Author: RedX9 PM
While getting their inheritances, bickering siblings Andrew, Abigail and Archie just found out that they are all trapped under one roof. With a surprising dark secret awaiting them, can everyone survive each other within the whole weekRated: Fiction K+ - English - Family/Drama - Chapters: 3 - Words: 4,578 - Reviews: 3 - Updated: 06-02-12 - Published: 09-02-11 - id: 2949023
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Chapter 1: Sibling Rivalry
The first thing Abigail did when she saw Andrew resting next to the manor gates was to roll her eyes with sheer annoyance. She always found that older brother of her's a tad too annoying and ridiculous. That useless brother couldn't do anything right, the only thing he could do right was to just keep his mouth shut.
Andrew Luta was already waiting next to the family manor since three am in the morning. The eldest in the family, Andrew was always rebellious when he was young. He always thought that he would grow up from this, but he never did and this trend continued till now: picking fights, making enemies, getting drunk every night and raking up debts everywhere. At thirty five years old, Andrew really hasn't accomplished much in his life. He just lives his life on a whim nowadays, hiding and dodging his creditors.
Abigail Luta always thought that she had the entire package, both beauty and brains. A complete snob herself, she thinks she's the best in everything. Having a devoting husband and living that rich lifestyle, what more could a woman ever want? Her delirious fantasy ended like a brick onto her face when her husband suddenly brought his mistress back a week ago. Mad and angry; she was about to scream for a divorce when her husband beat her to the word. Turns out her sneaky husband pulled some strings with the law. Now she's not given a single cent and within one day, she's on the streets with her only her branded clothes on her and nothing else.
"Hey wake your ass up." Abigail kicked Andrew on the stomach. The insipid man slowly peered his eyes open and scanned his eyes towards a lady with too much makeup on.
"Hey pretty lady, how have you been? Wanna spend the night with me?" Andrew said in a tipsy voice.
"Don't you pretty lady me, it's your sister damn it." Andrew started to focus more on the figure. His mind soon recognised the woman, it was his younger sister.
"Oh so it's my bimbo blonde douchebag of a sister, Abigail. What are you doing here huh? Stealing my inheritance?" He said with acidity
"Ha don't be a joke; you think dad's going to give you a huge amount of dough? You are a joke to the Luta household."
"And this is coming from a bimbo who can't even spell her name right from the first twenty three years of her life." Andrew slowly got up to see a glaring sister.
"Argh you irk me…whatever, I'm getting out of here after I got what I'm here for."
"That's what I'm here to do as well, we have all the time we can kill for today." Andrew said that as Abigail growled under her teeth
It wasn't long before another person arrived.
"Hi and the both of you must be Sir Razio's children. I'm Mr Stall, the attorney who is settling to your inheritances." Eric Stall shook both Andrew and Abigail's hand.
"Shall we go in to wait for two of your other siblings?" Eric opened the gates of Luta manor with the keys he got from the late Sir Razio Conzales Luta.
"Yeah sure, this heat is killing me." Abigail did her usual complaining, fanning herself with her hands while she brisk walked into the compound. The one thing that struck a bizarre note onto Andrew was when Eric mention two more of the siblings. Only the bozo Archie was left; there are only three children in the Luta household; himself, Abigail and Archie. That idiot Eric must have made a mistake. Andrew shook his head before he walked into the bungalow.
Luta manor never changed, it was all still the same. The architecture, the ambience, the environment, it all smelled of nostalgia for the people who once lived here. Luta manor was the "in" thing in the past, and the house was the proof on how rich Sir Razio was. Of course he eventually started to turn folly, gambling all his riches away. The house and the land it was on soon became repossessed by the land authorities when he was declared bankrupt. However some time ago. Sir Razio had magically created a will for his children regarding his fortune. For someone who squandered all his riches away, it was a mystery that he still had a vast fortune. The will that was created by him was announce that he would share his still immense fortune to all his children when his eldest son (Andrew) had reached a ripe old age of thirty five.
"It's good to be back again, well just for a while." Abigail said, touching the walls.
"Yeah, but I find it strange that the inheritance would be sorted out here, shouldn't we be doing such things in a law firm?" Andrew spoke as he sat on the old railings and slowly slided down like how he used to do it when he was young.
"Well it's in your father's will that all his children would have to sort the inheritance right here." Eric said with a stoic voice.
"By the way, where's Archie? He better come…my money's at stake, I'm going to teach that no good husband of mine with this money." Abigail scowled.
"Ha that's so typical of you, you're always trying to whore that bastard out with money. Like that's gonna work." Andrew played with the railings again.
"Well I'm probably at a better position that you. So tell me will do with the money huh? Pay your ten prostitutes?"
"Why you no good bastard…" Andrew snapped back at Abigail.
"Please guys can you both stop fighting; I can hear you even before I could enter the compound." Both Andrew and Abigail glanced at person who was talking. Archie Luta was at the corridor, clicking his tongue in disgust.
"Oh so it's the bozo, I thought you didn't read about dad's inheritance, I could have gotten your share of money as well."
"Yeah right Andrew, that's wishful thinking. In fact I would want to settle this quickly. The faster this whole inheritance fiasco is done the faster I can leave." Archie said in a snobbish way. The youngest in the family, Archie always dreamt to be a somebody in society when he was young. However he never felt the courage to do it. Living in his fantasy world, he always dreamt to be an actor for a play, but he never did anything to realise this dream of his. So he is still a lowly part-timer in a comic book shop forever dreaming of that same dream.
"Good morning sir, you must be Archie…" Eric got up from his seat and introduced himself. Andrew cut their formal salutations (much to Archie's annoyance) with his snappy tone of voice.
"All right the three of us are here already, we should discuss about the will now shall we." Andrew was forceful with his words.
"Ah no, we still have one more person to wait for. It says here in the will by your father" Eric was calm and stoic about the situation.
"What, what do you mean by one more person? The three of us are his children. How could there be one more?' Abigail started to feel tense about the situation.
"Is this seriously a joke? If it is I'm leaving now; I have better things to do and I do not want to waste my time with these two jokers over there." Archie said with a bitter voice. He absolutely hates it when someone makes a mockery out of him.
"I demand an explanation on this Mr Stall. Who is this fourth person?" Andrew was starting to confront him. Eric was starting to feel nervous as the three of them started to inch closer to him. They all wanted answers which he didn't even know. How would he know anyways, he was just a representative to this messy case. Whilst all the angry and flummoxed arguments, another person was at the compound...
-To be continued-