(Aaliyah’s POV)
My father had killed his grandfather.
Not only that, but he had done that right in front of Jaime.
Yeah right.
As if my father would ever do such a despicable thing.
I stared at Jaime in sheer disbelief at his audacity, my hands clenched into fists at my sides, my heart pumping hard in disappointment.
I had expected better from him—hoped for better.
But this?
This was low, even for him.
“So, this is what you’ve been reduced to?” My voice came out quieter than I intended, but the weight behind my words was unmistakable. “Manipulation? You really thought you could throw something like this in my face, and I’d just—what? Crumble? Turn my back on my family?”
Jaime’s expression didn’t change at first.
He just watched me, his dark eyes sharp and calculating, but
