The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon)

Brandon's Pov

I sat on my bed counting my hours away, I always did that of late. It gave me inner peace and helped me pass time that seemed to have slowed down. The bedsores were killing me, I felt like I was being punished, every inch of my body was in pain. And I had become so bitter like a dying old man taking his crusts on any that walked on both their legs.

A luxury that I had lost. I had made it eight months, no idea if it was by miracle or luck but it f*cking hurt. There were some days that I felt like giving up but when I looked at Thalia and her huge pregnancy I saw the hope and will to live.

Some women gave birth in their eight months while some gave birth in their seventh month. I could feel the day was near, she was going to be put to bed. We were still debating whether she was going to give birth in the house or the hospital.

I was against the house, there were a lot of complications that could go wrong and that was why a hospital delivery was always recommended and in case of complications. But Nestor and Thalia insisted the birth take place in the house. They wanted me to be present, for the birth. Yes, I had the money to shift the entire maternity ward in my house but it was still not safe, the baby had to be born at a fully functional hospital.

Their worry was that I was going to miss the delivery of the baby because It was impossible to transport my dying body to the hospital. For the last few weeks, I was unable to get out of bed. I had become completely bedridden and undergone two surgeries to remove clots near my heart.

It was getting worse, the next clots were going to be my end because my body could not take any more surgeries. At least I finally knew how I was going to die. Thrombosis or heart failure. I always thought it would be my body drying up before my heart stopped. But I was not going to risk the delivery of the baby. She was going to be delivered in a hospital and if I was going to be alive for that day, I was going to be home watching live even though Thalia does not want cameras up her lady parts.

I spent most of my days trying to figure out what Victor was doing but a month passed without any success. Nestor was very useless. I missed the days when my brain was not crowded with pain and I was able to plot and plan things for myself but the pain was too much, thinking was a luxury.

The doctor advised me to take it easy but I was running out of time. I still needed to give Thalia what I had promised her, that was Gentex and that was what I was going to give her whether she lost interest or not.

Of late she had picked up her useless hobby of studying those useless numbers. She always looked stressed like something was eating her inside. I had tried talking to her but she said it was my health that was stressing her but I couldn't help but feel like it was something else.

Every morning she woke up at five and left the house to take a walk, which was very suspicious and she always came back to the house at exactly 10 am. It was weird but I had learned to stop stressing and asking about her movements. I trusted her but she was not taking care of herself and the baby and that's what was worrying me.

I had tried convincing her to go for antenatal but every day was excuse after excuse. I stopped pushing, even Nestor was of no help. I noticed the two had become distant and it was likely they fought. I talked to Nestor to tell me what was going on but the fool asked me to talk to Thalia if I wanted answers.

Making Thalia talk about something she did not want to talk about was near to impossible. I tried talking to her in the morning but all she said was that Nestor was trying to boss her around. The two were a tota disaster that was what I realized. They were probably going to tear their throats apart the minute I was going to be put underground.

They were always so cool with each other that I even once thought they were secretly having an affair but ever since Nestor moved in they argued over silly things like which brand of diapers I should be wearing or the type of music I should be listening to. Sometimes I was forced to pretend to be dying just to cut their childish fights.

I did not see them succeeding with my mission and that's why I was working hard to make sure I gave Thalia the company before I went six feet under.

She was soon going to give birth and claim the 60% shares and the deal would be sealed but Victor was up to something. He had accepted J**i*as' s b**trd which only meant they wanted to pass the child as Josh's but that was only going to be under my dead body.

The old man even dared to announce the arrival of the baby to the whole world. I ordered Nestor to find out what Victor's angle was but he came back empty-handed.

I began debating whether to reveal Thalia's pregnancy or not but I was very sure she was not going to consent to that. I needed to think outside the box, it was obvious she had finally given up on Gentex. Even Mandel, I had noted a month passed but she never reported for work. Nestor usually did her reports and everything to do with the company while she was busy with her useless numbers.

It was frustrating when I was the only one who seemed not to have gotten bored with the revenge.