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“Good.” He tore a gasp from me when he stroked deep inside me, forcing me to grasp onto his huge biceps for support. “Because I’ll be using this pretty pussy for a while.”

Chapter 45

Present

My father’s penthouse was as cold as I remembered, with its marble floors and towering windows that showcased the New York City skyline. His office was no different. A heavy oak desk and leather-bound books.

Trevor’s hand was firm on the small of my back as we walked in, his silent support grounding me even as my chest tightened.

Paris was a dream.

We’d just gotten back from spending two weeks there. I didn’t want to be here, but it was time.

My father looked up from his chair, his sharp suit and calculating eyes a picture of composure, though I could see the faint flicker of unease when his gaze shifted to Trevor and he saw his hand touching me.

He cleared his throat. “Cara. Trevor. What is this?”

“I know what you did,” I ignored his question, my voice low but steady, the anger barely contained. I needed to know why he turned Trevor against me all those years ago. “How could you?”

For a moment, he said nothing, his expression unreadable. Then, he did something I never expected – he crumbled. His shoulders slumped, and he rubbed a trembling hand across his face, looking older than I’d ever seen him.

“I didn’t mean to hurt her, Natalia. You gotta understand…” He said, his voice cracking. “It was a mistake.”

“What?” My stomach turned with unease.

His voice shook as he continued. “Your mother…” He swallowed hard, his hands gripping the armrests of his chair. “You got to believe me,cara. I loved her.”

The words hit me like a physical blow. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. I could feel Trevor tense beside me, his hand instinctively moving to my arm.

“What?” My voice came out in a whisper, trembling with disbelief.

“She told me she killed you,” He said, his eyes glistening with tears. “She’d always hit you. I’d always find you with bruises. We weren’t married. She wouldn’t marry into the Family. I couldn’t see you a lot, but when I did, you were covered in bruises.” His voice cracked as he looked at me, pleading. “And then, that day… When she told me she killed you… I– I– I lost it,” He sobbed. “I didn’t mean it.”

“What did you do?” My voice was barely a whisper.

“She told me she killed you. She wanted you away from the life, away fromme…”

I felt the room spin as his words sank in. “Dad…”

“I lost control. I believed her. I–”

“What did you do.”

“God, I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to,cara. Please, you have to understand–”

I shook my head, tears falling down my face. “You killed her?”

He buried his face in his hands, his voice muffled. “I lost control. We all do that. We’re human–”

“How did you do it?” I asked, my voice shaking as rage and heartbreak tangled inside me. I needed to know the entire truth.

He shook his head.

“How.”

“I s– str–”

“You strangled her,” Trevor finished, his voice cold.

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