The Greek Billionaire’s Indecent Proposal
Chapter 67

Paskal’s POV

As the plane landed in Milan I anticipated seeing my mother, I couldn’t wait to tell her that I would finally have control of my father’s estate and she wouldn’t be part of it. She had wasted her entire life running after my father who didn’t give a s**t about her, he cared more about his wife and would never leave Gaia for her.

If she had spent all that time being a better mother then she wouldn’t be suffering like she was right now. My mother was pathetic and weak!

I parked the rented Mercedes by the drive way, looking around at the house which was starting to show its real age. The money for an upkeep had run out and I sure as hell was not going to use my money or to take care of this s**t hole. My mother still had money from a trust as well but it definitely was not enough to pay for everything including the employees. I had cut down on a lot of things, we didn’t even have guards anymore. A skeleton staff is all we needed. I rushed into the house, Greta our house keeper was already waiting inside to welcome me.

“Good evening, Maestro Adamos.” She smiled fondly at me. If it were not for this woman I would have been completely neglected.

“Aah Greta, mio dolce fiore” I hugged her and gave her a k**s on the cheek. “How has everything been since I left.”

“Very quiet my dear, you know your mothers medicine keeps her knocked out most of the time.” She nodded thoughtfully.

“So she hasn’t had a psychotic episode then, that’s great. I worry about her you know.” I smiled.

“She is fine my dear son, you need to be worrying about filling this house with the sound of little feet running up and down and you need a madam of the house. She pat my back as she led me to the kitchen. “You must be hungry after the flight.”

“I am working on it Greta, mio dolce fiore . I am famished, but let me run upstairs quickly to change and say a quick hello to mamma before I eat.”

“You do that, I will heat up the food and dish up.” She said as I walked towards the door. That would take me to the stairs.

I changed into sweatpants, a t shirt and comfortable sneakers then I walked to my mothers room. She was bound in her bed as usual because she sometimes had bouts of violent moments, not because she really was psychotic but because she was always trying to escape from the house. Her eyes were closed but when I walked closer towards her bed she opened them. There was so much disgust in her eyes as she looked at me.

“The devil himself has returned, to hell. Was your mission a failure? She smirked. The meds had worn off, it was a good thing I had walked in here first and not Greta. Greta was convinced my mother was truly crazy though because how could anyone have so much hate for their own son. She had watched my mother beat me up as a child and most of the times intervened on my behalf. She would be the one to clean me up and comfort me then take me to bed after making sure I had a good solid meal to eat.

She could never report my mother because after all this was a Adamos residence and my father would not want to deal with the scandal of hiding his abusive mistress and child in the country while he was living it up with his real family in Greece.

Greta had been very terrified of my father, she could have left at any time to seek employment elsewhere but every time she took one look at me she would hesitate. She used to say ‘you deserve better, child.’

She was right, I did and I would get better once Xander was eliminated. I would make Soraya my Dona and I would do to Gaia what I was currently doing to my mother.

“Mother, how have you been? I hear you have been well behaved.” I said quietly and smiled.

She spat at me but missed, some of the spittle some how stayed on her l*p and started to run down. “I should have continued to drown you in that pond in front of the house when you were just seven.” She said vehemently.

“Mother you know that when you say things like that it makes me mad and when I am mad I tend to hurt you very badly.” I walked closer to her and reached out for her neck. She flinched as I grabbed ahold of it and enclosed my hand around it.

“Why don’t you just kill me and get it over and done with.” She pleaded, tears forming in her eyes.

“Because mother…” I squeezed my hand a little tight around her neck making her breath halt. “That would be a very kind death for you. I told you that I have to repay you back for all that you did to me and for me?” I grinned and let go of her neck. She started to cough and splatter.

“You know I started to give you small doses of organophosphate just to give of the effect of muscle weakness like your health is deteriorating.” I carried on smiling. “Soon your hair might even start to fall out, that will be a sore point for you because that’s one of the things you most cherish about your beauty.” I teased her and laughed out loud.

Tears started to fall from her face, she looked at me like I was crazy. “You are evil!” She yelled. “You are nothing like Alexander.”

“No mother I am more like you, you taught me how to be evil. Now before I go. I’m just going to inject this into your IV drip so that you sleep for an hour or so while I dismiss the employees then you and I can talk and maybe have a little fun.” I said, leaving her to cry in peace before sleep overtook her.

