RHTMAV) Chapter 4 Part 1 (Patreon)

“Noelle Alastor! You actually dare to call your father by his full name!? Do you have any respect for your elders!? He is legally your father!” Linda really knew when to open her mouth. But you would think she would have stayed quiet this entire time instead of opening her stupid mouth. I mean, she was basically digging her own grave.

“Yes my name is Alastor! Linda, did you forget whose name is on the wooden plaque at the main gates? Did you forget who I am? You act all high and mighty in my house when you are nothing but long term guests. It seems I really need to go talk to the lawyer and the police. So I can explain to them that the Thatcher family seem to be plotting to usurp my inheritance!”

“We would never! Elle, The company and the house is yours do as you please. If you want to fire someone go ahead. But please think about the years I cared for you as my own daughter. Don’t kick Ryan out he is still young and immature.” I raised an eyebrow and stared at the stupid man whose expression was that of fawning. He seemed to be a bigger ass-kisser than I had ever imagined. He really had no shame. His son was young and immature? We were the same age!

“Are you stupid or acting the part? He is young and immature? He is the same age as me. Which makes me want to ask you DEAR FATHER, why do the children of this woman look so much like you? Why did you only wait a short time before bringing this woman with her kids into my house? Was it because I was YOUNG and IMMATURE? Because I wouldn’t know the difference? Why the hell did you let them treat me as a maid instead of a proper daughter of this house and when I tried to complain about it you ignored it? Answer me these questions. Because they have been living very well on my dime while torturing me.” My gaze turned cold as I looked at the man who seemed to be unable to answer my questions. I have my suspicions. I mean, it was all too much of a coincidence.

“Elle…” The good-for-nothing began, but I cut him off since it would be nothing but shit pouring out of his mouth anyway.

“I already told you not to call me that!” I cut in with a snort before pointing at Margret. “Get rid of her. I will pick a new head maid tomorrow. As of now, all the contracts and account books for the house will be handed over to me. Allowances will also be give out on a monthly basis and all cards will be canceled. Since you do not want to treat me with the respect and dignity I deserve then I will take control over everything. The company will still be in your hands but the money for this household will be in my care.”

“You can’t! You are not of age yet!” Linda yelled at the top of her lungs. Her chest in her midnight blue dress, which looked like it cost her a few tens of thousands, heaved up and down, jiggling the pearls that adorned her neck.

“My mother is right you can’t!” Ryan seemed to have calmed down and cleared his head. However, he was still glaring at me as if he were some kind of rabid dog. I wonder whose canines were sharper, mine or his.

“I am not asking I am telling. Or else everyone but Mr. Thatcher can get out and live on the streets!” I narrowed my eyes and glared at everyone there. For some reason, I feel like ripping their throats out and watching them bleed out.

I guess my glare was a bit too intense since Linda shrank back while Ryan gritted his teeth and lowered his head. I turned and looked at the man who was just standing there, keeping quiet this entire time. “I am sure you agree with me on this, RIGHT, DAD?”

“Y e-Yes…” It looks like he aged quite a bit. I am sure he will make a scene later. No, I am sure Maria will make the biggest scene when she realizes she has lost all her privileges as a high-class young miss.

I can already see her face now. It will be twisted in such a way that it will look as if she was actually Freddy Krueger’s daughter.

I really did not want to make this move so soon, but seeing their faces right now made me shiver in glee. I was having a hard time keeping the smile that was creeping up on my lips from taking over. I had to continue to stay as cold as ice so that they would not think I was weak.

“I want all cards handed over to me by ten tonight. No excuses or I will have to call the lawyer to have them all canceled. Now if you excuse me, I really need to rest, after all unlike some people, I still need to study. Which reminds me…” I turned to Linda once more. “After you settle Margret and get her to clear out, you should teach your daughter to study or else she might end up having to sell herself on a street corner someplace. Or marry some old man in order to keep up her life style. It would be bad if she suddenly got pregnant and left on the lurch. Because I can tell you this now, I will never support her or her child.”

“You! You!” Linda was staring at me as if she was trying to set me on fire. She had her arm extended and a finger pointed at me. Her hand shook so violently that if you were not paying attention, you would think she was having a seizure. Ryan kept clenching and unclenching his fists. Both of them probably wanted me dead, but sadly…

“Keep pointing and you won’t get any money from me for a year. The same would go for your whole family.” I finally smiled as I watched Linda’s hand slowly lower. Such a sight was amazing. Sadly, if I wanted to get some rest tonight, I had to go and do a few things. I looked over at my good-for-nothing father, who had suddenly become quiet as a mouse, and asked: “Any objections?”

“Of course not. It is with in your right as you are the young miss of the house and the heir to the Alastor family.” I have to admit this man had his own ways. He was basically being stripped of all authority within the house, but he could still force a smile.

“Good. Also, I want a copy of the monthly finances to the company. I am not asking for anything else. I just want to get used to reading them since I will be taking over in a few months. And Father, please do not give out money to anyone in the house unless it is from your own salary. I would not be doing all of this if a certain group of people treated me like a human being instead of a slave, after all the maids were treated better than the heir.”

Leaving these words of food for thought for the old man, I turned and, with my bags in hand, walked up the grand staircase towards my bedroom. I am sure they have a lot to think about, like how they are going to get rid of me now.