Eden

I shake my head, still struggling to belief any of this is true. “But you held Nora captive when you found out she was alive. Even if the plan didn’t go as you’d laid it out, why would you turn on her like that?”

Rage flashes in his eyes, and I’m momentarily terrified that he’s going to lash out at me in some way. A few seconds pass, however, and he doesn’t strike at me, I think that I might be safe from that. At least for the time being.

“Greed,” he says. “She was collecting information on me to take me to court so she could gain full control of my company after Benjamin’s death. I found out right before the fire, so I wasn’t overly upset when I thought she’d been caught in it. When I found out she’d survived, I wasn’t about to let her get away with betraying me. I made her pay.” A cold line slashes his lips. “She was used to climbing her way to the top on her hands and knees.”

They’re monsters. Both of them. They deserve each other.

“So, you killed my father just so you could have full control of your fucking business? You ruined my life so you could make yourself richer?” I spit at him, torn between fury and despair. Things could’ve been so different for me if it weren’t for him and Nora. My life could’ve been so much more.

“It wasn’t just about the business,” he says in a low voice that reminds me so much of Saint, my head swims. “He took more than that from me. He took her.”

Holy shit. This whole thing is so much more fucked up than I could’ve imagined. This man is insane. Looking at everything he’s done it doesn’t seem a stretch to say that he’s obsessed with Nora. What was once desire, though, has become twisted and ugly. Violent.

Vengeful.

I need to get away from him. Now. He’s getting so worked up, I don’t know what he might do if he actually snaps. I need to convince him to let me go without making him angrier.

“If you don’t let me go, I can’t give her your message,” I say softly. “Please … just let me go.”

He stares at me for several long moments, and I can practically see his mind whirling as he decides what to do with me.

At last, he takes a long step backwards and away from me. I try to force my breathing to even out as he raises his finger and points it at me.

“Keeping your gold-digging slut mother captive was the best thing for everyone,” he growls, tossing my phone at me. I catch it on instinct alone. “If I could go back and do one thing over, I’d have dumped her body myself.”

I’m too stu