My father sold me. Of all the things Enzo listed, the only one that makes sense is he did it to toughen me up. To prepare me for what is about to come in these games. That’s why I was never raped on that yacht. He couldn’t bring himself to order those men to rape me, only break me. Push me to my limit.
It makes sense.
I turn back to Enzo who looks like he’s about to be sick. When I’m the one who should be feeling this way.
“What else?” I ask.
He won’t look at me. He’s told two truths, which meant he was saving the worst truth for the end. What truth could be worse than my father sold me?
“Enzo, what was your third truth?”
“I’m so sorry. I thought you had betrayed me, hurt me. I thought you willingly fucked Milo. I thought you gave him the ring to hurt me. It killed me to think you were willing to fuck Milo to win a stupid game. It broke my damn heart.”
“I didn’t though.” And Enzo can’t have feelings for me. It’s not possible. I’m just a possession to him. Not someone who could hurt him.
“I did.”
I frown. “You did what? You fucked Liesel?”
He shakes his head, and I can breathe again. For some reason that would hurt me. Him fucking another woman would kill me as badly as my father’s betrayal.
“Then what?”
“I sold you.”
“But you just said…”
“I didn’t sell you before. But I sold you now, to Milo. He’s coming in an hour, and I’m not sure I can stop him.”
The End