Vampire's Veil Of Obsession-Chapter 123: Secrets…

As if that was not enough, to their surprise, Mr. Jude laughed, as if something amusing had just occurred. Sabrina’s eyebrows shot up in confusion, and she turned to her mother.

Why was he laughing? Her mother raised an eyebrow in surprise at his laughter, then quickly regained composure and spoke quietly, "Just a quick reminder... we wouldn’t be sharing this 50-50?"

Sabrina’s mother looked at him, her eyes widening. "What do you mean you wouldn’t be sharing this 50-50? That wasn’t the plan."

A small smile played on his lips as he replied, "Yes, plans changed."

Their eyes widened further. "What did he just mean by ’plans changed’?" Mrs. Winslow’s lips trembled slightly, wondering. But that wasn’t the contract; that wasn’t the deal.

Mr. Jude spoke again, his tone casual but firm. "You know, I could simply take all the property here, but I have to make it look fair, considering you had a big role in this."

Her mother went silent, her eyes wide in shock. He continued, "Remember, the contract is already invalid. You can’t take me to court. Who in their right mind would take someone to court after they’ve played a role in their own husband’s death?"

Sabrina’s mother’s face fell, as Sabrina’s eyes widened with horror. "Mom, what’s he saying? Are we going to jail, and what role did you play?" she stammered, panic rising in her voice.

Her mother glanced at him, then he spoke again, this time with a mocking tone. "You’d be better off seeing a psychiatrist," he laughed, as if something about the situation was amusing to him.

He paused before delivering the final blow. "I’m taking 80% of the property, and you two are getting 20, ten for each."

Her mother, still in shock, asked, "Why do you dare say that? It’s my husband’s property!"

"He’s dead now," Jude snapped. "Get that through your skull, you wicked woman." fгeewebnovёl.com

The room fell into stunned silence. How had things turned out like this? How had the plan shifted so drastically? Wait—had they been tricked? It seemed like he had layered plans on top of the ones they’d already made. They had been used as bait.

Suddenly, the painful realization hit Sabrina’s mother. She should have been more patient. Her greed for money had led her to make a terrible mistake: adding something to her husband’s tea that morning, causing his head to spin. She had even told him to drive himself, insisting he hadn’t driven in a while, when he could have easily taken the chauffeur. Now, here she was, about to collect far less than she had expected—less than what her husband had usually given her monthly.

Mrs. Winslow shook her head in shock, disbelief evident on her face as her hand flew to her mouth, trembling slightly. What has she done? she thought. She hadn’t thought things through. This man had brainwashed her, and manipulated her mind.

As if Mr. Jude had read her thoughts, he laughed again. "I recommend you use this money for part-time psychiatric treatment," he said. "Then give the other half to your daughter, for being as foolish as you." He continued, "In fact, I can understand why most things on the internet shouldn’t be believed. Your other daughter, the one who is currently rumored to be emotionless and cold at her father’s funeral, is probably the only sane one among you all." He chuckled.

Sabrina’s mom shook her head. "No... no, this can’t be. Justice must be served."

She shook her head again, as if she could not believe it. "No, this isn’t true. No, I want this share!"

He laughed, mocking her. "In fact, I’d recommend a comedy show after your psychiatric treatment because you’re very funny. Justice must be served? Why wasn’t justice served when you killed him with some cheap poison? It wasn’t even an expensive poison. You’d think it would’ve been something more costly," he said, his voice quiet but biting.

"If it were expensive, I might’ve said, okay, maybe he died gracefully. But no—not to mention you’re the one who came up with the whole idea. I just backed you up by bringing someone for the crash," he finished with a mocking tone.

Sabrina’s eyes widened as she finally realized what he was talking about. "Mom, is that true?" Her mother fell silent as Jude sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "What a fake family."

Sabrina continued, tears falling from her eyes, "But you never told me this. You only told me it was Uncle Jude’s plan, that we should follow this flow so they wouldn’t take all our money."

