Chapter 42: The Separated Children

POV RICHARD

"I had the feeling I heard shouting outside."

Lord Rockfeller watches me suspiciously.

"Those screams weren't Akira Selena's, were they?"

"Yes, they were. She is in my hands. There is no way she can escape."

A cretinous smile draws on my lips and I pour myself the wine my father Jeremy Rockfeller enjoys.

Even though it was me who achieved the feat of having seduced Akira Selena, winning the diamonds and having her on our side, it is my father who occupies the best booth, entitled to privileges like a good wine of an old vintage to toast to victory.

"Careful, she is needed to translate the diary."

My father and his interests.

"I know, so I will make her suffer so much and then trade her peace and freedom in exchange for the translation of that diary."

My father laughs and proceeds to use his fingers to rest the weight of his head.

"Whatever for me, as long as you don't screw up like the one I saved you from earlier."

"You were more considerate of Akira Selena, my father"