Her Revenge Contract

Katherine's POV

"What ill-treatment?" John's voice roared through the mansion, and I placed my cup of coffee down on the table.

John's phone had not stopped ringing this morning, and every time he answered it was some other reporter... "Don't talk nonsense!" John yelled again, seconds later.

I have been awake since before 5 am this morning... I got out of bed and took a quick shower, then got dressed in a grey and pink training sweater and went down to the training grounds to do some much-needed exercises. I needed to let off some steam, before I did or said something which would give myself away...

Now I was silently sitting and enjoying the view of the gardens with a warm cup of Joe on the patio.

The morning sun peeked its head from behind the forest canopy and I threw my head back, enjoying the soft warm kisses of the sun.

"The two fools!" John roared as he came out of his office, unconcerned that I was sitting and listening just a few feet away. His phone has been going crazy the whole morning.

"Why can't they just follow simple instructions?" He growled under his breath.

"Rose! Erika!" John roared from his office door, his face red out of anger.

"Coming, father!" Erika yelled back. She sounded annoyed about him waking her at that hour. Five minutes later, she stalked past the open patio door toward her father's office, followed by her mother, who looked bewildered and scared of her husband's anger. The office door closed behind them, yet the yelling continued.

"Give me your room at once!" He demanded, "Don't you know anything? Kate is your cousin. Give her what she wants!"

I chuckled under my breath and picked up my phone. I haven't looked at my online profiles yet, and I assumed that his rage was because of that.

My eyes widened when all the notifications and comments popped up on the screen and I put the phone on silent and turned my attention back to the argument.

"I won't give in!" Erika yelled with so much venom in her voice that it sent a cold shiver down my spine.

"Stop being such a spoiled brat!" He yelled at her, "You are being stupid! What will you achieve by keeping the room she wants!?" John snapped. "Why should she stay in my room when there are so many rooms in and around the house? She can choose any other room she wants!"

"You!" John roared, and I imagined that his wolf took control.

The sound of someone's hand connecting with someone's face was so loud that I yelped out of surprise.

John had never lost control in front of his family.

The next second, Erika screamed out in horror and ran out of the office, slamming the door behind her.

"Haven't you taught your daughter anything?" John asked, "The Estate is in Kate's name. Let her have whatever room she wants. Kate is still the heiress... and she could decide to throw us out if we don't give in. You must give her heart whatever her heart desires..." A small smile crept to the corners of my lips... this was easier than I hoped...

"Speak to our daughter and explain this to her. Make sure she understands and she doesn't create any more unnecessary trouble for us..." John ordered, "Do you hear me?"

"I understand," Rose answered.

I knew everything was just an act to have the staff hear.

I got up, ready to leave, when it became quiet inside John's office...

"For now, let Kate have whatever she wants..."

I froze and cocked my head to the side. John sounded closer, and his voice was just a murmur.

"... until we figure out what to do with her..."

I took off towards my room, knowing that John or Rose would be knocking on my door soon. I jumped in the shower, and sure enough, the knock on the bedroom door echoed through the small room. "One minute!" I called over the roar of shower water.

I closed the tap, wrapped a white towel around me, and opened the door.

"Good morning, uncle," I greeted him sweetly when I saw him, "did you have a good night's rest..?"

Anger radiated from around him, yet his anger wasn't as close as my hate...

"Morning, Kate," he said, smiling, and his gaze moved over my wet features.

"I came to apologize..." he said and found my gaze.

"For what dear uncle?" I asked, acting confused.

"Because of your cousin's actions yesterday, she is still young and naive... I have settled the argument, and she was punished... let me show you to your new room..."

"New room?" I gasped out, surprised.

"Yes, yes, come on," he answered, sounding excited, "I want to know if you like it?"

I grabbed my bag, and followed John down the hallway, leaving wet footprints on the wooden floor.

"Oh heavens," I gasped when I saw the mess I left behind.

"Don't worry about it," he said, "I will arrange for someone to have it cleaned..."

"Thank you, uncle, you are so kind..."

John opened my old bedroom door and gestured for me to go inside.

"Do you like it?" He asked.

"For me?!" I gasped out, excited.

