Page 180 of Bride By Coronation

I pull my knees to my chest, accusing, "Y-your f-father. H-how... How..." Fresh sobs fly out of me. The visions and sounds of the video haunt me, and I can't push them out of my head.

Kirill moves closer. He touches my leg. "Fiona?—"

I jump up, screaming as loud as possible, "Get away from me!" and run through the penthouse.

He follows me. In a calm voice, he begs, "Please tell me what's happening right now."

I hurl, "You want to know?"

"Yes." He shoots me another confused but concerned look.

"Fine," I say, brushing past him and entering my office. I hit the keyboard, and the video starts playing.

Kirill freezes, his eyes widening, and the color drains from his face.

I point to the man on the screen. My voice trembles as I ask, "That is your father?"

He glances at me helplessly, grinding his molars.

"So it's true?" I demand with tears streaming down my cheeks.

He squeezes his eyes closed tightly. "Yes, that's my father."

My insides quiver harder as I ask, "Did you know?"

He remains silent and slowly opens his eyes, pinning his guilty gaze on me.

I tremble so hard I have to sit down at my desk.

His expression turns remorseful.

I turn in my chair, unable to look at him, choking out, "You knew your father did this to my mother and father?"

His voice cracks when he admits, "Unfortunately, yes. I did."

I spin back to face him, growling, "And you didn't think this was important to tell me?"

Tension explodes between us, mixing with the screams from my mother and father.

He steps in front of me and turns the video off. He asks, "How did you get this?"

I sarcastically laugh. "How did I get this? That's what you want to know?"

He keeps his voice neutral. "Yes, Fiona. I need to know how you got this."

"It was delivered to me."

"By whom?"

"By a man."

"What man?"

"I don't know."

Kirill kneels and puts his hands on my cheeks.

I close my eyes, trying to breathe.

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