“Right,” one of them agreed. “At least, every time Victor makes your family have a hard time, you have a way to silence them.”
“No, I won’t wait that long. In just a week, at the Moreau Group’s Anniversary, I’ll reveal to the world that their beloved daughter is nothing more than a slave to desire,” Raphael sneered, a smirk curling on his lips.
“Damn you,” one of his friends cursed. “So, this is a gift for your grand debut as the Moreau family’s first successor? You’re ruthless.”
My breath hitched, and I slapped my hand over my mouth, stifling the choked sob that clawed its way up my throat.
It turned out Raphael had been planning to use me to destroy my family’s reputation.
Every smile, every touch, every whispered promise of love had been nothing but a carefully constructed illusion.
I stumbled back into his bedroom, slamming the door shut behind me.
How could I have been so stupid and utterly blind all the time?
I had given him my trust, believing that what we had was real. But it was nothing more than a cruel, twisted lie.
Still, I refused to crumble. Swallowing my sorrow, I steadied myself and fought back.