertain him anymore, so he would change the topic. “If your mother ends up dead at this time of the month, it would be crucial for you,” he said.

I raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean? Is it because I’m her daughter and the only survivor of our family?”

He shook his head. “Not just that.” Greyson softly caressed the back of my head. “You’ve been seen by a lot of people getting close with your mother recently. And from what you’ve told me, I bet that they think that Gwynneth is the real daughter and that you’re just someone who barely knows them,” he explained, explaining the reason why I should reconsider my current plan.

Greyson is basically telling me that I will be the first and prime suspect if my mother gets killed out of the blue.

I heaved out a sigh of frustration before I finally decided to let go of my plan. I can’t deny the fact that I’m utterly disappointed with my course of action, but I chose to understand Greyson’s perspective as well.

This might be for the best.

“Let’s go back home,” I huffed as I turned around, walking with him right beside me. “If I suddenly disappear without a word, then you can put the blame on my mother and Gwynneth. They would be the only ones who’s possibly after me, too,” I jokingly mumbled.

We spent a few hours outside to cool our minds. I invited him to dinner since I still haven’t returned the favor for what he did last time.

After having a feast, we decided to go to our house to doze off.

However, our attempt to rest was ruined as soon as we heard the news flash from the TV that had been turned on since the time we arrived.

“Greyson...” I whispered his name, but he didn’t respond. “Greyson, come here!” I repeated, causing him to stand up from his position and approach me.

“What’s the matter now?” Greyson sounded quite mad, but I didn’t care.

I pointed at the television’s screen. “Can you tell me if what I’m watching is real or not?” I asked him softly, with a hint of panic in my tone.

“How the f*ck...” Greyson muttered at the same time that I heard him click his tongue. “There’s no way that this is possible,” he grunted.

I furrowed my eyebrows in immense fear and vexation. “Explain yourself, Greyson!” I yelled as I grabbed his collar. “Why is the footage of how I murdered my parents playing in the news report right now?” I questioned him as loudly as I could.

This must be a dream.

God, please tell me that this is all a dream.