Sabrina’s mother’s tears began to roll down her cheeks. Jude laughed again, cold and mocking. "Oh, it seems you lied to your daughter too. Wow! Wow! What a pro pretender!"

Sabrina’s mother looked at him, but his words were sharp, cutting deeper. "Mother leopard, huh? The leopard... no matter how you wash those spots, they cannot be cleaned. They cannot be removed," he spat, his voice full of disgust.

He continued, the sneer never leaving his face. "I’m glad my wife isn’t like you."

Sabrina’s mother’s eyes flew wide in disbelief, the tears growing heavier in her eyes. Jude’s next words were cruel and cutting: "These tears? They’re what they call crocodile tears. And honestly, I’d say this is very fair. Very, very fair. You owe me for keeping your secrets for five years."

Sabrina began to shake her head, tears streaming down her face. Her voice cracked as she whispered, "Mom, what is he talking about? Mom, tell me this is a lie." At this point, she didn’t even care about her expensive eyeliner.

Sabrina spoke up, her voice trembling. "Mom, no, why?"

Mr. Jude’s smile widened. "Oh, so you didn’t tell them how it really was, how you’ve been with someone outside of your household, how you cheated on your husband with his cousin, huh?" he added. Sabrina’s lips shook in shock.

"What..."

Her mother remained silent, unable to respond.

Jude, unfazed, spoke again, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "So, take this 20 percent share as payment for me keeping such wonderful secrets."

He smirked, adding with mockery, "I might make it 21 percent—one percent for making me laugh."

Sabrina’s mother said nothing, her face pale with guilt. Jude’s expression darkened, and he sneered, "Go on, Sena, keep crying. At least it’ll make your tears believable when you go outside. Wouldn’t want you to come out smiling after your own husband’s funeral, would we?"

A heavy silence filled the room, both Sabrina and her mother crying. Jude broke the quiet with a final, annoyed command: "I need to be credited. Wow."

And with that, he left.

As soon as Jude left, Sabrina’s sobs grew louder, and she collapsed to the floor. Her hand hitting the wall eith with a sharp sound as she cried uncontrollably. "Mother, you’re a wicked woman. So heartless," she whispered between sobs, her tears falling freely as disbelief washed over her. How could her mother have lied to her? How could she have been so blind?

"In fact, you don’t deserve to be a mother. You don’t deserve it at all," Sabrina cried, her voice trembling with rage and sorrow. At this point, she felt like reporting everything to the police, but the fear of jail held her back. It seemed like her own name had already been tainted, and the thought of facing consequences for something she didn’t fully understand was crippling.

Tears fell from her eyes, but it felt like she didn’t even grasp the full story—how simple yet devastating it all was. She sat there, stunned, the weight of everything crashing down on her. She had been played. She had been brainwashed.

The truth hit her like a punch to the gut. If only she and Lydia had been more aware, they would have understood why their father had been so withdrawn during those times. Their mother had been the one feeding secrets about their father’s business to her brother-in-law, Jude. That’s why he had been climbing the ranks so steadily.

Sabrina’s mind reeled as she recalled the times their father had fallen ill. He had even continued working through the sickness, obsessed with passing Jude in the business world. Now it all made sense. Her mother, the woman who should have been protecting them, had been at the heart of all of it. Heartless. Sabrina now understood how truly ruthless her mother was.

Her mother, still in shock, cried out, "What are we going to do? What are we going to do? We’re going to be broke, Sabrina!" She continued to cry, her voice breaking with despair.

Sabrina’s anger flared. This woman—this selfish, heartless woman—only cared about money. Sabrina couldn’t believe that her mother, in the face of everything, was still talking about finances.

Her mother wiped her tears and, almost in a frantic rush, spoke, "Yes, Sabrina, your husband—where is he? You didn’t arrive with him. Where is he? Ask him for money. Have him give you the money, Sabrina!" Her tears came faster, more desperate now.

Sabrina stared at her mother, disappointment in her eyes. Her voice was steady, even though her heart was breaking. "You’re a very shameless woman, mother. And I and Lowell are divorced."