Page 69 of Dark Torment

“Wh—what, why?” I whisper, still moving to sit on the chair at the end of the table.

“Baby, these papers basically make you a billionaire,” he states, and I choke. Like, I actually choke on my spit, coughing and gasping for air.

“No. No damn way, Jon. No.” I shake my head, and he rushes to me, chuckling as he slaps my back to help the choking. “It’s not funny!” I hiss, and he laughs harder.

“Sorry, sunflower, but you just swore for the first time ever. It was adorable,” he explains, and I groan.

“What would I do with that kind of money?!” I ask, and he squats in front of me.

“Anything you want. You want to leave it in the account after claiming it? Do that. We’re solid for money, anyway. You could leave it for our kids and grandkids.” My stomach flutters at the idea of having kids with him someday.

Possibly someday soon seeing how we aren’t using protection, but I’m fine with that.

“I could donate some,” I say, swallowing.

“You could, yes,” he agrees.

“So, what happens now? Like, legally speaking. What comes next?”

He smiles. “We file the death certificate with the lawyers and the banks. It will take some time for it to all be transferred into your name, but we can get started on it as soon as we get home. If you want?” he asks, and I nod.

“Yeah, I think that’s a great idea. Thank you.” I bend down, wrapping my arms around his neck and resting my head on his shoulder. “I couldn’t have gotten through any of this without you, Daddy,” I whisper into his ear.

“You could have, but I’m glad you don’t have to.” He leans back to kiss me gently, then helps me stand up. “We can leave a lot of this here for security and ask the bank to make copies for you. They’ll also make another set of original documents and stamp them before sending them to all legal parties via courier,” he explains, and I nod.

“I think leaving everything here that isn’t necessary to take with us is the best option. I mean, he’s still out there, right?” I whisper.

A dark look crosses his eyes, and he pulls me into him. “Not for long, sunflower. Not for fucking long.”