(25 Years Ago)
''Whitlock 's Party''
''Clara! The guests have arrived. What are you doing there?.'' , Roven ! Stop using your phone. Go, your little sister is crying. Take care of her. Let your mother meet the guests'' Lucas said, overwhelmed with a frown over his face.
Lucas greeting the guests suddenly saw a familiar face, as much as he despised his rivals, he still wanted their presence. ''Oh Mr. George! Is your business doing well , I didn't expected you here, But I'm glad you came'' Lucas said as he widened a grin on his face
Lucas was very happy and excited today.
But Lucas was extremely greedy, amassing everything through fraud and an insatiable lust for money. Sadly, Clara was no different. One of his business rivals, the honest George Wilson, was aware of Lucas's schemes and had intervened multiple times, only to face threats against his family from Lucas.
Lucas had once killed an opponent, cleverly making it appear as an accident. But that was only the beginning. He had murdered his first wife, Olivia, for money, leaving her son Roven, then just seventeen, to grow up fatherless. Later, he married Clara, a woman from a wealthy and notorious criminal family. His trail of violence didn't end there.
One of his victims was Joe Wilson, the brother of George. Lucas killed Joe over a business dispute, and didn't stop there murdering Joe's wife and newborn child as well. George, filled with grief and a desire for revenge, had quietly waited for the right moment. That moment came at a party hosted by Lucas and Clara.
The party proceeded without incident, but after it ended, Lucas quietly made his way to Serine's room. She was playing with toys, her laughter innocent and pure. He sat beside her, patting her head gently.
"My daughter, you've brought me luck since the day you were born," he murmured with a smile.
Just then, Roven entered. "Father, Mr. George is calling you downstairs."
Lucas rose and walked to meet George.
"George! You're still here? What's the matter?" he asked.
"I wanted to discuss business with you and Clara," George said, his voice steady despite the tension.
Lucas called for Clara and said, "George, it seems your honesty hasn't gotten you far. I knew that ghost would vanish quickly. I'm glad you've realized that honesty doesn't make money. Do you want to make a deal with us?"
"I expected as much," George replied, kneeling with an almost calm resignation.
Lucas grinned. "Clara, we have a new partner. One who doesn't want the same fate as Joe." His satisfaction was clear and he loved seeing a rival broken.
"Lucas and Clara, any wishes?" George asked, his voice laced with strange calm.
"We have many desires," Lucas replied, laughing softly. "And you'll never be able to fulfill them. But thanks for asking."
"Clara, hand me that pudding. I've just had wine. George, if you want some, you're welcome to it, we are generous enough," he said with mock hospitality.
But George was not finished. Grabbing Lucas's hand to stop him, he said, "I asked, any last wishes?"
"What do you mean, George?" Lucas asked, confused.
"Joe… he's missing you and your greedy wife. And your son too, how will he live without parents?" George pulled a pistol from his pocket, aiming it at them both.
"George, you must be joking. Don't shoot," Lucas warned, his voice shaking.
"No more chances. Welcome to your journey to hell," George said coldly.
Two gunshots rang out. Roven, hearing the shots, ran to Serine, wrapping her in a blanket and hiding her in the bushes behind the garage. Then he rushed toward the main hall, only to see George smirking over the bodies of Lucas, Clara, and the others.
"You filthy, my parents!" he cried.
Another gunshot silenced the room. George searched desperately for Serine but couldn't find her immediately. In rage and despair, George poured petrol over the bodies and set them ablaze. The air filled with the deadly silence and stench of burning flesh.
As George left the hall, he heard a faint cry. It was Serine. George went to her. He could not punish her for her family's sins. He carefully attached a request note with her name to her blanket and left her outside the home of a childless friend.
Greed had consumed the Whitlock family, and justice or something like it, had been served. George, taking what remained of his family, quietly moved to another country, leaving the horrors behind.