Page 65 of Sinful Games

I yanked the door open, only to face Drayi, blocking the way like an unmovable wall. His presence was a brutal reminder that there was no easy exit. I staggered back, realizing that this wasn’t just an obstacle—it was a calculated move in a game where I was nothing more than a pawn.

My father shot up, his face twisted with rage. “You fucking brat! How dare you!” His voice roared through the room, venom dripping from each word. “After ruining my reputation! We saw the picture—marriage is the only way to fix what you’ve done!”

Shock swept over me. “What picture?” I breathedout.

Without a word, my father pulled out his phone, tapped a few times, and tossed it onto the table near me.

I approached it, my legs trembling with dread. My hands shook as I picked up the phone, my heart racing.

The screen showed a photo of me, asleep, curled up against Alexsei. My arm was around him, my bare chest partially visible. The image was a violation, a betrayal. The sly smirk on Alexsei's face, his eyes seemingly aware of the camera, only added to the fury building inside me.

This wasn’t just an innocent photo; it was a weapon, designed to manipulate and control me.

“We didn’t—” I started, but my father cut me off.

“Don’t lie to me,” he growled, his voice a dangerous snarl. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

Rage exploded inside me. “You’re the one who?—”

Before I could finish, his hand struck me hard, sending me crashing to the floor. Blood filled my mouth, and pain radiated from my cheek. I touched the sore spot, struggling to steady myself.

A thunderous crash shattered the silence. I looked up to see Alexsei, his usual calm replaced by a deadly glare. He had my father’s throat in a vise-like grip, his gun pressed hard against my father’s temple.

My father's face twisted in horror.

“Touch her again, and I’ll bury you six feet under before you even have time to blink.”

The room was frozen, everyone too stunned to move.

"Stop," I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.

As if my words were a command, Alexsei immediately released him. He moved toward me, reaching out to help, but I pushed him away.

I struggled to stand, wobbling unsteadily on my heels. Justas I was about to fall, Alexsei caught me by the arm, preventing me from hitting the floor.

"Don’t touch me!" I snapped, shoving him back.

Alexsei stepped away, his expression unreadable as he smoothly holstered his gun.

Igor’s voice cut through the room. “We’re leaving. Mankiev, drop your daughter at the Manor by 2 PM tomorrow. If she’s not there, our deal is off, and I’ll feed your corpse to my dogs.”

Igor nodded at me, then walked out. Alexsei shot a last look at my father before delivering a solid punch to his face.

“You better be on time,” Alexsei warned, then left without another word.

Once they were gone, my father chuckled, testing his jaw.

He then sat down, casually inviting Drayi to join him. “Come on, sit and eat, Caia. Your dinner’s getting cold.”

I stood there, stunned, my mind spinning. “You… you sold me.”

He bit into a piece of salami. “Don’t be dramatic. I just made our future more convenient.”

Tears of frustration stung my eyes, but I forced my voice to stay steady. “I didn’t sleep with Romaniev. This is all a huge misunderstanding.”

He shrugged, his indifference chilling. “I don’t give a damn if you did or didn’t. The only thing that matters is that he was in your bed. That’s enough to make us bothveryrich, so let’s celebrate that.”

“I won’t marry him," I breathed out.

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