The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon)

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Thalia’s Pov

I walked out of the room with my fists clenched, angry for blood. Brandon was going to get it, and I was

going to ignore his illness and punish him. He had no right to throw me into shark-infested waters.

What if Jessica and Josh were too much for me? I never dreamed or wished to be in the same room

with those two, no matter how low they plummeted off the Radar, even though I handed it to them.

That dream vanished the day I confirmed that I was pregnant, my priorities changed that day. The only

two things that mattered were my baby and the Jerk.

Josh was never supposed to see the child, Brandon assured me of that, which meant he wasn’t

supposed to see me pregnant.

What if he started an investigation? What if he got suspicious and found out about the sperms?

Brandon was a complete m*ron, did he ever get to stop and think of the consequences?

I ignored Nestor’s appeals and proceeded straight to the back door. He was just as much of a liar as

his obnoxious employer, the jerks deserved each other.

I would have driven away and left his lying a*s at the ridiculous party if I could fly a helicopter but I

needed his a*s to get to the other jerk.

Everything was beginning to make sense; Brandon wanted me to go to the ridiculous Gala in the hopes

of me running into Josh and the sk***k. But why was that? Why would he do such a thing to me?

My tears were pouring down my cheeks as Nestor caught up with me and blocked me. “Why are you

so upset, Thalia? You did well in there.” He remarked as if he hadn’t seen the filth that had just

happened.

The sh*t was probably going to be all over the news and internet before tomorrow. I was going to be

the center of attention in the country. People were going to start asking questions and eventually the

truth was going to come to light.

And the fool that started all the sh*t would be long dead and I would be left alone in a cluster of

humiliation. I wanted to punch him across the face, but he handed me his phone and said, “It’s

Brandon.”

In a fit of rage, I sna***hed the phone and threw it away. “If you know what’s best for you, stay out of

my way,” I yelled at him.

“Thalia, calm down; you’re simply stressing the baby,” he replied.

“That should have been obvious to you and your obnoxious boss,” I said and began heading toward the

car. I was so enraged, if only I had inadvertently bumped into them, I would have been ecstatic, but that

was not the case. I’d been set up by the man I loved, and I needed to know what was going on.

When Nestor got in, I told him not to look behind and to focus on driving. He urged that we travel to the

city house so that I could shower, chill down, and recover before dealing with Brandon, which was not

on my plan.

I did not need rest, I wanted to yell and insult Brandon. Sleeping was not on my list of priorities. I yelled

at him to hurry up and drive me to where he was packing the stup*d chopper. He drove quietly and we

were in the air in minutes.

Brandon had attempted to contact me using my phone but I ignored all of the calls. He wasn’t going to

simply talk his way out of the mess he’d gotten himself into, and I wasn’t going to buy it if he pretended

to be ill.

He always managed to get out of sh*t by hiding behind his illness. It was always tempting not to scold

him, how could anyone with a heart do that.

I marched directly into the house with my shoes in my hand, ready to smash them with his pale face

whether or not he had a fever or not.

When I entered the room, he was sitting on the bed, his face solemn. I matched up to him and

attempted to strike him, but he did not flinch or attempt to shield his face with his hands; he wanted me Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

to strike him for unknown reasons.

“Get away from him!” Nestor screamed as he surged in and pulled the shoe from my grip. “Let go of

me!” I became enraged and screamed at him.

“Calm down, you’re just going to put him in a coma,” he shouted back.

“Get out, Nestor!” Brandon took the initiative and spoke up.

We both turned to face him, his dejected expression and eyes locked on his useless iPad. If only I

could hit his face with that useless thing he always stared at.

“Brandon, she’s serious and hormonal, and she’ll hurt you,” Nestor warned him.

“Then let her kill me; at the very least, she’ll get me out of this horrible life,” he remarked.

Brendan Fraser was playing the pity card, I knew it, he wasn’t even ashamed of it. I busted out

laughing like a madwoman.

