SCARLETT
His eyes darted to mine, fear flickering in them like a dying candle. My pulse hammered against my ribs. This was it. This was the moment I would find out the truth. My father’s fate depended on his next words.
"Speak now," I said, my voice barely above a whisper but filled with fire. "Were you the one who framed my dad?"
Zayden's lips parted, but for a second, nothing came out. Then he shook his head, his brows knitting together. "How could you even think that, Scarlett? Your father and I built that company from the ground up. We were best friends! There’s no way I’d frame him for something like that."
I scoffed. "And yet, you’re the CEO now that he’s gone. Convenient, isn’t it?" My hands curled into fists at my sides, nails biting into my palm. "You keep saying you’re doing
