Page 46 of Revenge (Corrupt Empire 3)

“Wouldn’t surprise me. You are Mitchell’s daughter and he hates your family after what they did to his mother. What better way to get revenge than to ravage daddy’s little princess? Pity your father isn’t around to see how far you’ve fallen.”

I felt sick to my stomach. Not only had he knocked out and tied up my husband, but he was also now taunting me and calling me a whore.

“What do you know?”

“I don’t know anything,” I said.

“More lies. Why don’t you admit it, Avery? Admit you’re his whore.”

I shook my head.

“No. That’s not what it is.”

Frazier leant back, his dark eyes betraying a slight hint of confusion. He walked away a few paces, looking between me and Aiden. My heart hammered in my chest. All I wanted was to know he was okay. Fuck. We’d argued with each other. And then this. They’d taken him. But how did Frazier know? How? This made absolutely no sense.

“Then what? Are you telling me it’s more than that? Hmm? Is this a little love affair between the two of you?”

A single tear slipped down my cheek. The words stuck in my throat. Tristan’s breath was hot on my ear.

“Oh, I think it is, Father. Look at her, she’s trembling.”

Frazier turned to the both of us, his eyes roaming across me.

“Well, well, well… that just made this far more interesting.”

“How did you know about us?” I blurted out.

His smile was deadly.

“So you admit it. I’ve kept an eye on you for quite a while. Especially after you came to me and told me you’d marry my son. Except you had no intention of doing that at all, did you? You came here for something else. What is it, Avery? What do you know?”

Did Frazier know how long Aiden and I had been together? Did he know about Aiden keeping me captive? Did he know we’d got married? He would’ve said something if he did. He wouldn’t have accused me of being Aiden’s whore. That meant we were still in the clear somewhat, but it didn’t bring me any sort of relief. I was still in serious shit and so was Aiden.

“I don’t know anything.”

Frazier was silent. He watched me for a minute then he walked over to a small desk and pulled out a drawer. He tugged something out of it and snapped the drawer shut. Walking towards Aiden, he lifted his hand and pointed a gun at my husband’s head.

“No! Don’t, don’t hurt him, please. Please, don’t kill him.”

Tears fell unbidden. I couldn’t help it. He was pointing a gun at my unconscious husband’s head. Frazier was a fucking bastard. I hated him. And yet he knew exactly how to manipulate me. Fuck. I’d fallen headlong into this trap. Aiden was right. I never should’ve come here tonight. We never should’ve left the flat.

“Then tell me the truth.”

“Please,” I sobbed. “Please don’t hurt him.”

“What do you know?”

I was fucking done. I’d do anything to save Aiden. Anything. Even revealing what I’d tried to keep hidden this whole time.

“I’ll tell you if you put the gun down. Promise me you won’t kill him, please.”

He stared at me. I must’ve looked like a fucking state right then. A sobbing mess of streaked makeup. He lowered the gun slowly.

“I won’t kill him. Now, tell me what you know and don’t leave anything out.”

I took a breath, a wracking sob escaping my lips.

“Everything,” I whispered. “I know everything, Frazier.”

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