"Larry doesn't have money?" Aubrey asked with wide eyes.

Beca shook her head. "Not one cent."

"How is that possible? What about the wine company? The mansion? The maids and drivers?"

"You see everything you just mentioned? The things Chloe things she owns? This is all mine, all these years I have been paying for his living."

"Now everything is for you?" Jesse asked after a few moments.

Beca took a deep breath, "Everything was for my father, Larry used to work for him. After I went to Canada, dad got sick, he gave everything to Larry and he came to me and died. And I always had the decision to never come back here, and that's why I buried dad in Canada, and since that time, Larry handled everything. And you both know that I don't care about the money that I have here, dad had invested in one of the best companies out there, so the money that I gain from the income, if I want to burn them they won't finish because I have a lot. So I told them to keep the money that comes from the wine company for Larry, Gina, and Liza."

"And here I thought LArry was your father's partner in the company."

The brunette shook her head. "Larry was a dropout. Dad helped him got to his feet. He wasn't normal, that's why dad asked Liam to stick by his side. For more than twenty years, Larry has just been an image for the company. Liam used to take every decision for the company."

"And who owns the house?"

"I do,"

Jesse shook his head. "Then why is Chloe saying that he signed the papers of the house to her?"

"He can't sign anything. She's lying."

"What about the will? How could he write a will if he doesn't have anything."

Beca shrugged, "Maybe he had some cash aside, but I also have doubts about it. Larry spends his money on nonsense."

"So he played her? He made her think he's a millionaire."

"And she thought she played him so that she can inherit him."

Jesse sighed, "And you're still wanting to know why haven't they told you about her? Maybe they didn't so you wouldn't say that you aren't obliged to give away money to a stranger."

"Dude, I don't care about the money, I wouldn't have minded if he married. I would think of it as he married someone to make him happy in his last couple of years." She said shrugging. "I do the same, every girl I go out with I spend money on her."

"For you it's normal, but for them, they wouldn't know if you wouldn't care about the money."

"Of course I wouldn't, answer me this. What woman wouldn't go out with someone knowing he was rich unless it was for his/her money?"

"What I don't understand, why are you still keeping her at the house? Why don't you kick her out?" Aubrey asked confused.

"I don't know, she annoys me to no extent. She wore a red dress and she went clubbing on the night her husband died. I just want to teach her how to respect death. I want to teach her how to respect the man who for eight years, spent money on her even if she doesn't love him."

"Calm down Beca," Jesse said gently.

"I want to humiliate her," Beca said firmly. "I want to teach her how to never betray a man who loved her for eight years."

"Who said she cheated on him?" Aubrey inquired.

"She goes out every night, full makeup, short dresses. Where is she going? The woman went out on the night that her husband dies, do you want to convince me that she isn't cheating on him? They are all the same." She said bitterly.

"No Beca, they aren't all the same. Not all of them cheat." Aubrey argued.

"They are!" Beca snapped back.

"Guys, calm down! Aubrey? What's going on!"

"Didn't you hear what she just said!?" The blond exclaimed. "When she says all women cheat she also means me."

Jesse shook his head. "No one is talking about you. That's her opinion and she has the right to think the way she wants."

"I'm not talking about you Bree, but every woman who goes out with a rich man she will cheat on him."

It was dinner time when Stacie, Chloe, and Beca sat at the table. Elissa had arrived a couple of hours ago and she knew she was going to get scolded. She sighed as she placed the last plate on the table and turned to make her way to the kitchen. "Elissa," Chloe called for her.

"Yes, Mrs. Beale?"

"Who do you work for?"

"You Mrs. Beale."

"Very good, so when you are going to ask for permission to leave, who would you ask it from?"

"You Mrs. Beale," Elissa repeated again. "B-But I-" She was cut off by Chloe again.

"No buts," The redhead demanded. "You have to know that in this house there is only one person who gives orders. And that person is me. And not anyone else." She said glancing at Beca who rolled her eyes. "Understood?"

"I understand but you were asleep and I-"

"If I was asleep, you'll wait for me to wake up. Understood?"

"Yes, Mrs. Beale."

"Go and inform everyone who works here that the orders will be taken from me. And only me. And this conversation is to all of you. Do you want me to tell them or will you inform the message?"

"I will tell them, don't bother yourself, Mrs. Beale." Elissa rushed out.

Chloe nodded, "And this steak is raw,"

"Raw? But Mrs. Beale-"

"RAW," She yelled.

"Elissa before you go and burn- I mean cook it well, please pour me some," Beca said smirking.

"Me too Elissa, please," Stacie stated earning a glare from the redhead. She shrugged. "What? I like it raw."

After dinner, Beca made her way to the backyard to find Stacie laying on the sofa and on her phone. She went behind her and smiled. "Why are you alone?" She said as Stacie jumped at the sudden voice and clutched her hand to her chest. "Is the princess asleep?"

Stacie giggled. "Nope, she went to the wine room to get a bottle of wine. She loves picking them. It makes her happy."

"If it makes her happy, then that's the best thing."

"Right?" Stacie said as she laughed. "I know Chloe sometimes acts a little.."

