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So why does it now feel like it’s coming back in bucketfuls?
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A couplemore days pass and King avoids me like a disease. He doesn’t look at me or speak to me. If I’m sitting with Dax and Rori, he leaves the room, and I don’t know what I did to deserve this treatment, but I’m over it.
King Rhivers has always been a master at manipulation and I’m just a naive little girl for falling into his trap more than once.
But no more. Send me back to that god-forsaken prison. Hell, send me back to my father for all I care, but I will not stand to be under his roof like this any longer.
I make my way through the ridiculously big mansion and find myself ready to burst into King’s office, when I hear his raised voice coming from the other side of the door.
“I swear to fucking God, Harlow,” he shouts and I flinch slightly, wondering if for a second he knows I’m here, but he shouts again. “Where did the fucking money come from?”
He must be on the phone to my father and I hesitate, deciding on whether to eavesdrop on King’s side of the phone call.
My mother’s warning suddenly rings through my ears and it’s deafening.
“Never eavesdrop on a conversation not meant for you to hear, my darling. There will always be consequences.”
But even with her words floating around my head, I can’t pull myself away from the door, consequences be damned.
After a short silence, King speaks again, no longer shouting but spitting out his words with pure hatred.
“I told you, Harlow, she’s mine. I don’t give a fuck what you or anyone says. I will do what I please with her.”
An involuntary shiver runs through my spine. He’s said this before, but it was full of lust and admiration. Now it’s full of possession.
“The next time you send another hitman to murder her, I will murder you, do you understand? Theodora Harlow will die at my hands when I’m done with her, not yours or anyone you pay. My hands.”
I jump as a bang sounds from the other side of the door and a loudfuckis shouted through the air.
Shock paralyses me to the spot as his words play over in my head.
“Theodora Harlow will die at my hands when I’m done with her.”
Is this why he’s been avoiding me the past couple of days? Is this why he brought me here in the first place? Fucked with my feelings to make it easier for him to murder me?
He also insinuated that the cellmate who tried to kill me was instigated by my father.
Oh fuck. I can’t breathe.
Dax walks out into the hallway and halts, his eyebrows drawn in worry as he looks at me.
“Theo, what’s wrong?”
My eyes find his and they widen. Does Dax know? Is he in on it too?
I stumble backwards a few steps, mumble out a quick, “Nothing,” and run. I don’t stop until I reach my room and lock myself in.
The past few weeks come crashing down over me in a dark cloud. He’s used me and made me fall for him before he fucking kills me.
After all, I killed his father. Why would little Theodora Harlow be anything to him?
I need to get out of here.
Now.
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