Chapter 344 - Upperhand

Closing his eyes, George helplessly sighed, "Will you ever stop Sabrina? We have already been through and seen so much. Both our daughters hate us, they don't even wanna see our faces. We have already lost our biggest fortune, our daughters, now I don't wanna lose anything else." 

"You don't understand George, this is important. I am done living a normal life. I need this, I need power." Approaching him, she grabbed his arm. "And I need you George, I need your support." 

No matter how powerful or bold a person is, he or she always has a weakness. Something that will make them feel vulnerable. Someone who will also make them feel strong but also make them helpless. George was that person to Sabrina, he was her weakness. 

Back then, she knew that Andrew liked her and he was ready to marry her. She also knew that if she had married him, things would have been completely different. Maybe she would have married him even though she never had romantic feelings for him if she hadn't met George. 

Sabrina, who always thought highly of herself and believed that no one could stop her, had never imagined that she would get attached to George to the extent where he would become her only weakness. He made her feel vulnerable and his absence made her fl.u.s.ter. His presence and support made her feel strong but in his absence, she felt weak and powerless. 

"You just need power Sabrina, that is the only thing you care about," he stated.

"Don't say that, I love you," she panicked. 

Gently removing her hand, he smiled, "You don't love me, you just need someone to stand by you without saying anything no matter what you do. You need a puppet to follow your footsteps and not a husband." 

"What are you saying? You—" 

Just then someone entered the room to inform Sabrina about the competition which was about to start. 

"Gorus wants you there—" The man informed. 

"Get out."

"But—" 

"I said get out," she lashed out at the man. 

Ignoring her, George grabbed his things and started walking out of the room. 

Pulling him back, Sabrina yelled, "Where are you going?" 

"Away from your life, I can't stay with you anymore. You can do whatever you want after I leave," he firmly declared. 

The sudden change in his attitude baffled Sabrina. She couldn't process the thought of not having him in her life anymore. Though he hadn't left yet, she still felt empty. She felt vulnerable and she hated this feeling. Out of the many things, the only thing Sabrina hated was feeling weak. She always panicked when she couldn't control things. 

Just then, her phone started ringing. 

Picking it up from the bed, George gave it to her. "Your partner Andrew is calling, go ahead and kill your daughter. But remember one thing Sabrina, you might get the power you need but you will lose everything including me." 

Snatching the phone from his hand, Sabrina smashed it on the ground. "I don't want to talk to anyone, I don't want to do anything." Clutching onto his jacket, she sobbed. "Please don't go, please don't leave me." 

Pushing her away, George walked out of the room without looking back. 

"George, come back—" she yelled as loud as she could. But when he did not return, she curled herself in a corner and broke down. 

After some time, Gorus dashed into the room looking for Sabrina. When he saw her curled up in a corner, he frowned, "What are you doing here? I need you there—" 

"George left, he left me alone," she muttered. 

"What the hell are you talking about? We have to execute our plan otherwise your daughter will get herself killed," he snapped at her. 

Just then a man entered the room with a news that would break many hearts. 

"Gorus—" 

"What?" When the man hesitated for a while, Gorus panicked, "What happened?" 

"Sabrina's daughter is dead." 

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Brown Mansion. 

When Andrew heard the news of Silvia's death, he felt elated. Not only did Janet win the competition, she was also the heir of SPIRIT now and that was all Andrew wanted. 

"You seem very happy today, did you win a lottery or something?" 

Scrunching his brows, he asked, "You—what are you doing out of the room?" 

Walking down the stairs, Aurora chuckled, "Let's just say I was waiting for the right time to come out." 

Looking at the guards, Andrew snapped, "What are you people waiting for? Throw her inside the room again." But to his surprise, none of the guards moved or even lifted a finger. 

"What are you all waiting for, do as I say," he snapped harder. 

"They won't listen to you." Walking towards him, she smiled, "They are my men." 

When she snapped her finger, the guards stepped forwards and captured Andrew. 

Struggling to free himself, Andrew yelled, "Let me go, how can you do this to me? I am your husband." 

"Husband?" Aurora raised her brows. "Do you even know the meaning of that word? You dare call yourself that after how you have treated me and my kids all these years? You deserve to be called a husband or a father." 

For more than thirty years, Aurora had been tortured by Andrew in one way or the other which she silently endured but not anymore. 

"This is my house, you can't capture me in my own house," he retorted. 

"You are forgetting something Andrew, whatever you have now is because of me. If not for my family's support, you would have never been where you are now," she stated and Andrew could not deny it. 

Whatever he had today was indeed because of Aurora's family background. He knew how powerful his wife was, this was also one of the reasons why he always tried to suppress her. He didn't want his wife to have an upper hand on him. But now the tables had turned and he knew he couldn't do anything about it. 

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