"What the devil is going on here?!" Lady Cynthia screeched. She was a gray haired woman, wearing a colorful top and pants. "Why was there a gun in this house?! Rosalie, what in heaven's name did you do now?"

"Lady Cynthia, please," Olivier said calmly, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Let me explain in your office. Not here in front of the police."

"And why not?!" Lady Cynthia snarled. "What drama have you brought into this house, Olivier? It wasn't enough that you and my son had those orgies you schoolboys do when you come home from the Academy, and now you're bringing drugs and guns into my house! After Elijah's death, don't you think you're ready to settle down? And you!" she turned to Rosalie, who was trying to hide her giggles through her snickering behind her hand-"You were always so respectful, even when you'd come here and Elijah, God rest his soul, loved you. But now that he's dead-"

"LADY CYNTHIA." Olivier cut her off before she could say anything else. "Can we please go inside your office so we can explain? I don't think you'd like to go to the living room right now."

"And whyever not? It's my living room, isn't it?"

"It is-but-" Olivier took a deep breath. "The police need to look around for clues, and you hanging about isn't going to help anyone."

Lady Cynthia's eyes flickered towards the door and them back at them. She sighed and turned on her heel. "Come along," she ordered, waving her hand to the direction to her office. "We can talk in Eli's office. Though heaven's knows why we need to talk there where we can simply talk out here."

Rosalie shook her head as she followed her monster-in-law and her boyfriend to her dead husband's office. The office was plain, but simple; the walls were oak, the huge oak desk sat in the middle, and another portrait of Elijah hung in the middle of the office. Lady Cynthia sat behind the huge oak desk, and Olivier and Rosalie took the chairs in the front.

"Now," Lady Cynthia said, getting comfortable. "Tell me how all of this happen, and why the hell there's a madman with a gun in the house?"

Olivier and Rosalie explained what happened between them, how Taylor Drake tried to make a deal with her to take everything she had and put her out in the streets. Then they brought up Rosalie's short relationship with Aiden and how she broke up with him, and then how the events of tonight came to the ending. Lady Cynthia nodded throughout the whole thing, frowned at some, and sighed at the mention of Aiden and Chrysèlie, and then cringed at the mention of Taylor Drake.

"So that murderer who killed my son is trying to get all of my son's fortune?" she asked, making both Olivier and Rosalie's mouths drop open.

"I'm sorry, my lady-Taylor Drake is trying to get all of Elijah's fortune?" Olivier repeated, making her nod.

"Of course he is. He sent him offer after offer, and Eli had said no. And now he thinks he can have it now that he died-but he didn't read Elijah's will. And he never will, if he got his hands on it." Lady Cynthia answered with a proud smile.

"What will?" Rosalie asked, her face screwing up in confusion.

Lady Cynthia dug around her son's desk before pulling out a file folder and slid it over to her. Rosalie picked it up and opened it-and on top of the document was titled "Elijah Darlington-Whit's Last Will and Testament". Taking a deep breath, she read on, and nearly gasped when she saw both her name and Olivier's name.

To my wife Rosalie Kennedy Darlington-Whit, I bequeath her my fortune and all my properties. She is the executor of my will and is now elevated to the title Duchess of Glencrae.

To my best friend Olivier Etienne Barthel, I bequeath you the title Duke of Wolverton and the executor of my estate. Take care of my wife as you see fit. And no, this isn't permission to chase after her, you twit. Though I have a feeling that you two will naturally fall in love after she hated you for so long.

"So he knew," Olivier said with a chuckle. "That son of a bitch."

Rosalie looked at him as he laughed, mostly to himself. She thought about the many times Elijah talked about his time at school, how he and he friend would get into a bunch of trouble. It didn't click for a minute, but when she did, she started to look at Olivier in a new light. "So you're the friend from the Academy," she said finally. "Each time he talked about it, he called you all sorts of names-one of them was twit."

"Of course he and Olivier were schoolmates!" Lady Cynthia snapped. "They met at the same school and became fast friends. And those two were thick as thieves, throwing parties and what not. Even that one orgie Eli swore that he didn't plan!"

