Julia’s POV
“Coward!” My father’s fists connected with Jake’s face, giving him a resounding slap that reverberated around the living room. “You can’t be my son!”
A smirk played on my lips when I saw my father hit his golden new son. It took Jake three days to finally make an appearance and when he finally did, he tried to sneak into the manor at the stroke of midnight when Dad and I caught him.
I stared at the man who had been my brother for a mere two weeks. He was wearing a hoodie that covered his rough mane and his eyes were red. The usual Jake was always dripping with faux glamour but not today, he looked like a mess.
It has been two weeks of hell. Jake’s return was everything I dreaded. The press had been relentless, the FBI hounding, and the guests terrified. And now, my father
