Revenge On My Murdering Ex; Fake Dating My Best Friend

Don's point of view "After everything I've taught you, you do this!" Father's voice echoed around the living room. It was just the two of us, all other staff dismissed. "I don't understand why I can't be with her." I was long past being afraid of him or holding back whenever he spoke to me. I was especially not going to hold back when he was saying I couldn't date the lady I loved with all of me. Dad paced about, his irritation stirring with every glance at me. "You can't understand? You're saying you can't understand?!" He looked like he was going to hit me but refrained. "What did she tell you about her family?" I deepened my brows. "Her family?" "Answer the damned question!" He hit the vase on the stool near him, sending it flying. "She said her father was into real estate till his company went bankrupt and now they have a little store." I relayed it, unsure why this information was relevant. "I don't know if I should be more pissed you let a girl just lie to you, or that you didn't think to fact-check her." He fell into the chair, fisting and unfisting his hands. "Lie to me?" I moved to stand in front of him, my jaw tightening. Dad doesn't just say things he wasn't sure about. How was Svetlana lying to me? "Yes, you stupid child!" He yelled. "Her father used to be my business associate, and not in construction." I took a step back. "He was in the…" "Yes." My father cut in before I could finish asking. My father, Christopher, ran one of the biggest construction agencies in America, but that wasn't the biggest empire he had built. He'd joined the cartel as a teenager and since then had risen to the top, becoming the Mafia boss and starting his own successful d**g-trafficking operation. If Svetlana's father wasn't a construction partner, then he was in the Mafia. "What? Why wouldn't she tell me that?" "Because she's as cunning as her father." He paused. "The man you have grown up hating. The man who took happiness away from you. The man who took your mother from you—" "No!" I yelled, not wanting to hear the rest. "Yes. He was the one. And his daughter has come to make a fool of you." "Ana wouldn't do that! She didn't know." I shook my head, trying to convince myself of what I was saying. "But she already did. If she didn't know, why did she tell you something so similar? Real estate, construction. Don't you see the pattern? She chose something that would still show her connection to the family." "She wouldn't!" His palm smacked my left cheek before I could even see his hand coming. "I'll let your misstep slide because you didn't know better, but now you have to make amends. Stop being a f*****g fool and prove your superiority." He made to leave, stopping at the door to glance back at me. "If you don't handle this seriously, I'll take it as you being unfit to rule, and ultimately take things into my own hands." He meant I'd lose my inheritance, and he'd kill Svetlana himself. I couldn't lose my inheritance. I had trained and worked my whole life for it. I had decided to give up college and everything else to take over the company when I graduated high school, and to start working at the cartel too. It was all I'd ever known and planned for. I couldn't lose it now. My frown deepened as I took another quick glance at my phone's lock screen, Ana's grin staring back at me while my head rested against her back. We had just come out publicly after years of dating, and it felt great, finally being able to love her out loud. But now I wasn't so sure I wanted to love her, or that I even knew her. How could she have done that to me? If she lied to me about her background, what else had she lied about? I picked up my car keys. I knew what needed to be done.