Tia
“Your report,” Father said, discarding his work and leaning into his office chair as soon as I stepped in.
He had called me while I was at the cabin with Owen and Vanessa. And before they could notice, I had quickly excused myself. I knew if they got even a whiff of my father’s influence in my plans, Ryan would send my dead body back to my father’s estate without blinking. I had to stay discreet, especially since I wasn’t exactly sure if I was working with or against them.
Every passing minute, father’s forced mission took a toll on my sanity mentally. The deceit, the lies, the endless facades, I hated it all. But every time I remembered the control he had over me, how tightly he held my whole life in the palm of his hands, and how quickly he could silence me, my protest died on my
