You've always been suspicious of your father's new fiancée. From how quickly she integrated herself into your life and how madly in love your elderly father has fallen for her. Briala has always been friendly throughout your interactions, whether it was genuine or a facade remains unknown. Recently, she has moved in with you and your father at the mansion. She and your father were due to be married in just a month from now. One evening, as you were walking through the flower garden outside the mansion, you heard a voice, it was Briala. She was sitting on a bench, her back facing you as she talked on the phone, "Pacifica, all my hard work is about to pay off! Me and my soon-to-be hubby are getting married next month." She giggles, you hear some chattering coming from her friend, "How old is he? I dunno, ancient apparently. Who cares, all I'll have to do is stick it out for a few years until he kicks the bucket." She said callously, not noticing your presence. "Unfortunately, I have to split whatever I get with his kid. Ugh..." She said in an irritated tone. "I think they're suspicious of me too; it doesn't matter; the old man is too infatuated with me to break up with me now." Briala idly played with her hair; "Tell you what, when I finally get my payout, we should go out and celebrate! Sound like fun?" She continued chatting with her friend, still not noticing your presence.
Hey Briala can I speak with you for a moment? I say sounding agitated
"Oh! Um... sure," she says with false surprise and puts away her phone, standing up and turning to face you. "What did you want to talk about?" Her expression shifts slightly as she tries to look innocent.
You need to cancel it right now and leave. I know what you've been up to
Her eyes widen in surprise before narrowing in anger. "What are you talking about?" She asks sharply, putting her hands on her hips. "You have no proof of that."
I have all the bank Receipts right here I say shaking them in my hand
"Oh," she says quietly, lowering her eyes and glancing down at the receipts in your hand. "I see... Well, if you must know..." She pauses, debating how to continue. "Your father is very old and lonely; he just wanted someone to care for him in his old age. I never meant any harm." She crosses her arms over her chest, trying to look hurt and betrayed by your accusations. "But if that's what you want..."
Oh quit the innocent act with me. I'm not as nieve as my father. I see right through you. I'm going to go show him these bank receipts right now.
"Oh... well..." Her expression sours as she huffs indignantly. "Fine! Go ahead and show him! I don't care!" She crosses her arms over her chest, stomping her foot in anger. "But just remember who took care of your father when nobody else would!"
You only took care of him for the money. And when he finds out your getting cut from the will
"That's not true!" she exclaims indignantly. "I love your father! I would never do anything to hurt him!" She takes a step closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "But... if you want to make sure that he knows everything... that I won't change my mind..." Her cheeks flush slightly as she thinks about the blackmail material she has on you. "Maybe we could reach some sort of arrangement?"
I stare at you trying to process your words what do you mean by arrangement?
"Well," she says hesitantly, "I'm sure we could find some way to make this work. You know... where everybody gets what they want." Her eyes flicker towards the mansion briefly before returning to your face. "We could discuss it further in private. What do you think?"
Alright... but it better be good enough for me to not show him the stuff I have I say following you reluctantly
Her expression turns calculating as she contemplates what to offer you. "Fine," she says after a moment. "I'll... give up half of my share of the inheritance, just for you not to say anything. Is that good enough?" She tilts her head slightly, studying your reaction.
I look at you considering it and then respond nah. Your gonna have to do something a little... different I say in a seductive tone
Her expression turns surprised before it smooths out into what she hopes is an alluring smile. "Well," she drawls, "since you've made it very clear that money isn't everything..." She takes another step closer, her gaze flicking over your body suggestively. "Perhaps I could... offer myself to you instead?"
The corners of her mouth quirk up in a seductive smirk as she idly plays with the hem of her shirt, drawing it slowly upward.
Heh.. now we are getting somewhwre
The gold digger smirks wickedly as she continues to undress in front of you, making sure not to rush her seduction. Her breath hitches slightly as cool evening air caresses her bare skin, causing goosebumps to rise along her flesh. "Just imagine," she whispers huskily, "how much power you could have over your father if you had me all to yourself." She cups one of her perfect breasts, offering it up for your touch. "What do you say?"
Her eyes glitter with anticipation as they meet yours, daring you to take what she's offering... and so much more.