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“I understand Tate hated you for years because of my accident.” He threw the gear shift in park.

Staring at the porch light, I wished my dad would save me. I didn’t want to talk to Mason any more than I had to.

“He did. Tate and I worked it out. He couldn’t blame me any longer. Tate finally admitted I wasn’t to blame for your death,” I snarled.

“I hated how he watched you when we were kids. Got all excited every time you stepped into the lake house.”

I cut my eyes at him. “If you knew he felt the way he did, why did you interfere?” A tear slid down my cheek.

His eyes narrowed. “Because I felt the same way. Every time you arrived, I wanted to play games with you. Be close to you. Why Tate? What’s the difference between us?”

I sighed. “Tate and I shared a twisted little bond in kindergarten. He tortured me because he liked me. And I in turn, couldn’t wait for the next time he pulled a mean stunt. Over the years, we spent time together. We hid out in a tent on his bed whenever I spent the night and there was a storm. It was perfect.” I swiped at the tears. “I won’t let you tarnish our memories.”

Gripping my knee, I clutched my eyes shut. “I love Tate. He’s the only man I want to be with, Mason.”

I wrapped my hand around the door handle.

“Chelsea.” Mason grabbed my arm. “You will be my wife. We are moving to London after Christmas. I will head our family’s empire with you by my side. You will have my child, Chelsea. Our child will inherit the Forrester kingdom.”

My heart lurched against my ribcage. I clawed at my chest, gasping for air. “Mason, no. Please no.”

“Yes. Tate will marry Marisa. Everything will go as planned.”

I slammed my fists into his chest. “He’ll never let that happen.”

His blue eyes darkened. “He will or he’ll fucking die. I don’t need him. He can take it or leave it. You better get on board. This is happening. The second we are man and wife; we’ll consummate our marriage.”

I dropped back in my seat, tears flooding my face. My fight fled. What did I have left? This had to be a dream. I’d wake up tomorrow and this nightmare would be just that. Not waiting a second more, I hopped out of the truck and darted into my house.

Mason was the devil’s spawn. Bitter. Filled with jealousy. Only wanted things in life to go his way; no matter whose feelings were crushed in the process. He wrecked my world.

After a hot shower, I laid in bed, staring at the window seat Tate often occupied. “I miss you, Tate. Please come back to me.” The pillow beneath my face absorbed my cold tears.

CHAPTER TWO

Round and round the track I went. Feet pounding the pavement at top speed. My thoughts were still jumbled. I had no idea how to find my boyfriend. This morning, I fled the house before my family awoke. My life was flipped upside down again.Fuck! Why was this happening to me?

I needed to talk to Matt and Rocco. Maybe they could be my eyes and ears while I played nice to the narcissistic psycho, Mason.

The hot water pounding my skin only reminded me that my hell was real. Students flooded the halls as I stepped out of the locker room.

“Chelsea, hey girl,” Connie called out at my back.

I plastered on a fake smile. “Connie, are you ready for this crazy day?”

“Any bitch say something off kilter and I will put her in her place.”

“Oh, and when you say bitches stepping out of line are, we are thinking of the same gossip whores; Natasha and Jamie?”

“You know it. Now that you aren’t an outcast, you have the capability to tell those bitches to fall in line.”

“True or I could use them to my advantage. If I want to spread a rumor, they could spread it. For my benefit only.” My wheels were turning. I’d love to stick it to that bitch, Marisa.

“Hey, babe.” Mason’s pearly whites brightened as he gripped my waist. “You left my bed pretty early. Why didn’t you wake me before you left this morning?” He winked, kissing my temple.

Bile rose in my throat. He had my boyfriend’s mannerisms down to a tee. He’s been watching us for a while. Someone amongst us had to be his spy other than Marisa.

“Oh, you know me, sweetheart. I needed to get a run in. I want to be ready for my track meet. Will you be there?”Please say no.

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