"Yes," he answered, capturing my gaze.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

I gave him a wide and genuine smile, but deep inside I knew he didn't deserve it. He was no longer the loving and caring uncle I once had...

At the thought of how much my family was hurting me, and how I was played with by my so-called relatives, my heart ached painfully in my chest and my heart was filled with even more hate...

"No need to thank me," he said, and watched me curiously.

"It's really beautiful here, uncle," I said, "You are the best, and are the closest thing I can call father..."

John's eyes suddenly softened, yet I ignored it.

"I have seen the news as well and I want to set things right..." I said.

I grabbed my phone and logged into my online profile.

Then I wrote a short message where I praised John and told my followers it was just a misunderstanding and there was nothing to worry about.

I watched John's facial expressions change...

"Kate, your father's death..." he sighed and dropped his head, "was very sudden..."

I lifted my head and looked at John, unsure where this was going...

"...and due to that, the company is going through a difficult time. I know I should not involve you in this, and I know you have gone through so much... but the company is struggling to make concrete decisions... I'm worried that this will affect the company when we decide on which contract we will accept and or apply for..."

John suddenly became silent and I wondered if he wanted me to comment on what he just stated, yet I kept quiet and just looked at him, waiting for him to continue...

"The major issue is that the board of directors are worried that there is now an inequity when it comes to voting..."

Ahh, I see where this was going to...

John sighed, and dropped his gaze... "the board suggested that I speak to you and ask you to write your vote over to me..."

He lifted his gaze and searched mine.

"I will help you take care of the company in your absence, and when you are ready I will hand control over to you..." I internally laughed at his words, and I knew better than to just sign the documents he handed me... I wasn't the young and naive little girl anymore... Both Rose and John always said that the King Group was created by my father's blood and sweet and it was his most valuable possession... yet I knew it wasn't true.

My father might have given his all to the company, but his most valued possession was his family... he trusted his family blindly and with his life, yet, they were the ones who ended his life...

I lowered my eyes, thinking of the correct words to get myself out of it...

"I-I-I have forgotten a lot of things... I am not sure how to transfer my shares..." I whispered, and John came closer.

"I can draw up an agreement..." John started, but I cut him off.

"Since I have inherited the King Group, I will take this opportunity and learn more about the company. If I fail, I will sign over my shares to you after a while..."

John's eyes flashed out of anger, yet he controlled his temper. He knew if he forced his hand too much I would do something unpredictable...

He took a deep breath and smiled, containing his disappointment.

"Very well," he said, "Get some rest..." and he turned on his heels and stalked toward the door.

When the clicking sound of the door lock reached my ears, I couldn't contain myself and warm tears spilled over, running down my cheeks...

I cried over my parents' death...

I cried over the proof I needed to find to show the world what kind of family I had...

Thirty minutes or so later, I felt better.

I ripped the now-dry towel from my body, dropped the towel on the floor on purpose, and got dressed.

A soft knock echoed through the quiet room, and I stalked toward the door and opened it.

A servant smiled, making sure not to make eye contact, and pushed a trolley inside my room.

"Breakfast," the Omega said and stepped away.

The smell of bacon filled my nostrils, and my stomach growled like an angry beast...

I was starving!

"Thank you," I said to the Omega.

She ignored my gaze and she went on setting the table on the small balcony for me. When she was done, she turned around and bolted out of the room.

That was odd...

I opened the first cloche, finding nothing out of order about the food... it wasn't spoiled, moldy, or smelled rotten. I did the same with the second and third, yet nothing was out of order.

I observed it for a moment and reached out and took a piece of the pancake...

Ice-cold...

No heat at all...

I then pressed my finger against the bacon and eggs... and did the same with the oatmeal. All my food was left to cool down before serving...

I sighed.

This could just be the work of Erika.

I immediately took out my phone and took a photo of my breakfast, with my spoon holding a piece of cold oatmeal, then uploaded the pictures to my Instagram and TikTok profiles with the words, "Breakfast time!"

Although I didn't directly point out that my relatives treated me coldly, it did bring some heat... and half an hour later there was another heat wave of unsatisfied and angry followers, which pulled the attention of the reporters again...