Page 134 of Reign of a Billionaire
“You’ve finally found your bravery.” There was a hint of pride in her voice, and I fucking hated it. I never wanted to be anything she wanted, because that meant I’d ventured to the wrong side.
“We’re scouring through your Marabella Agreements,” I stated casually.
She scoffed. “You won’t find anything about your sister in those.”
“Why are you so sure?”
“Because I’ve already gone through them.”
I didn’t think she was lying. “Well, we need to find those other victims too. We’re going to save them all.”
Behind me, the door opened and her eyes darted over my shoulder. I didn’t need to turn around to see who it was. I could feel Kingston’s eyes on my back as he moved to come stand behind me.
His hand came to rest on my lower back, lending support and strength. He always knew what to do, and I loved him even more for it. I leaned into him, a calm strength washing over me. He was the reason for my sanity, for my life, for my healing.
I’d be all that and more for my sister once we found her.
“I want to know all the theories you’ve come up with relating to Liana,” I stated calmly.
When she remained silent, I asked, “The video? The one that you’ve shown me for years while”—I swallowed hard—“torturing me.” There was no mistaking what she was doing to me. “Who was it?”
Yes, it was photoshopped according to Santiago Tijuana, but someone had to have endured that to be used for the video.
She shrugged. “Some girl.”
I balled my fists, fighting the urge to punch my own mother. “What girl?”
“I don’t remember her name.” This wasn’t helping her case at all. “Last name Freud-something.”
My brows knitted. “Dr. Freud?” I blurted. “It has something to do with Dr. Freud?”
“I don’t know any Dr. Freud.” Just another puzzle piece thrown our way.
“Why did you keep showing me that video?” I asked instead. “You said it was my sister.”
She smiled—that crazy, twisted smile. “You needed an incentive.”
I hardened myself. All she did was hurt me, again and again. “Tell me what you know about my sister,” I gritted.
“Why?” she asked, her voice raspy.
“Because she’s mysister,” I gritted. “She’s my other half.” This woman—who gave me birth and was supposed to be my mother—had been sick in the head for far longer than I’d been alive, the loss of her first child—Winter—destroying her fragile mind. But it didn’t excuse her behavior toward me. It didn’t excuse her abandonment of my twin. “Because I’m going to get her back, and you’re going to help me by telling me everything you fucking know.”
She smiled, her first warm smile in a long time. “Maybe all those years of electroshock therapy made something out of you.”
“Fucking watch it,” Kingston growled from behind me, ready to pounce, but the moment my hand took his, he stilled.
“You always preferred Lia to me,” I stated, feeling nothing with those words. She no longer mattered to me, only my sister did. “You should want me to save her.” Sofia wasn’t the only manipulative bitch here. She’d taught me well, and I’d use any means necessary to find my sister. “Now tell me what you know and maybe you’ll get to see Lia before you waste away in this dungeon.”
She started to laugh, the sound slightly hysterical.
“If you’re her best chance at survival, your sister’s already dead.” My heart clenched for my sister who was paying for this woman’s sins.
“But I’m not alone,” I said coldly. “I have Kingston and his entire family by my side.”
She scoffed. “A lot of good that will do you. You need someone from the other side.”
“Other side?”