"We didn't-that was George," Olivier grumbled, making Rosalie laugh. "And it wasn't a orgie!'

"When I walked it it was! Eli kissing all over that girl..." she shook her head before turning to Rosalie. "Well? You see why that Taylor Drake cannot make you do anything? You're protected by Elijah, even in death. So don't worry darling-you'll be fine, and you're protected. So now, you can go home and relax. The courts will deal with Taylor Drake, don't worry."

"Wait, Lady Cynthia-how will the courts deal with Taylor Drake?"

A smirk appeared on her face at the question. "Simple, my dear. I already told the police about Taylor Drake, and I have an old friend in the police station who's been tracking everything that man has done, and I do believe that he will be served a warrant soon."

Well damn.

Here Rosalie thought that she was the monster in law she both hated and love. Now she was seeing her in the new light, just like she was seeing Olivier in a new light. "So when will the warrant happen?"

Lady Cynthia flipped her wrist to look at her Bvlgari watch and smiled. Then the phone started to ring and she picked up the phone. She nodded for a couple seconds before hanging up. "Taylor Drake has just been served." Lady Cynthia said with a chuckle. "And thanks to my friend, that's going to be a real hoot when he realizes that he's going to jail-after he's sued for everything he's got!"

Yeah, no, that's scary at all.

"Well, that's a relief." Olivier said, getting up. "Shall we see you later, my lady?"

"Stop by anytime. Oh, and Rosalie?" Lady Cynthia said, making Rosalie stop getting up as she looked at her.

"Yes ma'am?"

"You know about Isabelle, do you?"

She nodded.

"I'm sorry that my son has kept that from you. He was a little be ashamed of that affair from her mother that produced the child. But he always cared for her, and he loved you so much that he wanted to tell you, but then...he died before he could. But please, my girl. Watch over the child, for me. It's my only grandchild I've had that I barely know."

Rosalie was taken aback with the request. She was getting shocked left and right with this kindness. Where was the bitter old lady who hated her all these years? Where's the monster in law she knew so well? "Sure," she said with a nod, leaving the office and try and catch up after Olivier, who was stopped by Detective Michael.

"Lady Rosalie, Olivier," Detective Michael said with a nod. "Aiden Lockheart confessed to everything, even though he was talking mad as well. On top of that, Taylor Drake is about to head to jail for everything-how I didn't know, but he is. So it looks like you guys are now off the hook now."

"Not really," Rosalie said quietly, thinking about Chrysèlie and her visit. "We have one more person to deal with."

"Miss Chrysèlie Natel?" Michael guessed.

Rosalie nodded. "She came by when the arrest was happening. She wants something. I don't know what."

"I know what she wants...me." Olivier grumbled. "She always wanted me ever since we broke up."

"Are you sure about that, Mr. Barthel?"

Olivier nodded. "It's been that way ever since."

"Do you need a restraining order on her?"

Rosalie shook her head. "Nope. Not when I get done with her, she won't need a thing." Her mind started to spin of the thoughts she had right about now about her conversation with her boyfriend's ex-girlfriend. "You don't have to worry about her, Detective."

Though he had a worried look on his face, he nodded. "Alright, Lady Rosalie. Just call me if you do need me, alright?" Detective Michael offered.

Olivier gave her a worried look as well, but he slipped his hand into hers. "Okay. Well, thank you, Detective." he said, leading Rosalie to the car. "Are you alright, mäi Schatz?" he asked, opening the passenger car door for her. "Do you need me to go with you?"

"I'm fine," she told him with a smile. "I don't need for you to go with me. I can handle her, I promise."

Olivier just nodded, watching her go in the car. He didn't know why he had a bad feeling about it, but he trusts Rosalie, and hoped that whatever she had planned, she'll be able to handle herself. "Do you need me to do anything?"

"Just wait for me to come home," she said. "I think...we need to have a talk about our arrangement."

"Oh?"

"I think we need to get rid of it."