“Thalia This isn’t humorous; you’re going to do something you’ll regret for the rest of your life,” Nestor

cut me short.

“She’s already kicking herself for not jumping that fateful night, so don’t worry ” Brandon responded,

raising his gaze to me.

“Please excuse me! Are you stup*d, or has your stup*d disease taken hold of you?” I posed the

question.

“Thalia! Enough of this!” Nestor tried to drag me out of the room by my hand. I attempted to push him

away, but he clung to my hand. “Give me a break! Let go of my hand, you are hurting me!” I cried out.

He suddenly let go of me after noticing he was holding me tightly. “You’re a dunderhead, you’re

absolutely g*y, your dunderhead boss was correct!” I yelled at him, but all he did was laugh and put his

hands in his pockets.

Brandon cleared his throat and said, “I set you up to see if you could defend yourself in the event of my

death!”

I turned around, irritated, trying to grasp the sh*t that just came out of his mouth. “What if I died? And

both Josh and Jessica came for you? Would you stand up for yourself or whimper like the old brainless

Thalia?” he inquired but I only stared at him.

“Well, you passed the test, anyway I knew you would pass because you have changed a lot in the last

three months,” he said, clearing his throat. “You are self-sufficient; you even dare to lie in my face about

a lot of sh*t,” he declared.

My heart stopped beating, and in the back of my mind, I remembered the first conversation I had with

Nestor when he told him about the true, merciless, ruthless Brandon, not the Brandon with whom I

shared a bed.

That Brandon was the one staring back at me, his eyes so icy and without a hint of a smile. He was

scary, very scary but I was not going to let him intimidate me.

“There was something fishy about the Italian holiday, and the m*ron I warned to keep an eye on you

also lied to me. Congratulations you managed to turn him to your side. Is this how I will spend my last

days? Surrounded by traitors?” he screamed

He wasn’t going to flip his betrayal around on me, so I folded my arms and turned away. Not this time

and not in the future. “How did I betray you?” I asked.

“Lies,” he replied.

“Then we’re on equal footing, you set me up with my enemy when you promised me that Josh was

never going to see the baby. And whatever you think I did to you, you can shove it up to your a*s. You

could have just asked me to meet Josh and his sk**k!”

He smiled and asked, “And what would be your punishment if I did that?” He enquired.

I shrugged; he was a complete m**on. He dared to act as if I was his property that knelt to his will. He

was so used to knowing everything and buying people off that he was so p**ssed that I managed to slip

off his detection.

It was insulting if anyone looked at it closely, the brainless girl managed to outdo him. It gave me the

determination to finish off the project so that I could come and throw it in his face and the good part

was that he had a new mystery to solve, there was no way he was going to give up on life without

finding out what I was hiding from him. It was game on.

“And about the nonsense, I’m supposed to stuff down my a*s? I’ll figure it out, I always do,” he warned.

I shifted my gaze to Nestor, who was wearing a solemn expression on his face. We’d prepared

ourselves for the day when Brandon would suspect us and confront us with his suspicions.

He had no idea I was inventing the gadget for him; he was attempting to force us to confess due to our

guilt but we were not going to make it easy for him.

“Then good luck finding out about the sh*t,” I answered with a grin

He sneered and turned his attention to Nestor, “You have two minutes to spill the stuff,” he ordered him.

Nestor was very loyal to Brandon, and he once remarked that if I took longer with my project and

Brandon asked, he would tell him everything. According to him, hiding the project was only going to put

more stress on his boss who was obsessed with knowing everything and being on top.

Nestor looked away then turned to face us, I could see that he was p*ssed too “Instead of spending

every last moment in each other’s arms, you’re fighting here! I believe I should find myself a girl, take

leave and have a lot of sex with her,” he declared.

“Call me when you both grow up,” and he walked out of the room, leaving Brandon and I stunned.