Chapter 7

-Ava’s POV-

Tick Tock.

The rhythmic tick of the clock echoed louder in my head as I sat outside my father’s study. Each second felt like it was dragging me closer to my fate. My heart pounded harder with every passing moment, the fear twisting tighter in my chest.

Lucas Pierce, my father, would never hurt me physically.

But emotionally? His words cut deeper than any blade ever could

“Miss Ava, he is ready for you”

The low voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked up to see my father’s right–hand man, his face expressionless as ever. I gave him a tight, barely–there smile and stood, my legs feeling heavier with every step as I walked toward the door.

With a deep breath, I entered the study.

Before I could even shut the door behind me, his voice cut through the silence like a blade.

“What is the most important thing I’ve taught you, Ava?”

My body tensed immediately, freezing in place. I hadn’t even crossed the room yet, and the interrogation had already begun. I was wired to him in a way that was terrifying–my fear always led me straight to him

My eyes automatically found him standing by the window, his back turned to me. Even without looking at me, his presence, commanded every inch of the space.

He was immaculately dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, every detail sharp, as though the idea of even a wrinkle in his appearance was intolerable. For a man his age, he looked sophisticated–years of power etched into every line on his face.

He turned around, and instinctively, I took a step back..

His eyes–a piercing, icy blue, the most dominant color of mine whenever they didn’t swirl–narrowed as they locked onto me. His gaze had always been cold, calculating

“You know how much I dislike repeating myself

I swallowed hard. My mouth felt dry as I forced myself to respond.

“Perfection is the only way we exist,” I muttered, the words bitter on my tongue.

“Very good,” he said, his voice devoid of emotion as he moved to sit behind his massive mahogany desk. He sat with the same poised elegance as always, like nothing could ever make him lose control.

I stood frozen in place, my hands balled into fists at my sides.

“Now,” he continued,

“Why was I informed that my daughter not

publicly humiliated her husband?”

raced. I knew this was coming. It didn’t make it any easier to hear. The

time.

words spilling out before I could

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the room thickened, and I braced myself for

next.

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irrelevant now. You are going back to your jack, and you will issue a public apology. You will ask Dylan to take

I counted the seconds in my head, forcing

my voice steady despite the fear crawling up my spine. “I’m not going back to

brow lifted, his expression hardening. “And why

been. hiding the fading

something I couldn’t

we got married. I stayed because I thought I could endure it I thought could be the perfect Luna you always wanted, hide the

my throat tightening as the words continued to spill

did he do?” I continued, my expect

back to that?”

“He cheated on me. She’s even pregnant with his child. How

felt a strange sense of release. The weight that

But my

of relief was

said, his voice as cold as ever. “You will go

you can be

you weren’t

words struck me like a physical blow, leaving me momentarily breathless. I stood there, staring at him, trying to process the fact that he still didn’t care. That he would

down my check, unbidden. But I

“No.” I whispered.

time more firmly, though there was no need for him to raise his

same scared, obedient daughter who had always cowered before him I had tasted freedom, however brief, and I wasn’t going to let

straightened my spine, lifting my chin. “I won’t do as you say anymore, Father. I am twenty–four

weight of his fury pressing down on me. But

Not this time.

swirling inside me. “I won’t pretend you. You don’t get to control

in his eyes, but before he could speak. I answered it

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