A Trillionaire’s Revenge

LAUREL's POV
"God damned boots!" I yell as I use all the strength I have to zip up my boots. They were beginning to piss me off. I had no
money to get a new pair because I'd used all the money I had to sort out something really important. I open the door to the main
house and walk in between the twin stairs. I'm about to go to the kitchen, but I hear voices coming from the dining so I head
there and I bump into her.
I roll my eyes in pure resentment. "I heard you yelling at him. Why were you yelling at him?" I ask and she does nothing but stare
stupidly.
"I have a headache." She responds nervously as she moves past me and makes her way to the stairs. I turn to look at her,
wondering why she looked so scared.
I walk further into the dining hall and there's no one. The room is empty. I could swear I heard two voices echoing from here. My
eyes fall on the table and I'm about to pick up some grapes when I stop. "No way in hell am I having her leftovers." I say as I turn
to leave.
As I'm leaving, I step on something and I pause to scan the floor. I bend to pick up what I'd stepped on.
"Who's is this?" I say as I scan the silver object. It's a diamond encrusted cufflink with 'R' engraved on it. "R?" I say, wondering
where it came from. It couldn't be for Luke and obviously no one else in the manor wore suits or could afford something so
expensive. Maybe it was stolen. I chuckle. It was now in my possession now and I knew for sure I could get some money for it, if
I sold it. I keep it in my back pocket as I head out of the house. At least, something positive happened to me since that uptight
bitch entered the house. My house.
"Come in." I say in response to the knock on the door. My back is facing the door so I don't see who's come in immediately, until I
hear his voice.
"Good morning, wife."
I turn around, "Good morning, husband." I say as I smile at him. He wasn't dressed like he was going to work. "No office plans
today?" I ask as I shamelessly scan his abs. They were sexy, too damn sexy.
"No, I wanted to spend the day with you."
I gasp, playfully acting shocked. "Who are you and what have you done with Lucas Carrington?"

He smiles, showing his white set of teeth. They turned me on. "It can't be that surprising that I'd take a day off just for you."
"Well, sometimes you make me feel like you're married to the business first before me."
He caresses my lips as we share an eye lock. "Never, Natalie. Never." He continues, "I'd like to show you something."
I raise my eyebrow, "Something? Should I be worried?"
"You'll find out."
***
"Close your eyes, wait, careful." Luke says to me as he guides me to whatever it is he'd prepared. "Keep walking," He continues,
"Okay, open your eyes in five."
"Okay. . ." I say, anxious to see what he'd done. I open my eyes and I giggle as I see him kneeling in front of me. "What are you
doing? We're married already, remember?"
He gives me that Carrington smile and I blush. "Well, will you have Lunch or should I say brunch? Well, will you eat with me, Mrs.
Carrington?" He says gesturing to the decorated table behind him. He brings his hands forward and he gives me a bouquet of
roses.
"They're so beautiful, Luke. Thank you." I say as I take his hand. We hug. "Do you like it?" He asks.
"Very much, my love." I respond.
We move to the table that has been set up for brunch. There's a wide variety of food, snacks and fruits— everything, basically. "I
need to have the pineapples first, and some chocolate bread!"
"As you wish," Luke says as I sit, and he arranges a plate for me. He quickly pours a glass of white wine as he knows it's my
favorite. I'm about to take a sip when I perceive the smell. "This smells awful." I say as I place far away from me. "Is it spoilt?" I
ask Luke.
"Champagne doesn't spoil, love. At least not until about five, ten years later."
"Well, I'd just have some orange juice then." I say. "Thank you," I say as Luke hands me a plate of mixed fruits. "I can already
feel the juices!" I exclaim.

"So, are you enjoying your aunt's presence? Did you guys catch up on anything?" Luke says as he sits, still shirtless.
I sip some orange juice, anxious at his question. Oh, Luke. How do I tell you we've been talking about the very man you
despise? "Well nothing serious, we've just talked about home and how I like it here. That's about it."
"Well?" He asks.
I raise my eyebrows as I sip some more juice, "Well what?"
"Do you like it here?"
I tilt my head to the side as I hold his hand. "I do. Very much. Luke, I'll need you to trust me and believe me when I say I'm happy
to be here."
"I do, I do trust you. I don't know how I'd take it if you were to break my trust. I'd go nuts and I would never forgive you." He says
and my heart drops. Right there and then, I was considering following aunt Ruth's advice and just telling Luke everything. That
was the best option.
I'm still lost in thoughts when I realize that he was on the phone.
"Alright. Thank you. Make it short and simple, nothing too long." Is all I'm able to hear as he ends the call.
I don't bother asking who he was talking to because I'd decided to come clean about Rocky. "Luke, I have something to tell you. .
." I say, sweating profusely. My stomach was tied in knots.
He could probably see the seriousness on my face, "You look a bit pale, are you alright?"
"Yes, I will be but I need you to listen to what I have to say." I say, my palms folded together.
He nods, "About what, my love?" He says as he stretches to hold my hands.
"Well, you see, I didn't know h-
"Natalie, my God! Come inside!"I hear aunt Ruth scream. I turn around and get up immediately as the panic in her voice makes
me worried. She arrives, panting.
"Everything is over, Natalie. Everything!" She says as she sobs.

"Everything?" I asked, confused. "What do you mean everything?" I ask as my mind wonders what could've happened to make
her this shocked.
She tries to speak, but all she can do is shake her hands. "Please, aunt, what happened?" I turn to Luke and I'm surprised to see
him still sitting on the chair.
I look at him, "Luke!" I yell. "Can't you see what's happening to my aunt?" It's like he snaps out of something and comes rushing.
"Watch the television." She says, and I rush into the house. I get to the sitting room and see the workers gathered there,
including Laurel. She gives me a sad puppy look. A look of pity.
"What's going on?" I say as I look at the television. My jaw drops, as my eyes betray me. The words of the news anchor echoing
in my head; "The Richardson dynasty might have come to a sad an abrupt end as the Richardson's are thrown into the streets by
the new owners of the Richardson Manor. The Richardson's are now left with their only business, Richardson Winery which has
just filed for bankruptcy. Is this the end of the Richardson dynasty?"