The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon)

Chapter 79

Brandon’s Pov

I sat on my bed counting my hours away, I always did that of late. It gave me inner peace and helped

me pass time that seemed to have slowed down. The bedsores were killing me, I felt like I was being

punished, every inch of my body was in pain. And I had become so bitter like a dying old man taking

his crusts on any that walked on both their legs.

A luxury that I had lost. I had made it eight months, no idea if it was by miracle or luck but it f*cking

hurt. There were some days that I felt like giving up but when I looked at Thalia and her huge

pregnancy I saw the hope and will to live.

Some women gave birth in their eight months while some gave birth in their seventh month. I could feel

the day was near, she was going to be put to bed. We were still debating whether she was going to

give birth in the house or the hospital.

I was against the house, there were a lot of complications that could go wrong and that was why a

hospital delivery was always recommended and in case of complications. But Nestor and Thalia

insisted the birth take place in the house. They wanted me to be present, for the birth. Yes, I had the

money to shift the entire maternity ward in my house but it was still not safe, the baby had to be born at

a fully functional hospital.

Their worry was that I was going to miss the delivery of the baby because It was impossible to transport

my dying body to the hospital. For the last few weeks, I was unable to get out of bed. I had become

completely bedridden and undergone two surgeries to remove clots near my heart.

It was getting worse, the next clots were going to be my end because my body could not take any more

surgeries. At least I finally knew how I was going to die. Thrombosis or heart failure. I always thought it

would be my body drying up before my heart stopped. But I was not going to risk the delivery of the

baby. She was going to be delivered in a hospital and if I was going to be alive for that day, I was going

to be home watching live even though Thalia does not want cameras up her lady parts.

I spent most of my days trying to figure out what Victor was doing but a month passed without any

success. Nestor was very useless. I missed the days when my brain was not crowded with pain and I

was able to plot and plan things for myself but the pain was too much, thinking was a luxury.

The doctor advised me to take it easy but I was running out of time. I still needed to give Thalia what I

had promised her, that was Gentex and that was what I was going to give her whether she lost interest

or not.

Of late she had picked up her useless hobby of studying those useless numbers. She always looked

stressed like something was eating her inside. I had tried talking to her but she said it was my health

that was stressing her but I couldn’t help but feel like it was something else.

Every morning she woke up at five and left the house to take a walk, which was very suspicious and

she always came back to the house at exactly 10 am. It was weird but I had learned to stop stressing

and asking about her movements. I trusted her but she was not taking care of herself and the baby and

that’s what was worrying me.

I had tried convincing her to go for antenatal but every day was excuse after excuse. I stopped

pushing, even Nestor was of no help. I noticed the two had become distant and it was likely they

fought. I talked to Nestor to tell me what was going on but the fool asked me to talk to Thalia if I wanted

answers.

Making Thalia talk about something she did not want to talk about was near to impossible. I tried talking

to her in the morning but all she said was that Nestor was trying to boss her around. The two were a

total disaster that was what I realized. They were probably going to tear their throats apart the minute I

was going to be put underground.

They were always so cool with each other that I even once thought they were secretly having an affair

but ever since Nestor moved in they argued over silly things like which brand of diapers I should be

wearing or the type of music I should be listening to. Sometimes I was forced to pretend to be dying

just to cut their childish fights.

I did not see them succeeding with my mission and that’s why I was working hard to make sure I gave

Thalia the company before I went six feet under.

She was soon going to give birth and claim the 60% shares and the deal would be sealed but Victor NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

was up to something. He had accepted J**i*as’ s b**trd which only meant they wanted to pass the child

as Josh’s but that was only going to be under my dead body.

The old man even dared to announce the arrival of the baby to the whole world. I ordered Nestor to find

out what Victor’s angle was but he came back empty-handed.

I began debating whether to reveal Thalia’s pregnancy or not but I was very sure she was not going to

consent to that. I needed to think outside the box, it was obvious she had finally given up on Gentex.

Even Mandel, I had noted a month passed but she never reported for work. Nestor usually did her

reports and everything to do with the company while she was busy with her useless numbers.

It was frustrating when I was the only one who seemed not to have gotten bored with the revenge.