Page 171 of His White Moonlight
“Ready?”Bennett asked.
I nodded.He got out and held out his hand to me.Accepting his help, I stood, enjoying the feel of the pantsuit I wore.The shoes were sensible in that they were flat, not in what they’d cost.
After being discharged, Bennett had taken me shopping.I dripped with money from the earrings in my ears to the silk blouse I wore.Every piece had been carefully selected with the sole purpose of showing my place at his side.And without understanding his plan, I would have never agreed.
Today, we blatantly show her that you can take what she wants.That you have more power than she does.It’ll make her fall more bitter.
I met Bennett’s gaze and smiled as he dropped my hand.
“You make my knees weak when you do that,” he said quietly.
“You’re ridiculous.Stay focused.”
He sighed and turned his back on me.I followed with my head tipped down in subjection…or remorse.It depended on what anyone watching wanted to believe.
Someone opened the door as we approached and invited Bennett in.I trailed behind him until we reached the sitting room, and he stopped.
“Mr.Wulf, welcome,” a man said.“Please, take a seat.”
“Thank you.”
Bennett sat in a chair.I stood beside him.Close, like I’d promised.
Lindi’s parents sat on the sofa, and Lindi took the chair nearest Bennett’s, on the other side of me.
“Lindi filled us in a little about what happened last night.If you’re here to discuss confidentiality, I assure you that we have no intention of speaking publicly about what transpired.This is the girl, I presume.”
I lifted my head and met Lindi’s father's judgmental gaze as Bennett introduced me.
“This is Wrenly Belak, my fiancée.”
Lindi and her parents looked equally shocked.
“You mean ex-fiancée?”Lindi asked.
“Fiancée.And I’m not here to suppress what happened last night.I’d prefer to expose it, but Wrenly suggested I speak to you about your daughter’s part in drugging her last night first.
“The waiter who delivered the wine and the rapist your daughter hired already confessed.We have the transfer records from her decoy company’s account to theirs as well as a recording of your daughter’s instructions.Her intent to harm my fiancée is inarguably clear.However, we both know your lawyers will have her sentence reduced to a large fine and minimal jail time, at most.Rather than add to the workload of our lawyers, I thought we could settle this outside of court.”
Her father’s face had gone from pale to slowly red.Her mother kept glancing at Lindi.Lindi was the perfect model of innocent shock.
“Transfer records?Recording?Why would I want to harm Wrenly?”
I stopped my docile act and set my hand on Bennett’s shoulder.
“Because I have what you want.Power.Money.Respect.”
Lindi scoffed.“Respect?After the way you’ve thrown yourself at men?Please, we both know what you are.”
“My fiancée,” Bennett said again.“And my futurewifehas told me all about her time at school with you, Lindi—years of being chased, cut, burned, held down…suffocated.”
Shock rippled through me, hearing my own words.
“Tell me you had nothing to do with any of that,” he said.
“Of course I didn’t.”
He leaned forward suddenly.
