Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 163475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 817(@200wpm)___ 654(@250wpm)___ 545(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 817(@200wpm)___ 654(@250wpm)___ 545(@300wpm)
Drop off of the ransom money is apparently anytime now, and I’m waiting for Sebastian to arrive. I don’t think I’ve ever been so fucking furious in my entire life.
Why didn’t he tell me?
The elevator dings, and I lean back against the wall. Sebastian walks out with a duffle bag, and my eyes glow red.
You are so dead.
He walks to the door and knocks. I begin to creep up behind him. The door opens, and Helena stands before him.
“Have you got the money?” she asks.
“Oh, he’s got the fucking money, all right,” I snap.
They both turn toward me, shocked.
I push past them both into the room. Helena tilts her chin, but Sebastian looks like he’s seen a ghost.
“Give me the money and get out,” Helena says.
“He’s not giving you a single fucking penny!” I snap. I glare at Sebastian, and he rolls his lips.
“She’s got footage,” Sebastian replies.
“Ha.” I huff. “She hasn’t got shit.”
“Yes, I have. I’m going to the press. Now get out.” She tries to snatch the bag from him.
“Do not give her that fucking bag!” I yell. “She’s lying.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I have the footage,” I snap. “I’m the one who hacked the system. I wiped all the footage of the two of us months ago, so you can go to Hell, you scheming fucking bitch.”
Sebastian and Helena’s eyes widen.
“You hacked the system?” Sebastian whispers, shocked.
“Of course, I did. I wiped everything with you on it.” I snap, adrenaline is coursing through my body. “There was one image that was encrypted that I couldn’t get, but it had nothing about the club on it. That’s the only picture she’s got.”
Sebastian gasps. “It was you?”
“Call the police,” I demand.
Helena’s face falls.
Sebastian’s eyes are wide as he looks between the two of us.
“Call the fucking police!” I scream at him.
He takes out his phone.
“Did you tell her?” Helena asks him in an eerily calm voice.
He frowns.
“Did you tell her about our night together, Sebastian?” She turns to me. “Do you know?”
Uneasiness falls over me. “What are you talking about?”
“Sebastian called me from Bath a few months ago. Said that he was moving forward with you and he wanted to say goodbye to me properly. Begged me to come see him. He wanted to make love to me one last time…the way I needed it. We never got that last goodbye and it was something he always regretted.”
“I did not,” he scoffs.
“What story did you go with, Seb?” She asks softly. “Did you tell her you were drugged? Or did you go with the fell asleep excuse? We couldn’t decide on the night.”
We never got that last goodbye and it was something he always regretted.”
What….
My heart begins to hammer in my ears.
“You, stupid girl.” She sneers. “You think you have this all sewn up, don’t you? You think you have everything sorted.”
I stare at her, contempt dripping from my every pore.
“Well, guess what, April?” She smiles sweetly. “I have the one thing that you don’t.”
I glare at her.
“I have his baby.” She turns to Sebastian. “I’m fourteen weeks pregnant with your child.”
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April
Sebastian’s face falls, and he steps back as though hit with a physical blow.
“Oh, please.” I scoff, “Is that the best you’ve got?” I roll my eyes, disgusted. “You’re a fucking insult to my intelligence.”
She smiles. “Am I? Or is it you who’s the stupid one?”
“Do you really think that we’re that gullible to believe anything that comes out of your lying mouth?”
I glance over at Sebastian. He’s staring at her, rendered speechless.
“Give me the money and I’ll disappear; you have my promise,” Helena replies.
The hide of this woman.
I step toward her, fury raging through my blood like never before. “And, I have a promise for you, Helena,” I whisper. “Actually, I have two. One, you will never get another single cent from my husband. And two, you picked the wrong damn woman to mess with. I will not stand for one more single minute of your fucking shit, so get out my face before I put you behind bars.” I lose the last of my patience. “Do you understand me?”
Sebastian’s chest is rising and falling, his fists clenched at his sides.
I turn toward the door. Sebastian is still frozen on the spot.
What the hell is he doing?
“Sebastian!” I bark. His eyes come to me as if snapped out of a trance.
“Yes?” he says.
“Sebastian, don’t be a fool,” Helena replies. “You know what’s going to happen if you don’t leave that bag here.”
Sebastian’s eyes hold mine, and I raise my eyebrow.
Don’t even think about it, fucker.
He storms toward the door, bag in hand, and he marches out into the hall.
We walk down and get into the elevator in silence. The doors close behind us, and I take out my phone to call Bart. He answers on the first ring.