"What did you say?" The words barely escaped Mr Tyler's lips.

He stared at Henna, his daughter. Her face was now pale, her eyes wide with a terror he'd never seen.

"I... I said I did it," she repeated, her voice cracking.

"I had her kidnapped.....I hated her for taking my place. For taking over the company that was supposed to be mine. She was supposed to be nobody but you... You ended up giving her everything," Henna lamented.

"That's not true," Mr Tyler insisted, his voice rising with desperation.

 "I did not give her anything!.......you were the one too weak to have it snatched from her!" Mr Tyler said...