Betrayal?

Worry weighs Alexandra down like an anvil when she heard her father's voice on the line.

"Alessa, I would like you to arrive at the Salvatore mansion for lunch this Sunday. You can invite your husband, too."

His gentle tone was ludicrous to her ears. This is the same fashion he used to persuade her to do his bidding. "I am cutting ties with you, father," Alexandra answered coldly.

"Don't be ridiculous, child. I admit I've been an arsehole like you called me. I hope you forgive me."

An unintended laugh fell out of her mouth. It was satisfying to hear him admitting himself as an asshole.

Alexandra reclined in her chair and swerved to view the high and mighty skyscrapers behind her. "I can't forgive you. Not yet," she said, examining her neatly trimmed red nails. "I know you were the one who tried to kill my husband."

She didn't know who exactly shot Jonathan that day, but she suspected it was Kyle. He has a thing for snipers and he was also a well-trained assassin.

"I never did suc