Alex's POV:
I waited to hear the condition that he was about to spill out from his mouth. But he kept on looking at me for a moment that felt to me to be an eternity.
It was nerve-wracking and frankly annoying, especially when he added to it, a smile. It felt like he derived pleasure from seeing me in distress.
I thought of Owen and Richard. They had placed so much trust in me that if they found out my dad was the one who killed their father and somehow I was covering for him, it would break them.
How did I even find myself in these situations? There was no one I could talk to about it, to ask for advice. It was a very delicate matter, not one I could just tell anyone, or sweep under the carpet, especially now that I was being blackmailed by none other than my ex-boyfriend.
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