Marrying My Father's Enemy-Chapter 134: Beatrice’s Wrath

Chapter 134: Beatrice’s Wrath

Beatrice paced back and forth in her new office.

It was a small room barely lit, papers scattered across the desk, shelves lined with files and boxes marked with names she no longer cared about.

Her hands trembled as she grabbed a framed picture of her and Henry, their fake smiles glared back at her.

"Piece of trash!" She screamed, throwing it against the wall. The glass shattered, raining shards onto the floor.

"How dare he?" she shrieked like a zombie.

"How dare he throw me out of my own house?"

Steven stood stiffly near the door, he wrapped his hands around his chest. "It’s not your house anymore, Beatrice. Henry made sure of that."

Beatrice spun on him with her wild eyes. "Don’t you start with me!"

She swept her arm across the desk, sending files, papers, and a heavy lamp crashing to the ground.

"You’ve lost control," Steven said coldly. "You always do this. And it’s why we’re in this mess."

"Don’t lecture me!" Beatrice screeched. "You think this is my fault? It’s Henry’s! He turned Vanessa against me! He turned everyone against me!"

Steven rolled his eyes. "Vanessa was never on your side. She’s just like him—weak, spineless, and always looking for someone to blame."

"Shut up!" Beatrice screamed.

Her hand flew out before she could stop herself, slapping Steven hard across the face.

He staggered back, his hand flew to his cheek. "You’re losing it, Beatrice."

She glared at him, her chest heaved. "And you’re pathetic. You’ve done nothing for me. You sit there, smirking, while my life falls apart!"

"I’ve done everything for you!" Steven snapped, his voice finally rising.

"I’ve kept your secrets, handled your messes, and stood by you while you destroyed yourself. And for what? So you could push me away, like everyone else?"

"You’ve done nothing but stand in my way."

Steven’s Proposition wasn’t clear...

He took a deep breath, trying to comfort himself.

"Vanesa is the key, Beatrice," he said, his tone calmer now. "She’s angry at Henry. She’s looking for someone to trust. If we can get her on our side—"

"Vanessa?" Beatrice interrupted, laughing bitterly. "Vanessa is a traitor. She’s useless to me now. Just like Henry."

"She’s your daughter," Steven reminded her.

Beatrice’s eyes narrowed. "She was Henry’s daughter. That’s all I ever needed her to be. Now she’s nothing to me."

Steven’s jaw tightened. "Then you’re a bigger fool than I thought."

Beatrice ignored him, grabbing another pile of papers from the desk and ripping them in half.

"Henry thinks he’s won. He thinks he can humiliate me, throw me out like I’m nothing."

Steven sighed. "He has won, Beatrice. He’s taken everything—your house, your reputation, Vanessa—"

Beatrice slammed her fists on the desk. "I don’t care about any of that! You think I need his mansion? His approval? No. I just need him to suffer."

Steven watched her carefully. "And how are you going to do that? You’re cut off, Beatrice. No money, no power, no allies."

Beatrice stilled, her lips curled into a smile. "I still have one thing he cares about."

Steven frowned. "Vanessa? She’s already gone."

"No," Beatrice said, her voice in a lower tone. "Eira. She’s my escape from all of this."

Steven raised an eyebrow. "Eira doesn’t care about you or Henry. She’s made that very clear. And she will destroy you both."

Beatrice’s smile widened, her eyes glinting with madness.

"Exactly. She’s the one thing Henry wants but can never have. And if I hurt her—if I destroy her—Henry will crumble."

"You’re insane," Steven said flatly.

Beatrice laughed, a shrill, unhinged sound. "Maybe I am. But insanity gets results."

This was a new low even from Steven’s point.

Beatrice walked to the window, staring out at the city lights.

"Henry thinks he’s too strong," she murmured. "But he forgets how well I know him. I know his weaknesses, his fears. And Eira... she’s his biggest one."

Steven stepped closer, his voice cautious. "Beatrice, if you go after Eira, you’ll cross a line you can’t come back from."

Beatrice turned to him. "I crossed that line a long time ago."

Steven hesitated. "What’s your plan?"

Beatrice smiled again, the kind of smile that sent chills down Steven’s spine.

"I don’t need a plan. I just need an opportunity. And when it comes, I’ll make sure Henry regrets every second of his miserable life."

Steven shook his head. "You’re going to destroy yourself in the process."

Beatrice shrugged, her smile stayed the same.

"Better to burn than to fade, wouldn’t you agree?"

This was what one could call a, A Mother’s Fury...

As the night dragged on, Beatrice’s hysteria only grew.

She smashed another vase, hurled another chair. Steven stood silently, watching her unravel.

"You’re all I have left," Steven said quietly.

Beatrice paused, her chest heaving, her hair wild around her face.

For a moment, something softened in her eyes, but it was gone just as quickly.

"No," she said firmly. "You’re not enough."

Steven flinched but said nothing.

Beatrice walked past him, her heels clicked loudly.

"I’m done sitting in the shadows. If Henry wants a war, I’ll give him one."

She stopped at the door and turned to face him. "But if you ever mention Vanessa again, I’ll make sure you regret it."

Steven stared at her, "Do whatever you want, Beatrice. Just don’t expect me to pick up the pieces."

Beatrice smiled coldly. "I won’t need you to. There won’t be anything left to pick up."

With that, she walked out, leaving Steven alone in the mess she had created.

He knew Vanesa was his daughter, but he didn’t know how to approach her all along.

It was difficult, when Henry was brainwashed and convinced that she was his.

It would’ve been weird, if Steven just started hanging out with Vanesa...

"What a mess..." He whispered.

As Beatrice stepped out into the night, she felt a strange sense of clarity.

She had lost everything—her family, her reputation, her home. But in her mind, she still had power.

Power to hurt. Power to destroy.

And Eira would be the first to feel it.

This 𝓬ontent is taken from fre𝒆webnove(l).𝐜𝐨𝗺