THIRD PERSON’S POV.
"You can't threaten me." Nathalie's voice shook.
Arthur Harrington took a menacing step forward. "Try me, Nathalie. I know every detail of your miserable little life. Watch how far I'll go to destroy it."
Tears threatened to spill from Nathalie's eyes, but she refused to let them fall, not in front of the man standing there dismantling everything she'd ever believed about her father.
"Stay away from my son. You daughter of a thief." He turned and walked out of her sight.
Nathalie stared at the space where he'd stood long after the door clicked shut, her chest tightening with every second. She couldn't process what she'd just heard about her father, couldn't reconcile it with the same man who'd praised her, gushed over her, only a day earlier.
Her hands covered her
