Page 99 of Ruthless God

And it hurts like hell that I can’t talk to him.

I sit on my old bed in my room at my parents’ home. They don’t know why I’m staying here, but they suspect I had a fight with Snow.

Tears wet my eyes and I bring my legs to my chest, resting my chin on my knees.

Most days, I sit in my room, trying to catch up on homework and painting.

There is a knock at the door and my mother barges in. She takes in my tear-streaked face. When she sits next to me, she wraps her arms around my shoulders.

“Why are you crying?”

I don’t want to tell her what’s going on, but if I don’t now, she’ll call Snow, so I might as well admit it.

“I’m divorcing Snow.”

“I’m sorry, baby.” She pulls me into her arms and kisses my temple. “What happened?”

I want to tell her what’s going on, but I need advice from my father first. He’s the president of the company and knows how the men are built to run the Billionaire Club. It’s more than a business and a secret society, and they have a set of rules that the owners have to follow.

“Where is Father?”

“He’s in his study on a business call.”

I get off my bed, stride downstairs, and I walk into his office. My father speaks using the Bluetooth, his arms folded and wrinkling up his gray dress shirt.

Once his gaze lands on me, he tells whoever is on the other line that he will call them back.

Dad rolls up the sleeves of his crisp dress shirt, stands in front of his desk, and crosses one loafer over the other as he leans against it.

“Did you and Snow have a fight?”

I tilt my head to the side. “How did you know?”

“Snow sleeps under the tree by your bedroom window. He does that every time you two have a fight.”

I try to keep the tears from falling down my cheeks, but I need to tell my father what is going on before I end up dead. So I blurt it all out.

“Snow’s father ordered him to kill me over Bailey’s death. His father blames me for it. And it is my fault.”

I see the look on my father’s face, full of rage.

“Was Sno—”

“Going to go through with it? According to him, no. He was plotting a revenge plan to get back at his father. To kill him. He said that he married me to protect me, but he kept me in the dark. I broke the marriage off, Father. I’m sorry your daughter won’t be married to an owner of the American Billionaire Club.”

“You will be. I’ll find you another husband.”

I flop down onto the chair in front of him. “Am I always going to be second in my husband’s life?”

“Sometimes. This is our lifestyle. I can’t change the rules.” He sighs. “Snow is only following the rules, even though he’s not the CEO yet. I can understand why he didn’t tell you.”

“So you’re on his side?”

“Never, sweetheart. I’m always on your side. His father won’t get anywhere near you. I promise. I’m going to kill him myself.” My father leans down and kisses me on the cheek. “I’ll take care of Snow. Do you want him gone?”

I don’t reply, but he takes my answer as a yes, so he heads toward the front door. I follow after him as he finds Snow sleeping under the tree.

“Get up!” my father yells. “My daughter told me about your father wanting her dead. Why the fuck are you even here?”

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