Page 231 of Damaged Mogul
“You had your tech guys install tracking software on my phone without my knowledge?”
“Two years ago, after you called me on the landline from the Paris apartment to let me know you had dropped your phone in the Seine River by mistake, I became suspicious.When I sent you a new phone, I had a tracking device installed on it. Jean-Philippe’s wife’s waters burst at the opportune time. That baby saved your virginity.”
I’m shellshocked.
“I’ve been tapping into your conversations and text messages ever since?—”
“That’s a grotesque invasion of my privacy.”
He shrugs. “It was an insurance policy.”
This shows how little respect he has for me.
When douchebag Jean-Philippe texted me to have sex after his wife gave birth, I was so angry, I tossed my phone in the river afterI blocked his ass. I agreed to my father sending me a new one. I had no idea I was giving him a window into my life.
“Virginity is a commodity,” he says.
I flinch. “Excuse me?”
“You have more value to a man if he’s the one to take your virginity.”
My head just exploded.
“In regards to your marriage to Giuseppe, we might have to pretend you used to be an avid rider growing up?—”
I shoot to my feet. “We’re done with this conversation.”
Theside of his mouth quirks. “Are we?”
He’s amused?
Jerk.
He doesn’t appreciate being told whatto do, and certainly not by me.
I stick to my guns. “I don’t care if Gage Hollingsworth is in love with another woman.” That’s a blatant lie.I care. I fucking care.Tears of sorrow pool in my eyes, but I blink them away. “I’m not marrying Giuseppe.” I stab a finger on the table to drive my point.
“You aren’t giving the guy a chance. Let’s have lunch?—”
“I’m not having lunch with Giuseppe.”
His eyes widen. “Are you shouting at me?”
“Yes, I’m shouting!”
All I’ve ever wanted was my father’s acceptance, attention, and love. But now that he wants to sell me off like an asset for his financial gain, disregarding my views on the matter, I wish Mama hadn’t planned it so I’d end in this man’s care. In his eyes, I’ll never be good enough to deserve his love. I’m done keeping hope alive.
My father opens his mouth to speak, but I lift a hand. “Forget about me attending film school in New York or anywhere else on the planet. I don’t want to run a PR firm.” I’m riled up. “I don’t want to have anything to do with Chandler’s career.”
“You don’t get a say in the matter?—”
“I’m done with you being my fucking puppet master.”
My father’s head jerks back.
Yeah, I’m unleashed.I point a finger at him. “I shouldn’t have to bend backwards for you to love me. You’ve had eight years to accept me.” My voice cracks.Why is my heart not immune to the way he treats me?
“Lily—”
