Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
He leans down to place a kiss on the corner of my mouth, and I try to move away from him, but he doesn’t notice, or doesn’t care about my distress.
“Then you had to go and fuck Eros. I don’t blame you, not really. I was pissed, but I should have seen it coming. After all, you are just a woman and a slave to your emotions.” Paris moves over to the table. “You know, I even forgave you for that. I did.”
“How nice of you.” I start trying to twist my arms out of the ties holding my wrists together.
“It hurt me, but you forced me to release those photos. It would just be the scandal I needed to break the conditions of the will. You would go back to your own life, head hung in shame. Eventually, I would find you, broken and alone, unwanted and unloved. I would show you how merciful I can be and take you back. Where you would be grateful for my attention. With your money from your job, and your daddy added to the money I take from Perseus, I was going to refurbish my home and put you there so you could live with Mother. You would have been happy spending your days taking care of Mother and whatever children I gave you, and your nights would have been spent on your knees worshiping me like you were made for.”
I press my lips together as I try to keep my mouth shut. But he is making it so damn difficult. The audacity of this man. My god, how did he hide it so well before?
“Then you had to go be a stubborn little bitch and ruin that, too. You had to tell the entire world you are some kind of slut who is empowered to have whatever she wants. Even your mother knew when your father had her beat.”
“What are you talking about?” My father? What could Paris possibly know about him?
“Your mother wanted to leave him, but he wouldn’t let her embarrass him like that. He agreed to let her live out her days here, put away like the broken toy she was. Out of sight, hidden away in shame. Why do you think she was a recluse?”
“Paris…”
“It wasn’t even part of your father’s demands, it was all her idea. She knew her place.”
“So what is your plan now?” The twine is cutting harder into my skin, but I need to get free so I am rocking it back and forth, trying to loosen the binding. “Are you going to make me tell the world I was wrong, then put me away like a broken doll, too?”
“No, angel.” He grabs my chin, pinching it between two fingers. “You are not some broken doll. You are a rabid bitch, and as much as it pains me, the only thing to do with a rabid bitch is to put her down.”
“You are going to kill me?” I swallow back any fear I have. “You will never get away with it.”
“I already have. Your death will be ruled a suicide. Then Perseus will get the money. I will right all the wrongs that have been done to me and my family. Then I will talk to Perseus and be welcomed back into the group with open arms. It will be like you never existed. By that time Perseus and Heph will be together and happy with each other, fucking finally. And Eros would have already forgotten about you and on to his next conquest. Hell, by the end of the month, he might be four or five conquests beyond you.”
“No one will ever believe I killed myself.”
“Sure they will. Dumb slut sees what the world really thinks of her and follows the advice of Internet trolls and offs herself. I mean really the things some of these men are saying about you on the Internet are just horrible. Did you know you’re famous now? #TripleTeamTramp is trending.”
“So you are going to poison me? Or shoot me and hope that no one notices that I am tied to a chair, the marks on my wrists, the signs of struggle in my room.”
“Please give me some credit.” Paris deadpans before grabbing me by my hair again and kissing me. I try to turn away, but he holds my hair tighter and forces his tongue between my lips, so I bite him. He backhands me across the face hard enough to knock me and the chair over. “Stupid bitch.”
The taste of blood is on my tongue, and I’m not sure if it’s his from the bite or mine from the hit.
“You’re just leaving more evidence. If you kill me, they will find you.” My laugh is coming out a little manic. “You are going to spend the rest of your life as someone’s prison wife. Assuming the others let you live long enough to see a trial.”