Page 70 of Disgraced (Russian Sinners 3)

“You don’t even know him.”

“I know enough,” I spat, glaring at Sergei who sat unmoving. His lack of emotion was like fuel to the fire. “You two can work out the dissolution of your agreement, but I want to go back home. Today.”

I sounded bratty, probably no better than little kindergarteners in my class. But I couldn’t help it. With the distance from Sergei, I could bounce back. I’d be my old self and everything would be back to normal.

Well, except the baby.

That was if I was even pregnant. Jesus, now I was having full blown conversations in my head.

“Daughter, you know I cannot do that,” my dad finally responded. “We’ll come for the wedding.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. It took a few seconds for the words to sink in and my anger flared.

“There won’t be a fucking wedding,” I screamed into the phone. “Hell will freeze over before I marry this… this asshole. Whatever you owe him, it is your debt. Not mine! Why in the fuck am I paying for it?”

The line went quiet. I waited, holding my breath... for what I didn’t know.

“Put Sergei back on the phone,” my dad’s voice was cold and business-like. The little hope I had was squashed by my father’s words. I knew he wouldn’t come for me. There was no hope of getting away from Sergei.

As I handed the phone back to Sergei, my hands shook visibly, and I bit my lip hard to prevent sobs from escaping my lips. As soon as he took the phone, I turned around, rushed to my bedroom, and went straight through it into my private bathroom, locking myself in.

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