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Simon.

“What are you doing here? I thought you dropped off the face of the planet,” I say angrily, trying to jerk my arm away.

“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Did you think I was gonna give up so easily? Did you think I wouldn’t know about the rumors that the Belcourt brothers have a new little slut? You’re nothing but a tramp,” he spits at me as he throws me to the ground.

I note with irritation that I’ve got mud on my dress and that it’s all his fault.

“Simon,” I say defiantly. “You have nothing on me. I’m not yours to claim anymore. I want you out of my life forever.”

He hisses, “It’s not that easy, Meg. You promised me information, and you haven’t delivered. Don’t you remember what I said to you before you came out here? I told you I would ruin your life if you didn’t get this done, and that’s exactly what I plan to do. But first, I want to taste that sweet little pussy one last time.”

“What are you talking about?” I don’t like the tone in his voice at all.

To my utter horror, I see the glint of a gun being pulled out of his pocket.

“I mean that I’m going to fuck you, and then I’m gonna kill you right here on the grounds of your gorgeous fucking mansion.”

Suddenly, I realize that I’ve sorely underestimated Simon. He’s been verbally abusive for most of our relationship, but it’s never descended into the physical. I didn’t even know he owned a gun.

His words make me flinch, and I don’t know what to say. I’m on the ground, vulnerable. I don’t see any way out of the situation.

Maybe I could try to grab the gun from his hands? But Simon’s way bigger than me. No, I have to rationalize with him. These can’t be my last moments on earth…they just can’t be.

So I try to reason with him. “Simon, didn’t you get my text? I’m right on the verge of finding the will. Being with the guys is just a ploy to get into their minds. Maybe they’ll tell me where the will is at.”

My voice is trembling, and he can sense my fear. He preys on fear. It’s like a drug for him.

“No, Meg, it’s too late for you. Didn’t you know I had spies in the house? Did you really think I’d set you off into the country, free as a bird? I know everything that’s been going on, and I know you haven’t been doing your job.”

“Simon, please. Be reasonable.”

I say the words, but I feel like they’re falling on deaf ears. He has a crazed look in his eyes that I don’t dare argue with. It’s as if he’s lost his mind.

I knew Simon wanted the fortune, but I had no idea he’d be willing to shed blood for it. This just goes to show what kind of relationship I’ve been in.

Floods of memories come washing in—every insult and snide comment he’s delivered my way, every single time he put me down. He was an abuser for sure, but now I see that he’s also a criminal. A murderer.

My chance at life, at happiness, is over. And the last thing I’ll feel is his evil presence inside of me. I’ll be raped and left for dead.

These are the last seconds of my life, and yet all I can think of are the guys and how devastated they’ll be to find me like this—and to see all at once that I’ve betrayed them from the beginning.

I was on the brink of happiness—and now it’s all being snatched away. I should’ve known that it couldn’t all be so perfect.

“Fine, Simon, have it your way. But you’ll never win. The fortune is beyond your reach, and the sooner you realize that, the better.”

He kicks me hard in the stomach, and I gasp for breath, having the wind knocked out of me.

“Shut up, bitch. You are going to die, and no one will care.”

I close my eyes in fear as his weight bears down on me, and I feel him snatching at my dress, tearing it to pieces.

The last thing I see are scraps of silver fabric and the distant light of many candles illuminating the party that should’ve been for me.

My perfect night has turned into my perfect death.

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