The Dinner Party - Part 5

For those who requested a continuation of The Dinner Party here is today's freewrite prompt in Part 5 of the story.

If you wish to read the previous installments you may read them here:

The Dinner Party - Party

The Dinner Party - Party 2

The Dinner Party - Part 3

The Dinner Party - Part 4

This segment was a 90 minute 5 minute freewrite.

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Carlo dropped to his knees beside Ellen, cupping her face in his hands.

"Ellen? Ellen!? Baby, speak to me!"

Ellen's eyes remained closed. Carlo leaned low to her face, searching for assurance that she was alive. He exhaled with relief. Her lips, parted slightly, were still breathing. An angry red stain of dark blood began pooling in her hair on the cobbled stones. Carlo probed her head for the wound.

"Bethany!" Carlo roared. His head darting left and right, struggling to scout for his sister's ghost.

"Where are you? Who is this?"

In answer, the night air stirred around them. Wind began flailing the trees and brushing the house beside them, a sound akin to fingers scrabbling a chalkboaed. Rain began pelting the earth, running down Carlos cheeks and speckling Ellen's silk dress fanned around her pale legs.

"She won't die, Carlo," assured the voice,"nor will your unborn son if you follow my instructions."

"She's pregnant?? How do you even know this?"

"We know Grandfather's bonds reach maturity tomorrow, big brother. If you turn yourself in to the police for pushing me down the stairs before midnight tonight, Ellen and your son will be spared. I was there, Carlo. I heard your phone conversation with Damien the night I was murdered, the night I unfortunately slipped and fell to my death. I know you intended to kill me to get Grandfather's fortune. The inheritance was intended for me. Grandfather knew you weren't going to use his money for good intentions. Your poor decisions had already cost our Father his own fortune and you were still in danger of losing your life. No one even knew."

"No, Bethany! I wouldn't do that to you!"

A click sounded in the night.

"Dominic," came the voice of a younger Carlo," I have a plan to take the $10,000,000 inheritance from Bethany and I'll be able to pay you both back! Just give me a little more time. I promise you, I'm worth way more to you and Randall alive than dead!," the voice drifting into Carlo's ear sounded scratched, like an old cassette recording.

"You did, Carlo," came his sister's voice, "you're going to prove tonight what you truly desire most."

Carlos hand stroked Ellen's wet cheek, his face contorted in rage towards sister, then sorrow. Tears stung his eyes. All the plans for his company, the easy future for him and Ellen, meant nothing without her, and now his unborn child.

"I'll do it, Dear God, don't punish Ellen for my greed!"

"Before midnight, Carlo!"

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