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My body tenses when her words poke through my mind.

“You said I destroyed your life, but those around you are doing a much better job than me. I tried to help you by arranging a marriage to someone powerful. You could save money, have your name around the elite circle, then divorce him if it’s terrible. You are smart. You could—”

“How little do you think of me, Mum?”

She opens her mouth, but I raise my hand.

“You don’t think I could become what I want to without the help of a man? Without marriage? What have I been doing all these years? Sitting around and shopping with my daddy’s money? No. I earned that money. I got us this mansion. I got us the money you spend, and every single penny that flows in and out of the Torre mansion. I am the brain behind Glamorous’s success. So why do you think I would struggle without a male figure in my life? Leave. I don’t want to hear any more of your nonsense. Get out,” I grit out.

“That’s it? You will cut ties with me just like that?” She raises a brow, arrogance still dripping from her mouth.

“Get the fuck out, Leysa.” I drop the familial sentiment just as I am dropping her.

She turns and walks away. I ensure she has left the property, then I remove her from the entry list, block her cards, block her phone number, and order a service to remove her belongings from the house. I have no more forgiveness left to give her. She’ll get nothing more from me.

Instead of heading towards my original destination, I take a detour and go to Cainn enterprises. I step out at the tall black tower amongst the city of London, with the powerhouse of London working at the top of it.

Forget the monarchy in Britain, the man who has funded and backed most recent politicians is Remo, and now I realise Helia has been hidden in the shadows of his success. They work hand in hand, together; one cannot exist without the other.

So the question prods in my mind again.

Why didn’t Remo help Helia by releasing him from prison yet?

“You can go in there.”

I nod at Remo’s assistant with a polite smile and walk inside, ready to face him once more.

“Are you actually working on releasing Helia?” I snap.

Remo laughs. “Good morning to you, too, Ms Torre.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Are you?”

“It’s a hard job. It will take time.” He shrugs, but I don’t believe him.

I truly don’t.

“I find that very hard to believe, brother-in-law.”

His eyes snap to me, dark, menacing, a threat in them because of the tone of my voice.

“On my way here, I called the prison of London, asking about any updates in the process of appeal for Helia Nashwood. Only to hear that there has been no appeal. There hasn’t been a single demand for release or any lawyers visiting him.”

Remo’s eyes darken.

“Tell me, Remo. Why the fuck haven’t you asked for an appeal?”

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“Careful how you talk to me, Ambrose. Threats won’t work well with me,” he grits out.

His voice is the only clear indication that he is feeling threatened by me. His hands rest casually on the table, his body relaxed, and not a single muscle in his face moves or tics.

“If you think, for one second, that I will sit back and watch you leave him in there, you are mistaken.” I point a finger at him. “You need to bail him out. The appeal needs to be done right this second.” I slam a hand on the table, my voice dropping low.

Remo raises a brow, joining his hands on the table. “Do you know what I could do to you? I could have you killed and gone.” A small muscle in his jaw twitches. That’s all I need to see to know he is fuming.

A smirk travels across my lips. “Your wife will love handing you the divorce papers if you carry through with that threat.”

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