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And they’ll definitely go for the latter because he’s Nathaniel Weaver. The prince of the Weaver empire and a senator’s son. So they’ll want to bring him down and will try every trick under the sun to do it.
Every ugly trick.
The press loves his family. They stalk them. They write articles about them all the time.
Sebastian brought his girlfriend of Japanese descent to an event one time and they went nuts about the couple. They even wrote disgusting articles alleging that he’s with her for publicity because having an Asian girlfriend makes him look good.
But anyone who’s seen them in private knows how much Sebastian worships that woman. He loves her with a passion that could be sensed in the air and tasted with the subtle yet possessive ways he touches her.
They’re one of the most badass couples on earth and no one would convince me otherwise. Definitely not the rotten media who spew lies for their own benefits.
Anyway, the Weavers are in the limelight all the time. And the press wouldn’t hesitate to bring Nate and his family down. His parents will have to disown him to keep their image intact and—
“She’s twenty years old and not an underage kid. Stop looking at her or treating her as a clueless child, and you know what? Fuck the press.”
A breath I didn’t know I was holding whooshes out of me. It’s so long that I feel the burn in my lungs and the ashes of the fire settling at the base of my throat.
I stare back at Nate because I’m thankful. He didn’t need to say those words, but he did, and now, I can finally breathe.
“Nathaniel!” Debra clutches her pearls. “This is serious. I will not allow you to endanger how far your father and I have come.”
“I’m also serious, Mom. If you see it as a problem, prevent it beforehand or afterward with your media play. Otherwise, I don’t give a fuck. Gwyneth is old enough to make her own decisions and neither you nor anyone else has a say in it.”
Debra twists her lips.
Me, however? I want to hug him, but I can’t, because he’s an asshole and I can’t have feelings for him.
Because even though he’s standing up for me, he’s doing it in a way a guardian would. In a way where I’m just under his care.
Where Idependon him.
“I don’t approve of this, and neither does Brian,” Debra announces. “You need to divorce her.”
“With all due respect, I couldn’t give a fuck about what either of you think.”
“Nathaniel! How dare you speak to me in that tone?”
I sense it then, the hardening of his walls. They’re turning into pure metal with each second and I want to stand and check on him, make sure he’s okay, but his demeanor stops me. This Nate is kind of scary, and it’s not the type of fear I’d jump straight toward. This type is darker and causes my spine to jerk into a line.
“Leave, Mom,” he grinds out through his teeth. “And don’t come back here again.”
“I’m not moving until you promise to do the right thing.”
“The right thing? What’s that, Mom? Is it throwing me at the staff to raise me? Or maybe it’s trying every trick under the sun to get rid of me when you were pregnant with me. You even took the very drugs you look down your nose on, right? But I was stubborn and insolent enough to come to life. So you decided neglect was the next thing you’d use to kill me. Nick was already there, so my presence wasn’t needed, but I lived and he fucking died and that’s not the right thing. It should’ve been the other way around. I should’ve been in that crash. Isn’t that what you told Dad back then? Why did Nicholas die? Why not Nathaniel? Why did it have to be Nicholas?”
Slap.
The sound reverberates in the kitchen after Debra slaps Nate on the cheek.
I lose it then. Because the fire is burning me now. The thought that his parents treated him this way makes me stabby on his behalf and I want Debra gone. I want her to stop hardening his walls and turning him into a stone.
Even though his words were calm, I can sense the frosty coldness behind them. I can taste it on my tongue, and it stings.
So I practically jump from my seat and step in front of him, facing her. “Get out of our house.Now.”
“You, shut up.”
“No,youshut up. And get out before I call the police to arrest you for trespassing. I don’t remember inviting you in. And believe me, a trespassing charge won’t look good in the press.”
