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Pay up or bite the dust!
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"Are your eyes for decoration?" She asked, a brow raised as she let the duffel bag slip from her fingers, landing on the floor.
"How come?" Her uncle's eyes still bulged, clearly unwilling to accept the fact that she was standing before them.
"You're supposed to be released next year! Don't tell me you escaped from prison!" Her uncle's wife questioned, her tone laced with shock.
Kliantha sneered, "The little tricks you two pulled to extend my sentence clearly backfired."
"Th-that can't be true. You must have escaped from prison, I'm sure of it," Carmelia made to dial a number on her phone, only for her niece-in-law to close the gap between them in seconds, yanking the hand holding the phone, causing the device to tumble from her trembling fingers, landing on the floor in a pathetic state.
"Is this your way of welcoming me, aunt?" Kliantha asked with a tone that sent chills down the plump lady's spine.
"You...l-let go of me," Carmelia cried, trying to free herself from the blonde's grip, to no avail.
"Uncle, bring my bag inside," Kliantha said to her still-stunned uncle before dragging his wife into the house.
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Kliantha now sat on a black leather couch, her feet placed on the back of her trembling aunt-in-law, who was currently on all fours on the marble floor.
Her uncle was seated across her on a luxury high-back chair, one leg draped over the other, hands placed on the armrest. Even though he tried to look confident, his hands were visibly shaking, and his forehead was adorned with a sheen of sweat.
"S-so, what do you want?" He asked.
Earlier, he had tried to resist, to free his wife from his niece's hold, only for Kliantha to deliver a mighty kick to his gut.
Her strength shocked him, and it was only after getting beaten that he realised the niece before him had changed drastically.
She was no longer meek, timid and biddable. Now, she looked like the devil's spawn!
"Send 100 million into the account written on the note. Be quick about it," Kliantha said, pointing to the open notepad on the coffee table.
"What? Why?" Martin asked with brows drawn together.
"Don't try to play dumb, old thing. You promised me a reward if I served jail time."
The bald man shook his head, "Yes, I did, but I promised you ten million back then, Kliantha."
"Yes, you did. But I clearly served more than the agreed two years. So, now I want a hundred million." She stated, glancing at her naturally grown long nails.
"Impossible!" Her uncle shot right up from his seat, but the pain in his gut made him double over, clutching his stomach with clenched teeth.
She raised a brow, "How many kicks does your gut desire? Don’t name a number below twenty,” she said with an icy tone.
"You...a hundred million is too much. I can only give you ten million." Martin said through gritted teeth, perching himself slowly on the chair. "That was the agreement. No more, no less,"
Hearing his words, she emitted a mocking chuckle, "There are many ways to squeeze the money out of you, uncle Martin," she said, using the heel of her right foot to harshly hit Carmelia's quivering back.
"Are you threatening me? Mind you, you just got out of prison. I could very well send you back there!" He said with a baleful look which had zero effect on her.
"I have no problem going back. Besides, there are people who miss my presence there. However, before I do, you and your ugly wife will have your necks nailed to the fence outside. And don't worry, I'll denude you personally of that thing between your legs and shove it in your mouth before you die. So, go on, call the police. It'll take them enough time to get here, and by then, they'll pick up your corpses first. Meanwhile, I'll be out, going after your precious daughter. I heard she's set to marry the eldest son of the Nicholas family? I'll have her defiled by men with all manner of diseases before nailing her neck to the same fence I'll nail your corpses."
Hearing this, Carmelia started trembling greatly, her clothes becoming drenched with sweat.
"Aunt Carmelia, stop shaking, or I'll give you symmetrical black eyes," Kliantha warned, taking her feet off the chubby woman's back with a look of disgust.
"N-no, please. I'll behave," the brunette said with a shaky voice, tears rimming in her eyes.
"Uncle, you have two choices. Call the police and see if they can save you in 5 minutes. Or, kindly...do the needful," she said with a sinister smile that made her uncle's lips start quavering.
Kliantha rose from the couch, producing a dagger she had bought before coming to this residence from her pants' right pocket.
"What do you think about this little guy?" She said, bringing the unsheathed dagger close to her uncle's neck.
He blenched, his eyes on the sharp blade, wishing he could disappear on the spot.
"Is it worth you making the right decision?"
"Yes. Yes, please. I-I'll do it right now. Please, don't hurt me," he said in a meek tone.
"Good choice. Now make the transfer, my blade's watching you," she lightly brushed the sharp edge of the weapon against his neck.
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