"Like she doesn't have matters?" Beca continued for the brunette.

"I wouldn't say that I just want to say that Chloe is someone who.." She trailed off when She saw Chloe with a bottle of wine and two glasses in hand.

The redhead approached them, "What's wrong with Chloe?" She said with a smile.

"Beca was asking about you, and I told her that you were getting a bottle of wine."

"Why were you asking about me?" The redhead asked confused.

"I missed you," Beca said shrugging. "I felt like the house is calm without you," She said as Stacie laughed.

"What do you work?" Chloe asked the brunette.

"Nothing, I don't work."

"And how do you live?"

"Why are you asking?" Beca asked back.

"If it bothers you, don't reply," Chloe said shrugging as she took a sip of her wine.

"I am not bothered by the question. But I feel like it's personal."

"Personal? Or are you embarrassed to say that Larry used to send you money? And when he died you came back here running so that you could take everything?"

"Let's say you are right."

"I am right. It's that way, you aren't here to bury your uncle, you're here to inherit him."

"Again, let's say you are right. He's my uncle, I have the right to inherit him."

"You have the right? In what means do you have the right? For the fact that you lived years with your uncle? Or for the fact that you have memories together?"

"What are you saying?"

"I am saying, goodnight," Chloe said as she left the backyard angrily.

Stacie sighed, "I'm heading to bed too, goodnight."

"Goodnight," Beca said sighing. She took the bottle of wine and poured some, but she found Chloe beside her and her hand was out, mentioning for Beca to give her the bottle when she took and started to walk away, she turned back again and stuck out her hand, wanting Beca to giver her the glass.

Beca looked confused and looked at the glass before handing it to Chloe who took it and walked away. Beca reached for the second glass and drank from it, shaking her head with a smile.

Chloe was laying her back on the sofa that was placed in her bedroom as she had her legs draped over Stacie's lap, both drinking wine. "Chlo, sweety you drank alot, do you still want a glass?"

The redhead looked at the glass and sighed. "Yes,"

"I'd say you had enough."

"Stacie, please leave me alone."

"You have to take your pills, do you want me to give them to you?"

Chloe shook her head. "I'll take them before I sleep."

"Chlo, you can't drink and take pills."

"Goodnight Stacie," She said softly as Stacie nodded and kissed her cheek and left the room. Chloe poured herself a glass of wine as she started to think about her life.

Back in Beca's room, she was changing her clothes when a flashback came to her mind.

Flashback.

Beca was climbing the stairs to open the bedroom door of her house which she lived in with her wife Marry. She heard laughing, she shook her head wondering what was going on. She reached for the doorknob

End of flashback.

She shook her head and wiped a few tears that fell on her cheek and sighed.

And in Chloe's room, the redhead fell asleep on the couch with a glass of wine in hand. She frowned as she started to have a bad dream.

Chloe's dream.

The room was fuzzy, all she could see was Larry with a smirk on his face and he was trying to choke her. She couldn't breath."

End of Chloe's dream.

"STACIE!" She yelled as the glass fell on the floor and got shattered. She ran to the corner and sat in a fetal position as she yelled again. "STACIE!"

Hearing Chloe's scared voice, Beca's eyes widened as she ran to the redhead's room. She opened the door and saw Chloe running towards her crying. "Hey, hey what's wrong?"

"Leave me please." She said crying.

"What's going on?" Beca asked softly as she held onto the redhead tightly.

"Where's Stacie? I need Stacie,"

"Chloe, please calm down, what's wrong?" The brunette asked worriedly.

Suddenly the tall brunette barged the room. "Chloe, sweety." She said softly as the redhead sobbed into her chest.

"He's here," Chloe said in a broken voice. Beca rushed to search the room. "He came to kill me, Stacie,"

"Did you take your meds?"

"There's no one inside," Beca stated in an attempt to calm Chloe. She then pulled her towards her. "Come on, sit and breath with me Chloe."

"h-He was here, h-he wanted to kill me."

"Who was?"

"Chlo, sweety, here, take your meds," Stacie said as she handed Chloe a glass of water and the pills.

Beca was still confused. She didn't know what's going on. Chloe suddenly looked around and started running around the room. "What are those pills?" Beca asked as she was looking at Chloe.

"What?" Stacie inquired.

"What are all these pills? And why is she taking them?"

"Chloe's a bit tired," She sighed. Suddenly, the two brunettes saw Chloe with shoes in her hands and leaving the room. "Where are you going?!" She exclaimed. "CHLOE!"

"Where is she going at this time of night?" Beca asked with more confusion.

"I can't do anything about it, she doesn't listen to me. But she won't go far, she'll come back soon."

Beca eyed Stacie for a few moments. "Stacie? Please tell me who was going to kill her?"

"Larry," She stated simply.

"My uncle? Why?" She asked with wide eyes.

"Beca please don't get me involved in this, I don't know anything. And I said nothing." Stacie said as she left the room.

The next morning, Chloe was exhausted. Without any words, she entered her bedroom and laid on the bed like a dead person as she took off her shoes and closed her eyes.

A/N: What's going on with Chloe? What's the secret she doesn't want anybody to know?