"I had it all figured out," he stammered. "Once Eva gives birth, we'll legally adopt the child under your name. Even without bearing children, you'd still keep your standing in the Black family..."
Watching him squirm with excuses made my blood boil. My hand flew up and cracked across his cheek. Thwack!
"Shut your mouth!" I spat. "Damian, you're the most two-faced bastard I've ever met! Even if you believed Eva saved you, there were a thousand better ways to repay her than grinding my Bennett Family into the dirt!"
"From beginning to end, the Bennett Family owes you nothing!"
If not for my father finding Damian, taking pity on that starving boy, bringing him home, raising him as our own, even reuniting him with his birth family, he'd have died a dozen times over by now. And our reward?
