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“I know,” Noah urged. “And, I’m sorry I didn’t believe you sooner.”
“It doesn’t matter what you say now,” I shrieked. My voice echoed all around the graveyard. “I’m going to take away everything that matters to you. Your dad is going to support me in getting the CEO position. He’s been helping me all along.”
A triumphant smile rose on my lips while Noah’s expression turned thunderous.
“Your father is an honorable man and kept his promise to my mom,” I said in the same seething voice. “He’s helped me so far and he’s going to help me snatch everything from you.”
“I’ll talk to him,” said Noah. “There’s no way I’m letting you get into this business, Milla. It’s dangerous. Trust me.”
“I don’t care if it kills me,” I said, smiling despite the cold washing over me. “I’ll be happy as long as you watch me take what’s yours. You were so scared of losing everything to me and my mom. Well, I’m here to make your nightmares real.”
“Milla...”
“You’re not welcome here,” I shouted, balling my hands into hard fists. “Leave.”
Noah’s breathing turned hard. His eyes raged with anger and frustration.
I gazed at him with a challenging stare, almost daring him to attack me.
Seconds ticked by.
Noah heaved a heavy sigh and turned around, walking away from the site.
I should’ve felt happy and triumphant for driving him away but for some reason, only tears fell from my eyes.
9
Camilla
I looked through the glass wall to feast my eyes on the night scene of Silverlake City. The penthouse on the sixtieth floor of this magnificent residential building served as my home now.
The vast living space behind me was reflected on the clear glass. Chic pieces of red leather furniture dotted the room. Tall vases of brass were filled with fresh flowers, leaving a subtle fragrance lingering in the air.
I reminisced about the tiny old apartment that I called home during the four years of college. It was the first place I rented with the money I earned.
The feeling of pride and achievement back then was the same as it was now.
Taking a deep breath, I steeled myself as a wave of nostalgia washed over me.
The past five years were an uphill battle to establish myself in Silicon Valley. No one handed me anything on a silver platter. Even Brian had a limit on how much he could invest in a new company and its novice owner.
“Hard work brought me here,” I whispered to my reflection in the mirror.
This was the mantra I needed to remember.
The dinner at The Orchid that evening would be anything but casual. Everyone would have the chance to talk to me one-on-one. There would be no space to retreat from their questions.
I didn’t fear the prospect of answering any of the investors’ questions. My confidence in my capabilities would be enough to reassure them.
I only worried about the Amhurst brothers.
They all wanted me to believe they were sorry.
It’s too soon to trust anything they say, I told myself.
There was a time when they almost let me feel safe and secure at a party before dousing me in a bucket of rotting pig blood. The cruel humiliation was still etched in my mind.
Walking away from the wall, I grabbed my phone lying on top of a plush red ottoman. Dialing Greg’s number, I waited for him to pick up my call.
