Page 69 of The Recluse Heir


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“Please,” I bit out.

“I said I’d think about it, but in the meantime, I better not catch you doing anything stupid,” he warned as we pulled up on my street.

“I swear, I’ll be good, Simu,” I promised.

Peering upat my family’s house, I braced myself. I’d failed them, and my stomach cramped at the thought of what would happen to Cristo. Now the only thing I had up my sleeve was the lying son of a bitch beside me.

Gazing out at my family’s home, I’d never felt lonelier. These had once been my people. What happened today changed that forever. I could no longer put my faith in them and my broken heart was tethered to another. Even knowing he hated me didn’t stop the excruciating ache in my chest. How was I going to survive my constant scratchy, tight throat, my burning eyes, and the gaping hole in my heart? How?

I sucked in a rattling breath and let out a cry. Pressing my lips together, I flew out of the car and ran up the flight of stairs. Once inside, I fled up to my room, locked the door, and threw myself on my bed. Sobs racked my body as I buried my face and wailed into the pillow. Fully dressed, I crawled under the blanket and curled into the fetal position. Agonizing pain slashed through me like a rampaging beast.

Everything was so unfair.

So wrong.

And I had no one to blame but myself.

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