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Her eyes go wide.

With only my phone for light, it’s hard to see her face clearly, but I can see the shock. She didn’t know.

Ever since I found out about Payton, I pondered her involvement in this mess. Wondered if she’d known about what my father had done to Ivy.

Did Dad tell her?

If he loved her so fucking much, if they were the family he chose, the one he really wanted to be with, did he protect them from the truth? From us.

Were we the other family? Or were Payton and Erin?

At this point, the answer wouldn’t do me any favors.

But it’s obvious right now she didn’t know about the Russians.

Good.

She should see the truth.

Feel it, too.

That’s what I want.

I want her to feel fear. Feel helpless.

To feel it, even if it’s a small sliver of what Ivy and I felt . . . Hopeless.

I can’t make him pay.

When I’m done with her, she will have assumed that emotional debt for him and her part in Ivy’s misery.

Even if I now know she didn’t know that he sold her to the Russians, I will make her life hell until I find the proof that she knew about us, and then I will take all the money away from her.

Are you watching this, Dad? The illusion you crafted is crumbling. Your favorite “daughter” is about to see you for who you are. This is just a taste of the ugly and cruel world you made me create from the broken pieces of your shattered dynasty.

After I burn his legacy to the ground and force her to realize the evil of the man Payton idolizes, leave her poor, then, and only then, will I walk away.

“I—” she starts, but I stop her.

“Don’t want to hear it, princess. Get out of my house. Go somewhere. I can’t stand to look at your face for another second.”

“I have no place to go . . . you took everything.”

“They were never yours to have.” I stalk toward her, enjoying the emptiness of this place. “And frankly, not my problem. Leave, Payton. But know this isn’t over.”

“I have nothing left for you to take.”

“That’s what you think. It wouldn’t be fun to just tell you my plan, now, would it?”

She doesn’t respond, and I’m happy about that.

Instead, she storms out of my house.

The house I bought just to fuck with her.

Mature? No.

Fun? Hell yeah.

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