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Antonio shoots a glare in my direction as Aurora rushes to my side. When the men walk toward the back of the mansion, she asks, “Are you okay?”
I still haven’t told anyone but Nikolai about the rape. Alek only knows because he was there.
I give her a trembling smile. “I’m just grossed out by Antonio.”
My mother comes down the stairs, dressed in black, as if she’s attending a funeral.
It’s fitting if you ask me.
She waves a servant closer, then demands, “Open a bottle of champagne and bring me a glass.”
The servant scurries off to carry out the order while my mother walks toward us.
I watch as she and Aurora greet each other, then her eyes sweep over me. “Good choice. Antonio will like the cleavage and leg you’re showing.”
Disgust wells in my chest. “Wow, that’s real classy, Mother.”
She takes the glass of champagne from the server, then chuckles, “The sooner you learn a man is only interested in what’s between your legs, the better.”
Holy shit, she did not just say that to me.
I gape at the woman who gave birth to me and ask, “Do you love me at all?”
She starts to saunter toward the back of the mansion, muttering, “Love isn’t a luxury people like us can afford.”
“Wow,” Aurora mutters. “That was harsh.”
She rubs a comforting hand up and down my back.
Misha joins us, then he says, “Can I borrow Aurora for a second?”
“Oh…okay,” I reply. “Meet me out back. My father will shit himself if I don’t join them.”
Misha takes hold of Aurora’s hand and leads her to the kitchen.
Letting out a sigh, I head back to the garden again.
Chapter 38
Nikolai
Stalking into my parents' house with Dad right behind me, I mutter, “I’m fucking going to kill everyone.”
“You can’t,” Dad reminds me.
“How did the run go?” Mom asks as she comes out of the kitchen.
“Good. The diamonds are high quality,” Dad answers.
Mom’s eyes lock on my face, “What’s wrong?”
“Abigail’s father removed her from St. Monarch’s. He’s arranging a marriage for her with Antonio Vittori,” I growl, barely able to say the words out loud.
A dark frown forms on Mom’s face as she gasps, “What the hell?”
We all move to the living room, where Mom and Dad take a seat. I start pacing, unable to sit with the pent-up energy rushing through me.
“I’ve spoken with Viktor,” I inform Mom. “He asked that I try not to shed blood because it will cost him the money he makes off them.”
