Chapter thirty two

I shut the door and my grip on the door handle was maintained. I held it so tight and watched my veins popping out.

Who are they to decide my fate? Who told them a lowlife will always amount to nothing? I may be poor now but my future will surpass whatever it is they think that they own.

Let them enjoy their riches for now. They should enjoy it all because none of it will last long in their hands. Once I discover every secret, every hidden truth of theirs, my life will go up to the next level.

Marrying Tamira is only the doorway, my main goal has not been uncovered yet but when it is... Even your connections are worthless before my feet.

I looked at the spaghetti in my other hand and smiled. I let go of the door handle and sat down on the side of my bed.

I stabbed the center of the plate with the fork and turned it, gathering a lot of spaghetti unto the York, and lifted it to my mouth and ate. It tasted delicious and that is how my victory over my mother's killers will taste.

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