Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 108751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
That was a monster.
He must have been the charming man from the gala to my father. No way my father knew who the real Camden was and would expect me to marry him. He always wanted what was best for me. He and my mother promised.
He couldn’t know.
Well, he was going to find out.
Standing on shaky legs, I grabbed my purse and called for a car.
It was time I put an end to this once and for all.
Twelve
Vera
By the time I reached my father’s house, my legs were no less wobbly. But my spine hardened on the drive, adrenaline from the assault mixed with a burning righteousness. I would put an end to this. I’d tell my father about Camden being a monster in sheep’s clothing, and he’d end our arrangement.
I stormed inside the foyer, slamming the door so hard, the flowers on the round table shook in the middle of the entryway. A wide-eyed maid came around the corner, but I didn’t stop to explain. Instead, stomping down the hall to the office, where my father spent most evenings.
I could have laughed at the way he almost skidded out the door to his office, his glasses perched above shocked eyes, a stack of papers gripped in his fist. I could have if this day hadn’t already sapped all humor from me.
“Verana?”
“I can’t marry him. I can’t.”
He blinked a few times at my outburst, looking me up and down. I hadn’t checked myself in the mirror before I left, and I could only imagine what I looked like. Tear tracks down my cheeks, my hair tangled, and a mess from where Camden roughly shoved his fist into it. My clothes wrinkled from where I had momentarily collapsed on the floor. My eyes crazed with wild determination.
“What?” he asked once his jaw finally snapped shut, his eyes still concerned. “Bambina, what happened?”
Hearing him call me by the pet name my mother always called me, had me almost falling into his arms, begging him to make it all better, like I had when I was a little girl. But disgust over how I got here kept me standing with determination to stop this.
“Camden,” I sneered his name, throwing my arms wide. “I can’t marry him. I know you and Mama had a good marriage, and I know it can take time. I know you think you chose a good man for me, but Papa, he’s not a good man.”
I bit my lip to hold back the trembling my outburst caused.
He swallowed and looked me up and down like he was hesitant over his next words. “He will take care of you, Verana,” he said, but it lacked conviction.
“No. You’re not hearing me,” I pleaded. “He threatened me.”
Papa’s jaw clenched and the papers crinkled under his tightening grip. My father loved me—even if he’d struggled to show it after my mother died. He’d never tolerate anyone treating me poorly.
His whole body expanded and grew into the man who saved me from my nightmares. And then it deflated like I’d never seen before. The hurt written all over his face, the sorrow in his familiar dark eyes had me holding my breath. I waited anxiously for him to rage and take my side. I waited for him to angrily state how we were Marianos, and we were not disrespected.
But it never came.
Instead, a shutter came down on any familiar emotion, and he shook his head, waving the papers around like he was trying to shoo an annoying fly. “This is absurd.”
Did he not believe me? Something was off, and I wanted to ask him where the worry went, but my emotions ran too high. I had to make him hear me. “It’s not. I’m not making it up. H-He threatened me with…duties as his wife. Horrible things.” I couldn’t even bring myself to repeat what Camden promised to do.
My father stood tall and hard—this time missing all the knight in shining armor and leaving a statue I didn’t recognize. His face set in a scowl but determined. Alarms blared that it wasn’t determination to help me.
“Then be a good wife and do them,” he said, his voice rising.
“What?” I stumbled back, his words hitting me like a physical blow. “No. I can’t.”
“It’s not all about you, Verana.” Whatever calm he’d held on to snapped, and his lips curled in frustration, his fists tight at his side. “We all must make sacrifices. Now, I—I’m done with this discussion.”
My jaw dropped at his outburst, at his complete willingness to let this continue. I was his daughter—his little girl—his bambina. What the hell was going on?
I watched him turn and walk away, my vision blurring like it was all a dream. Surely, that had to be what this all was. Surely, the man walking away from me in my time of need wasn’t real.