Gustave Mackenzie's POV
I couldn't stand her presence. So I left for Austin that night.
My private jet was already waiting for me on the tarmac. I called my father; I needed an excuse to escape.
"Dad, I'll travel first," I told him. "I'll get everything ready to receive you."
I was lying.
It was all to get away from that crazy woman who inhabited my family like a poisonous shadow.
I've stayed as far away from her as possible. And now, finally, I feel like I'm back in control.
One more week, I think. Just one more week and I'll be safe.
I'm grateful that the jet the others are traveling on belongs to my brother's father-in-law. I don't intend to share even the air with her.
When I land in Austin, I go straight to my apartment.
My bodyguards are already waiting for me.
