Page 76 of Unspoken Obsession

I see his face darken, his eyes half-closing as he tries to swallow the truth.

"I found out months ago. There was a party at the mansion and one guest got rough. He killed my sister. And that man just covered it up as though she was nothing. He hired a new maid to replace her and got rid of any evidence she ever existed."

I sigh. "I am sorry."

"At least I know what happened and my family has peace and closure."

"Why did you stay, even after you found out?"

"Because I am going to kill him," Arman says with deadly honesty. "And if I cannot kill him - I want to take away anything he has ever loved and watch him suffer in pain."

The followingnight I am on my way to Frankie's apartment. She has asked me to use the underground parking and to come in through a back entrance to avoid being seen.

I pull up the parking brake of my car and slide it into neutral.

She and I have come quite far together since we reentered each other's lives. We grow closer by the day and I am excited to see where it is going to lead. I can't see a future that doesn't have her in it.

I climb the stairs that lead to the first floor and then get into the resident's elevator, avoiding the front foyer and any spying eyes.

I knock on her door and when she opens it, wearing that gorgeous lace summer dress that I love so much with a white apron over it, my lips curve into a wide smile.

"Wow, little fox, you look like you'd make a perfect wife."

She playfully punches my arm as I pull her into a hug, closing the door behind us. "That's rude. You can't say things like that." She laughs.

I tug at the apron. "Alright, what if you were only wearing the apron?"

"Well, if you behave then we can see about that for dessert." She grins, pushing me away and walking towards the kitchen to check on the food.

"It smells incredible - where is the little guy?"

"He's in his room trying to decide what to wear for dinner tonight. I told him you were coming over and he got a little stressed trying to decide. I've never seen him like this. I was helping him, but I had to come see to the food."

"Shall I go offer some help?"

"Sure, just down the hallway -- it's the first room on the left."

I wander through her apartment which is clean, bright, and feminine in a minimalist way. She has excellent taste and the few key pieces she has here and there make the space feel like a home. But, I can see she is living with one foot in the door and one foot out, not really settling. It is probably for fear of her father's actions and what he might do next.

She can't settle or give her son a proper home until that man is out of the picture altogether.

"Little buddy," I say, stepping into Damion's room.

Across the bedroom floor, he has clothes spread out, and he's standing with his hands on his hips staring at them-- stark naked and looking as though this is the biggest decision of his life.

I lean against the door frame and fold my arms across my chest, putting on my best serious face too.

"Mm. You have a lot of choices there." I nod towards the clothes.

"I dunno." He huffs, throwing his hands in the air.

"Well, let's see if we can narrow it down." I crouch on my knees, picking up the Spiderman outfit and a dinosaur onesie.

"I really like both. To be honest - I wish I had a dinosaur costume like this. Where did you get it? Do you think I could borrow it?"

He runs over to me, laughing. He jumps up and grabs the dinosaur onesie from my hand.

"Not fit you. You wear spiman. I am dinasa."

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