“You don’t need to pretend you give a shit about my sister with me, Angel.”
I blinked at the cruel words. “You can be very callous sometimes, West.”
He tilted his head at my words, a smile barely quirking the side of his mouth. “I’m starting to think you like that about me, Angel.”
Grayson came back into the ballroom. He didn’t see me. He looked like he was on a mission. I watched him as he grabbed his grandfather and took him just outside, as he’d taken me only moments before.
West dragged my gaze back. “I hope you’re not falling for the same trick, Angel.”
GRAY
* * *
“I’m leaving tonight.”
My grandfather exhaled. “How many times do we have to do this? It’s…getting repetitive.” I handed him the papers. “What is this?”
“It’s the copy of the postnup with both Lottie and my signatures, as well as a notarized statement from me that I was the one in that video. It’s now in West du Lac's inbox.”
He was silent.
Then he laughed. “I always thought I was the greedy one in the family, but look at you, Grayson, throwing your entire family to the wolves for your own happiness.”
I swallowed past the heartburn in my chest. “I gave you every opportunity to avoid this.”
It was one more broken promise. Story would forgive me.
Even if it took a decade.
She would.
“Your mother will be on the street. Your sister will lose everything she knows. Her fiancé. Her life. Her safety—oh, so a part of you does care.” He laughed at the look on my face.
“You left me no other choice! You could have let me leave, could have let me cancel my wedding. I gave you so many fucking chances. Whose greed put us here?”
“Everything I’ve ever done was for this family. I was going to make us untouchable.”
I clenched my jaw. “If it wasn’t for you, we wouldn’t need any of that!”
“I gave you the keys to a fucking kingdom.”
“You gave me a lock to a fucking jail.” I took a deep breath. “I know you’ve been working with Mom. With my wife and father-in-law. With damn near everyone.”
He tilted his head, smile growing. “Is that right?”
“You still lost. Enjoy poverty.”
I turned, searching for Story. We were getting out of this house. Tonight.
“What you want is impossible,” my grandfather said to my back. “All you’ve done is fuck us. All of us. She’ll never be safe. You don’t get to run away from power just because you decided you don’t want it.”
“I’m not running away,” I gritted.
The ballroom was plunged into darkness as a scream sounded.
“Lottie!”
Forty-Nine