Page 100 of Sweetest Revenge

That money could have solved all our problems before they even started.

I wouldn’t have had to work so hard. Wouldn’t have a lien on the house.

Wouldn’t have had to sell my body at that goddamn auction.

I had willingly opened my legs for him. Begged for him. And somehow… I didn’t regret it.

Tears welled up in my eyes again.

And you and I both know there’s more here than the contract.

He tried to say it at the end. To tell me that this thing that was happening between us was more, but I wouldn’t hear any of it. In fact, I threw it all in his face because I was hurt.

It wasn’t just sex between us. It wasn’t just a fucking contract.

He meant something to me. So much more than he should.

I am in love with Warren King.

Maybe from the very first moment I saw him at my father’s company. Maybe I forgot about it in my quest for revenge.

But there was no denying it. Not anymore.

When my phone buzzed, I picked it up, thinking it could be the hospital, but when I saw the notification, my heart dropped.

Bank transfer notice: $2,000,000.00 to account ending in…

My mind couldn't compute the number on my screen. And then, all at once, more sobs broke from my chest, jolting both Piper and Violet awake.

They scrambled to see what had happened, but when I showed them my phone, they went silent.

“Did your pussy brainwash him or something?” Piper asked.

“Nah, he’s in love,” Violet replied. “The look he gave you makes perfect sense to me now.”

“Warren King doesn’t know how to love,” Piper shot back, but she was wrong.

I knew she was wrong. And I wish I had listened to what he tried to tell me back at his house instead of fucking all this up so badly.

And even though I hurt him, he was still trying to take care of me. Even now. Even back then when I hadn’t known…

Fuck.

“Addi…”

Piper’s hand was warm on my back as she rubbed slow circles over it.

My resolve hardened.

“I need your help,” I said, looking up at her. “I don’t have the connections I used to, but I need information.”

“Tell me what you want to know,” she said.

I swallowed thickly.

There is no going back after this, but I don’t care.

“There was something Warren left out of his reports about my father, and I need to know more about it.”

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