Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 100818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Regardless of how I wanted to protest, I knew he was right. They treated us equally. A fair dose of shit for us both.
Still, for some reason, I thought today would be different. I had this false belief my father would come through today on my eighteenth birthday. That he’d leave the sanctity of his office and make an appearance.
I was wrong.
So painfully wrong.
“I know you want out.” Archie sidled closer. “You’ll be able to leave soon.”
His voice cut through my inner rambling, and I looked up at him, up into his big eyes that were filled with hope and jealousy all mixed into one. We always spoke of this day, when we were legal and what would happen.
“Technically, I can go, but the question is will he let me,” I muttered under my breath.
“Can he stop you?”
“Yes.”
“Mom wouldn’t want you to go.”
I gave him a look he deserved. He gave me a knowing nod of agreement back, confirming what we both knew. She’d hardly notice.
This cage was not just fortified with towering walls, my parents also etched it in fear. Fear of the unknown, of the world outside my bubble.
Someone must have known why we were forced to live like this.
A grandparent, maybe? An aunt or uncle? Someone held the answers, and the knot twisting in my stomach demanded I find them.
I walked away.
From behind me, I heard his question. “Where are you going?”
I didn’t answer. Refused to have him stop me.
If Dad wasn’t coming out here, I’d go to him.
Walking through the throngs of people without slowing my pace, I headed inside. With each stride more resolute, I would ask him why he didn’t think me important enough to show up.
I pushed down the butterflies swarming in my belly.
The closer I got, the worse it felt, as if they were frantically flapping their wings in a panic, trying to dissuade me. Terrified I’d pass out from nerves, I turned the corner and faced that sprawling hallway and saw the open door to his office.
He was standing there.
Imposing.
Leaning on the doorjamb, he was seemingly deep in thought. Half in his office, half out, as though unsure.
And he was never unsure.
Larger than life, his shoulders filled the space, his eyes dark with an intensity that shook everyone they fell upon—as though looks really could kill.
His mind clearly on anything other than the celebrations outside.
Our gazes caught, and his eyes narrowed in displeasure. I opened my mouth to speak, to say something that would garner his affection and remind him what today was, but before my words came spilling out, he gave me a look that rocked me to the core. It looked a lot like disappointment.
He shut the door—shutting me out, leaving me standing in the hallway.
Cassius
Sofia was the only good thing left in this world, and seeing her free of worry was like breathing in the freshest air for the first time in decades. It was everything.
She was everything.
Beneath the archway of freshly plucked flowers, I watched my sister have the first dance with her new husband, Jake Powel.
I wasn’t the only one either.
Hundreds of guests sat at the surrounding tables, and they were equally enamored by them.
Normally, I wasn’t much for details, but even I could see the beauty around me.
The cream-and-silver-themed décor was an understated touch, but it reflected my sister’s personality to perfection. She’d never gone for showy. Sofia was as humble as she was beautiful.
And tonight, she looked stunning in her wedding gown. She hadn’t wanted to spend a fortune, but when she saw the Tom Ford gown, the smile that spread across her face was enough for me to hand her my black card and demand she buy it.
She’d gushed that it was made from the finest lace, but as an older brother, all I saw was a plunging V-neckline. One that my mother would have loved, but my father would have raised his eyebrow at.
Regardless of my protective nature, she looked gorgeous, and seeing her dance was enough to make me form a real and genuine smile.
She could have asked for extinct animals to be reanimated for today, and I would have done everything in my power to make it a reality. I only wished Mom could’ve been here. Instead of me walking Sofia down the aisle, it should have been Dad.
Mom had asked me to promise to look after her, and after all these years, I could honestly say I had done just that.
I loosened my tie. I preferred jeans and T-shirts to this black tuxedo. Predictably, I had gotten wary looks from some guests who’d caught my tattoos. The ones that showed on my hands and fingers.
Good thing I didn’t give a fuck about other people’s opinions.
I was too busy ensuring my father’s empire continued to thrive.
Wealth also gave me the resources to protect her—protect this newly married couple and any children they might have.