ADRIAN
The discoveries I made about my family were nothing short of catastrophic.
Learning that the man I had called father all my life was, in fact, a lie, and that my mother, my mother had been the architect of it all, was enough to crack the cold shell I’d built around myself.
I had always known she loved money more than she ever loved me. But this? This was a betrayal that couldn’t go unanswered.
I went there to end her.
I held the gun steady, aimed it at her trembling form, and pulled the trigger deliberately missing. Letting her live was the punishment.
I didn’t need to kill her. The waiting, the uncertainty, the fear of not knowing when or how I would return for her, that was the real sentence. Driving her to the edge would be far more satisfying than putting a bullet betwe
