I Was His Secret Genius, Now I’m His Biggest Regret Chapter 16

I Was His Secret Genius, Now I’m His Biggest Regret Chapter 16

At night, the two children huddled together in the dark.

“Beau,” Daisy said, her voice thick with tears, “I miss Mom.”

Beau said nothing. He just held his sister tighter.

“When is Mom coming back?”

The question was like a needle, piercing the hard shell Beau had built around himself. He wanted to say something, but the words wouldn’t come. Tears slid silently down his cheeks.

The two children clung to each other in the dark, not daring to cry aloud for fear the demon outside the door might hear.

Suddenly, the click of high heels sounded downstairs, crisp and cold on the marble floor. Then came the sound of the garage door opening and the roar of the Porsche’s engine.

Savannah had gone out again.

Beau froze for a second, then released his sister and ran to the window. The red sports car was sliding out of the estate gates, disappearing into the night.

“Come on.” He turned, a new determination in his eyes. He took Daisy’s hand. “We’ll ride to find Dad.”

He led his sister silently out of the main house and to the stables. Their ponies snorted in the night, nuzzling their hands.

They didn’t take the main road. Instead, they followed the dirt paths across the estate, galloping under the moonlight. The cold wind on their faces felt like freedom.

But the freedom was brief.

Less than a mile later, blinding headlights shot from a side path, trapping them. The roar of an engine grew closer. The red Porsche, like a predator, blocked their way.

Savannah stood in front of the car, the skirt of her evening gown gleaming in the headlights. A faint, cat-like smile played on her lips.

“Little wild things. Where do you think you’re going?”

Beau shielded Daisy behind him, gripping the reins.

Savannah came forward. She didn’t bother with the reins. She seized the collar of Beau’s riding jacket and yanked him backward.

Beau fell with his horse into the mud, sinking into the soft, wet ground.

He struggled to get up, but Savannah planted a foot on his back, took out her phone, and turned on the flash.

Click.

She photographed him in his pathetic state, then laughed softly as she typed on the screen. “Look at the wild children of the Montgomery family. Such a headache.”

Mud splattered across his brand-new riding outfit like ugly scars.