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Besides, Randolph was paranoid when it came to Sophia. He wouldn’t have let her close enough to get anything in him.
Still, she was hiding something. Could she know who killed Randolph and was protecting them?
Was that the reason she refused to tell me the truth? Or maybe she had killed him, and I was just fooling myself believing in her. After all, she was one of the most resourceful people I knew.
At that moment, Sophia’s eyes lifted to mine. A rage like nothing I’d ever seen filled them, and she directed all of it at me.
Tears appeared for the briefest of moments, and then she schooled them away. Now, mixed with the anger facing me was hurt and pain.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I messed up more than I ever could possible with her.
I’d doubted her, just like everyone else in her life had. But what else could I do with all the secrets she kept from me?
She turned her attention away from me, focusing back on Henrietta and Rico. I reached for her, wanting to hold her back, just in case she decided to punch someone. I couldn’t tell what she would do in this mood.
However, the glare she shot me told me to stay still.
“You need to get your facts straight before spreading rumors and lies loud enough for everyone around us to hear.” She cocked a hand on her hip. “I never uttered a word of that statement. I wasn’t even at the party where this statement came into being.”
“Then who put it out there?” Rico challenged.
“Farah Lance. You know, the supermodel? We are known for our escapades together. I’m sure you’ve seen the tabloids.”
Henrietta laughed and then asked as if Sophia had just lied, “Why would she do that to you?”
“Because I refused to attend a party where the recently departed jackass was on the guest list. It was well known in the industry he enjoyed making me feel uncomfortable whenever he saw me.”
She scanned the room.
“If you don’t believe me, ask half the people in this room. Also, the same people around you are the ones to tell me all about the scene Farah made for standing her up. I believe she said something along the lines of me ditching her to take care of Morelli business and that my preferred method was the use of poison.” Sophia tucked her hair behind her ear and stepped back. “Henrietta, Rico. I can’t say it was good to meet you. You’ve made a terrible first impression. I hope we never see each other again.”
Sophia turned and shot me a pointed glare. “I am going to find my way home. Don’t follow me. I don’t need or want you.”
“Sophia, I’m—” She shoved my hand away and pushed past me, leaving me behind.
Chapter Eleven
Sophia
Pain seared through my chest as I descended the step to the bottom level of the club.
It took every ounce of my will to keep my face and posture void of emotion. The small break in my composure I gave to that bitch was as much of an insight into my life as I would let any gossipmongers in the fashion industry get.
I refused to let anyone see how tired I was from constantly having to defend myself.
No matter what I did, the results were the same—I was alone.
Bile bubbled up into my throat as I recalled how Damon’s body had gone rigid when that bitch asked about the poison.
Instead of questioning Henrietta’s motives, he’d taken her words and considered the plausibility of whether or not I committed Keith’s murder.
Maybe I was expecting too much from him. Yes, I was keeping secrets, but love meant accepting the other without knowing all of the truth.
He was supposed to be the one person who believed in me when no one else would.
If I was his, wasn’t that part of the deal?
