Chapter 150: Chapter 150

DEMI

My phone has been ringing off the hook. I dry my eyes, turn it off and chuck it at the far end of the room. Someone raps softly on my door.

"Demi? Are you up?" My uncle asks.

I dry my eyes and pull my duvet over my head.

"No."

He opens the door and lets himself in. I feel the edge of my bed dip as his weight sinks into it. When he tries to pull the duvet off my head, I fight back to keep it on.

"You can’t hide in here forever."

"Watch me."

I’m going to rot in this room. It would be better than facing any of my ties back in Danvarr. I am mortified by how gullible I was. I am ashamed that my quest for revenge was never mine to begin with, but a small part of a major scheme. How did I never suspect Liam? How did he trick me for so long? I thought I was in control of the plan. I thought I was the star player in the game only to find out I was a pawn the whole time.

Just when I had come to my senses and wanted to call everything off, Liam and his accomplices already planned to heap hot coals of blame on me, blame I can’t defend myself from. He has recordings of all our conversation, pictures of our meetings. He could fabricate whatever crime he wanted and peg me as the culprit.

And Ashton? He would never believe me or forgive me. As much as his father deserves to go down, Ashton has shown remorse and willingness to change. I believe he deserves a second chance.

I wish I could somehow convince him that Liam set me up but it’s too late now. No one will buy that line, not with the overwhelming evidence stacked against me. Maybe I deserve to be framed as a punishment for the malice I bore in my heart for so long. This is my karma for not listening to my uncle, Mrs. Regan and everyone else who warned me along my journey to let bygones be bygones.

"Can you at least eat something? You haven’t had anything to eat or drink since you arrived last night."

"I’m not hungry, uncle Marcel. I just want to be left alone." Sniffling, I pull a pillow to my chest and hug it tightly.

"Demi, you can’t run away from your problems by staying cooped up in a room. You won’t even tell me what the matter is? You showed up at my home at midnight with a teary face and cried through the night. What’s really going on? Is this about the accusations of infidelity and your impending divorce?"

"I don’t want to talk about it..."

"You have to say something to me before my overthinking gets the better of me." He runs a hand over his face and stares intently at me for a few seconds. "I know you’re hurting but somehow, I have a hunch that the problem runs deeper than a marital spat."

"Please uncle, just stop."

He sighs heavily before leaving me. Alone, I cry even harder. By noon, my uncle returns with my lunch in a tray, only to find my breakfast untouched. My eyes are bloodshot now. He drops the food and attempts to apologize to me.

just so worried about

just need a day or two away from Danvarr to collect my thoughts

to

pull myself up, eyes wide with terror. "You what? Who did you call, uncle?" My eyes track to my phone on the side

"I just thought that..."

seeing Ashley’s name atop the log. "YOU

to find a close contact to call but once I turned your phone on, a call came through. I grew conflicted about taking your call so I didn’t pick up. However,

galloping in my chest.

get nosy under the guise of being worried? Aunt Elizabeth

and the half old. That’s

afraid of." Uncle says after he finds me freshened up and throwing my

had no idea what he was saying. While we get into a brief, heated exchange about our differing perspectives on the poor way each of us has handled my sudden appearance in his city, his doorbell rings. My neck whips in

Ashley is here already?

you back home if you’re not ready to go. He’s just here to speak

uncle’s house is very unfamiliar. "There are no bodyguards either." Though that shouldn’t surprise me as much, it still makes the hairs on my

fuck was at the

***

"I’ll get the door."

My fingers turn to ice glaciers as

"Demi?"

"Ashley?"

been? I’ve

curl in a sneer over his fake concern. How can he act like he’s bothered about me when he turned my life into an obstacle course by leaking mine and Liam’s photos to Billion-Err? He hasn’t

want?" I ask dryly, glancing towards the door.

"Where?"

"Here, at my..."

uncle calls loudly. "YOUR FRIEND, ANNA,

breath. How could Anna show up here? She doesn’t

talk." Ashley insists before I hang up on him. After a knock, my door swings

Ashley thought you’d feel

arms

into my ear. "Play along, Demi. You wouldn’t want to upset Liam,

you, Demi. How could you just up and leave without

me before shutting the door behind him. Cree takes a lazy tour of my room, running her fingers over polished surfaces with an uncertain look in

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