I went downstairs to eat, when I was done, I rounded up the staff and gave them small bonuses before I released them for the weekend.

“Are you sure you will be okay.” Greta fretted.

“Yes, do not worry. You need to rest Greta, I will see you Monday morning before I leave okay?” I kissed her cheek affectionately and pressed another envelope in her hand. “Go and spoil yourself, an early birthday present from me okay?”

She beamed as she walked out, finally it was just myself and my mother in the house. She was probably still sleeping. It gave me time to prepare her. I walked up the stairs, slowly contemplating what I was going to do.

An hour later I had managed to carry my mother downstairs into the secret room I had in the basement, I had put a straitjacket on her to stop her from getting any ideas about trying to attack me. She was slumping on the chair while I waited for the sedative effects to ware off, slowly her head began to wobble a little as she made slight m***s.

It took her sometime to finally focus on her surroundings but when she realised where she was there was a look of horror on her face which pleased me very well.

“That look never gets old.” I laughed out loud. Every damn time you realise you are down here you have that exact frightened look, do you know that it’s the same one I would get every time I would hear you walking down the passage from your room to mine. There’s one time when you opened the door and I peed on my pyjamas. Remember mother? You were so disgusted you grabbed me by my hair and led me to the bathroom and threw me into a shower with cold running water.”

“You smelled terrible, you couldn’t even control your bladder and you were nine years old. Like I always say, you were quite stupid!” She smiled as she spoke slowly like it was an effort for her to say each word.

“That was from the trauma I experienced!” I yelled at her.

“Call it whatever you want, it doesn’t change the fact that you were stupid.” She laughed but started to cough violently trying to catch her breath. Eventually she calmed down and looked at me with those hazel eyes. I hated women with hazel eyes, they reminded me of hers.”

“One day I will gut your eyes out with a knife.” I said lowly gritting my teeth.

“Good for me then I won’t have to see that horrible Adamos face!” She yelled and spat at me.

“You are trying to ruffle me up so that I lose control and end up killing you. No no mother that won’t happen.” I chuckled. “I am here to give you some good news before I proceed with your torture for today.” I informed her.

“I am going to kill Xander, do you know that he has a wife? Of course you wouldn’t know. She is a pretty little thing, No pretty is not the right word. She looks like a goddess and an angel put together, bright blue eyes that leave you feeling like you have been hypnotised, like you are swimming in a bright crystal blue ocean. Once I kill Xander, I will have her for myself.

She looked at me like I was crazy, frowning at me. “Don’t look at me like that woman! You are the deranged one.” I laughed.

“You know what is going to make this even better? This weekend they are in Mykonos renewing their vows or having another wedding or whatever it is they are doing not knowing that it will be short lived.” I threw my head back and laughed out so loud.

“You think you will take over the Adamos family after killing Xander, they won’t let you.

“Mother I know you think I am stupid but really now. I am going to get someone to do it for me. If he is dead and has no heirs then I am next in line to be the Don. As soon as I can I will then kill Hector too.” I smiled while I thought about how it would all play out.

You will never be a Don, you are useless! You have always been useless!” She screeched at me. “You will forever be Xander Adamos’ unhinged unbalanced half brother! They will never take you seriously because you are weak! Even Alexander saw it, why do you think he kept you hidden? He was embarrassed of you!” There was so much venom in her voice, she started to laugh like a mad person. Her voice growing louder as she threw her head back and continued to laugh.

“Shut up! You are the pathetic weak one!” You needed a man to give you power and still you couldn’t even reach out and take it yourself! You expected a small little boy to do it for you!” I yelled at her.

She didn’t care, she carried on laughing. “You can’t kill Xander Adamos, haven’t you seen it? He’s got his mother’s spirit in him. They claw and bite back when you attack them, I tried and failed and unfortunately you are just like me! A failure!.” She had lost her mind with all that incessant laughing ringing in my ear. I needed her to stop. I moved forward and punched her hard on the face. Suddenly the room went quiet, I looked at her. B***d was running down her nose, she looked at it as it dripped on to the straight jacket she was in and then she started to cackle again, more louder this time.

“Shut up mother! I said shut the f**k up!” I yelled over her. Usually she would flinch but she kept at it.

