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"Do you have any good news for us, Angelo? Your mother and I are getting impatient. When do you plan to accomplish everything—when we can no longer stand and enjoy all the luxuries?" Eugene Fuentebella asked, his tone sharp and authoritative.
They were now at their "new" mansion. He had received a call from his parents, saying they had something important to discuss. Both his parents and his sister, Anne, were present.
He smirked and looked at his father. "Father, don't worry."
"Don't worry? I thought your plan was going smoothly? When will we finally be rich? I mean, yes, we're already wealthy and no longer living the life of poverty we once knew. But this is not enough for me! Why would we settle for less when we can always have more?" his mother, Maria, snapped, her voice filled with frustration.
He couldn't help but laugh. There was no need for them to worry.
"Are you laughing at us, brother?" Anne asked, irritated.
He shrugged. "I'm not laughing at you. Can you please relax? You all think so negatively. Just relax..." he said, still chuckling.
His mother rubbed the back of her neck, as if she were about to have a high blood pressure episode. "Eugene, talk to your son. Maybe you can knock some sense into his head! He still has the nerve to laugh! All talk and no action! He must have been completely brainwashed by that worthless human!"
His face turned serious. "I'm being serious here, Mom. I'm telling you to relax. There's nothing more for you to worry about. I've taken care of our problem, and you'll see—we'll reach the peak of success. You'll be able to do and buy anything you want in this world." He grinned devilishly.
His family froze and stared at him. "What do you mean, Angelo?"
He couldn't stop himself from laughing—a chilling, demonic laugh that echoed throughout the mansion. "Just think about it. Why are we in a new mansion? Why do we have luxurious cars? Why do we now own businesses? Haven't you realized...?"
Their eyes widened. "Don't tell us—"
"Because I've won. It's all over. Veronica's gone."
A gasp escaped their lips. "What do you mean she's gone? Did you kill her?" his father asked, shocked.
He nodded calmly. "Yes, I killed her with my bare hands. Oh, why do you all look so surprised? Isn't this exactly what you wanted?"
The shock on his father's face was indescribable. "B-But—"
Maria Fuentebella cleared her throat. "There's no 'buts,' Eugene! Your son is right. Why are you acting so surprised? Wasn't this our plan from the very start? To get rid of that disgusting human!" she snapped, annoyed at her husband.
"I never liked that woman either. And I never will. But did you really have to kill her, Angelo? She was a weak and powerless human. Why did you have to kill her?" Eugene was conflicted. He felt relief, but also fear.
Anne Fuentebella was irritated by her father's reaction. "Stop it, Dad! My brother did the right thing. That Veronica had to be erased from this world! If he didn’t kill her, there was a chance that things could have turned against us. She already brought nothing but trouble when Angelo married her, and now you're feeling guilty because she's dead? She deserved it!"
Their mother nodded in agreement. "Your daughter is right, Eugene. Stop being so nonsensical! Your son's life was almost ruined by that good-for-nothing human. It's only right that we get the last laugh and everything she had," she emphasized.
He smiled, feeling no remorse. "Now, there's no reason for you to worry anymore. I've taken care of everything. Veronica is out of our lives. There's no one left to stand in the way of our plans."
Anne approached him and hugged him tightly. "You're the best, brother! Thank you for getting rid of that woman. You know I never liked her. She didn’t deserve a man like you. You deserve someone rich, with a great career, a wealthy family, and a pack—a beautiful she-wolf. Not trash like her."
Eugene cleared his throat to get the family's attention. "How did you kill her, Angelo? Did you make sure no one saw what you did? Did you make sure everything was clean?"
His wife rolled her eyes. "What do you think to ou, son? Stupid? Angelo is very smart. I'm sure he planned everything carefully. It's all clean," she said with full confidence.
But the old man still couldn't rest easy. He wanted to hear the answer directly from his son's mouth. "Angelo, answer me."
The memory of the night he killed his wife flashed in his mind. He nodded. "Mom's right, Dad. My plan is perfect. No one will point a finger at me. I killed her during the full moon."
"Oh, so you shifted? What about her family? I'm sure Veronica's family will look for her," his father asked, still worried.
"That'll be easy to handle, Dad. Don't you know I also have a talent for acting? It's easy to manipulate people with fragile emotions. I'm certain I'll convince Veronica's family that she's missing and left me." He smirked mischievously. "If I were you, I wouldn't waste time worrying about my useless wife. Let's focus on getting even richer."
They didn't notice the presence that had just arrived.
"Are you talking about Veronica?"
They were all startled and turned to look at the person who had spoken.
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