“Ethan is my son.”
Rygan felt the goosebumps on his skin rise the moment he realized what Kyren was talking about; his body had never felt so heavy, and his tongue felt too numb to mutter any words till now.
“Ethan is mine,” he said again, and Elise stiffened in his realization. She dared not turn around and look at him; she couldn’t move and couldn't breathe.
*I’ll f*****g kill you*, she warns Kyren, who raised his hands in mocking defeat.
“Do not blame me, dearest; I never told him; he found out on his own; I just wanted to prove my innocence on the whole matter, but you know by my mark you are still mine.”
The words died down on his lips when his gaze finally moved to Elise's exposed hand. There was no mark; it was gone!
Her gaze turned cruel as ice as she moved her hair from her
