32
HADLEY
“Are you calmed down yet?” Tristan asked as he entered his room.
Fighting him was no use. I’d either find myself drugged or beaten, and there was no way I could help my father in that state. “Go to hell. I don’t even know who you are anymore.”
Grabbing my arm, he turned me around and pulled me to him. I used to love looking at his hazel eyes, but now they made me sick. “There are some things you need to know before I take you to Ireland. One, you’re mine. Listen to me and do as I say, and I will give you everything you’d ever want. You’ll learn to love me.”
I scoffed. “You expect me to love you after taking everything away from me? Have you lost your mind?”
“Let’s get something straight, love. Your father took everything away from you. It was his decision to fake your death
