DAMON
I knew I wasn't a good man. Growing up, I knew the world wasn't made of black and white. If it was, I would have been able to pull all these pieces together sooner.
Known she was related to Ronald all this while.
Figured out that Janet all along was Ronald's daughter and this was deeper than I thought.
"You're not going to say anything?"
She asked. The ride back home was quiet. Things had gone exactly as I'd orchestrated—the auction, IT WENT SO WELL.
"I'm good, cupcake. Just trying to rest my head."
I said, and she smiled. I didn't want to blame her for not speaking. Annabel was a delicate person, soft and incredibly kind, and something in me told me that she was scared of me taking action. And f**k, I would take every necessary action that I needed to take. The Ronald situati