“Weak! Pathetic and stupid!” She called out. My fists attacked her again. Over and over I rained blows down on her head. I couldn’t stop myself, she was being so smug! She was the weak one. She was the pathetic one! Then all of a sudden all I could hear were the punches I was throwing at her. Her head had lulled forward and she wasn’t moving anymore, I walked even closer and held her head up by her hair. When I let go her head fell forward again, her face was bloodied and starting to swell really badly.

I didn’t want to kill her, I just wanted to stop her constant yapping. I put my fingers on her pulse point. Her heart was still beating, she would wake up, I had just knocked her out. She needed a little time out anyway. I undid the straight jacket and lifted her up. Carrying her to her bedroom where I plonked her inside the bed covers and covered her.

I rushed to the laundry room, took out a small basin, filling it with warm water and added some antiseptic then I took a few face cloth towels and rushed upstairs. After dipping one of the face clothes in the warm water, I rung it and began to slowly and gently dab it on her face, trying to wipe off the b***d.

She had always been a beautiful woman, her hair was still thick and lush even though it had quite a bit of greying on it. Her big hazel eyes and hair were still her best features, I could see how my father had been charmed by her smile and eyes. I loved my mother and had wished she could have gotten what she always wanted. Maybe that would have made her a better mother, maybe she would have cared for me and treated me like how a mother should treat her child.

Her face would heal, I prayed silently that there were no broken bones. “Why do you insist of provoking me and driving me to do these horrid things mother!” I yelled at her as I continued to wipe her face. “I am your son! You are supposed to love me.”

When I was done I took the basin and walked out. I was going to let her rest, she would be fine. I needed to make calls before I flew back to Greece on Monday to meet with Xander in Mykonos.

I needed to make sure that the group of jihadists that had approached me for weapons would show up, they would definitely not be happy that they came all the way to Greece with nothing to show for it. This would incite a war, it made me smile.

A few hours later after making some calls I sat daydreaming about moving into Xander’s office, sitting in his chair. The look on Gaia’s face when I finally moved into the estate, I would insist she stay and not move out. She needed to get the same treatment Melania was getting. The rest of those people in there would be kicked out, my father’s home would be mine and my wife’s.

I logged onto a media site to track the documented wedding of Xander Adamos, there were a few videos and pictures of the rehearsal dinner. I flipped through them slowly, looking at the kind of guests that had arrived, he definitely knew some very important people. Kings and presidents, dignitaries, politicians… the list went on and on. They would be forced to work with me once I headed up the company.

As I kept flipping through, one picture caught my eye, a picture of the happy couple with a boy between the two of them. The boy happened to look exactly like Xander! It couldn’t be! How could Xander and Soraya already have a son, they had just gotten together. Did Xander maybe have a child outside of wedlock? Who was the mother of this child? He somehow also looked like Soraya even though he was a total replica of Xander. The tag on the picture on seemed to point out that they had a son together.

My breathing became heavy as I flipped through many of the pictures trying to get another picture of the boy. There were several other pictures of him with Soraya’s parents, Gaia, and two other children. Those kids I knew as Dorian and Sofija’s kids. Hector did not have kids. How long did my brother think that he could keep this delicious secret from me? I now needed to plan three murders, Soraya was only allowed to carry my heirs… the little one’s murder didn’t need to be rushed though. As soon as I moved into the estate I would see to it that the little brat met an untimely terrible tragic death, an accident of course.

With a smile on my face I ran up the stairs to share the news with my mother. Maybe she would be awake now. I got upstairs to see that she was still peaceful passed out. I sighed and walked towards her, her eyes were swollen as well. I reached out to stroke her cheek but froze when I made contact. She skin was freezing cold, her chest wasn’t moving up and down. The b***h couldn’t die on me, this was an easy merciful death!! I couldn’t give her what she had wanted all these years, she had to wake up. My hands went to grab her shoulders and I shook her violently.

“f**k mother you better wake up! Wake up you b***h you still have to endure your punishment!” I felt wrist for a pulse but there was nothing, rage built up within me as I yelled out loud.

“Wake up! You don’t deserve a peaceful death! You deserve to be tortured until I decide that you have had enough.” I started pumping at her chest hoping it would resuscitate her, I put my finger on her pulse point by her neck and still there was nothing. In anger I pummelled into her chest over and over again, even when I heard her ribs breaking I continued to beat her over and over again in anger. It wasn’t supposed to end like this for her. Now I had to bury her in the garden and tell Greta that she had somehow run off while I was working in the study.