Page 150 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
His gaze flicks to his daughter, "It's not how it sounds."
"Oh?" The blood thunders at my temple. "Are you denying what you did."
He tips his chin up, drags his fingers through his hair. His fingers tremble. "It's true that I delivered you to the Mafia."
I fold my fingers into fists, "As you did the rest of the Seven?"
He furrows his brow. "I wasn't responsible for any other children. The Mafia must have put others up to that." He raises his hands. "I swear. After taking you, I knew I couldn’t do that again. That’s when I faked my death."
Anger explodes behind my eyes; my vision tunnels.
"Why me?" I growl. "I was the sole scholarship kid in that school. My parents had no money, let alone the kind of old wealth that the rest of the Seven did."
"It was a mistake. Last-minute change of plans. The child they had set their eyes on didn’t come to school that day. You walked out instead." He raises his shoulders. "I was desperate; you fit the bill."
"Wrong place, wrong time, huh?"
His lips twist. "You could say that."
There’s a sharp inhalation from my wife.
"You were unlucky, Sinclair." He waves a hand at his surroundings, "But look what it did to you."
"The fuck you mean?" The blood drums at my temples with such intensity that the edges of my vision go dark.
"Clearly, it gave you the motivation you needed to lift yourself to the very top."
"Are you actually trying to take credit for my success? It drove my parents to an early grave, you dumb fuck. My entire life changed in an instant." A trembling stumbles up my spine. I grip my fingers at my sides. Take one step forward, then another.
"Sinclair." My wife’s voice follows me
I reach him, grab his collar.
"Sin." She grips my collar, "Don’t."
"Do it." Adam smiles, then his lips pull down. "I deserve all of it."
I pull back my hand in a fist; my wife screams.
Adam crumples to the ground.
