Page 108 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

“Is there any point?”

He wouldn’t be here unless he knew about us.

The cat is out of the bag. What I don’t know is if Elliot finally told him or he found out another way.

The fact I’m yet to hear from Elliot suggests the latter.

The knot in my stomach twists and turns.

“I would think a girl like you realises how much she stands to lose, Miss Bancroft. Especially after you’ve lost so much already.”

The threat hangs between, making me suck in a sharp breath.

“Have you talked to Elliot?” I ask quietly, my heart beating so fast I feel a little light-headed.

I’m not good at this. At talking to powerful men and trying to stand my ground.

I’m used to wilting; to shrinking into the shadows where it’s safe.

But it’s Elliot.

My Elliot.

“My son is none of your concern. I know money will not sway your decision to do the right thing here, your father saw to that.”

“Do not bring my father into this,” I seethe, shaking with frustration. And anger.

Because I realise now, I am angry.

Angry at a man who values money and status above all else. A man who rules his family with an iron fist.

“Scott is right. The little mouse does have some bite. Still, I’m sure you can appreciate that I cannot allow your relationship with my son to continue. Elliot needs a strong woman to stand by his side. A woman who understands the rules of our world. Someone who can weld her beauty and desirability. Someone like Lauren Winrow who can continue the legacy of the Eaton family.

“He doesn’t need to be with someone with your… issues.”

My issues?

What is he?—

“Mental illness is a dreadful thing. And it’s no surprise that you’re so unstable given everything that has happened. But I simply cannot allow my son to get pulled into your mess. It is not?—”

“Stop, please… stop.” I run my hand along my clavicle, the world crumbling at my feet.

He knows.

Somehow he knows.

“That is exactly what I’m here to ask of you, Miss Bancroft.” He pins me with a hard look. “Break it off with my son. Stay away from him and his friends. It’s a few more weeks and he’ll be gone from All Hallows’. Off to start the next chapter of his life. To fulfil his duties as my son.”

“And if I won’t do it?” I fail to hide the tremor in my voice.

His eyes flash with venom as he folds his hands in front of him.

“Then unfortunately, I’ll have no choice to ensure that everyone learns who Judge Bancroft’s daughter really is.”

Isuck in a ragged breath as I knock on the Chapel door, waiting.

“Abi.” It swings open and relief floods me. “What happened?” Oakley stares at me with concern.

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