Page 131 of The Merciless King

I have more questions than ever about her brother.

“She was.” I nod, confirming that Amy was one of the women, and brush her hair off her forehead. “Gianna.”

“Don’t,” she says.

Fuck. I have to say this. Even if it's only half true. It’s still true...god, I don’t even know how to reconcile my thoughts and feelings let alone communicate them.

“I’m sorry,” I rasp. “Sorry I used you. Sorry you are hurting. Sorry that there is no way for me to prove that what we had felt as real to me as it did to you.”

Sad as fuck eyes lift to mine as a trillion little tears pour down her face.

“Thank you.”

I stand before I break down. I have no right to ask for her forgiveness or let her see me cry.

I lean down and kiss her forehead, then walk out the door.

Goodbye, princess.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

GIANNA

The door clicks closed and I turn into my pillow, sobbing. I don’t even care about the pain throbbing in my head.

I’ve lost both my father and Braxton in one night.

It’s not just my father’s life I’m grieving, but who I thought he was. He’s a monster.

An evil and greedy, horrible human being.

But Braxton wasn’t.

His betrayal hurt and it still hurts, but I understand why he did it. Those poor women.

How many others were there?

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