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18: Released.

Author: TheLadyAthena
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-26 10:52:09

Caleb’s POV

SLAP!

My head jerked violently to the side, the sting blooming hot across my cheek.

“You fool!” my father roared.

Before I could recover, he had me by the collar—dragging me up from the cold metal chair like I was nothing more than a ragdoll. His expensive cologne, something custom-made and suffocating, choked my lungs as he got right in my face, nostrils flaring with rage.

“You incompetent little imbecile!”

“Dad…”

Another deadly slap from him. “Shut up!"

My jaw throbbed. The little pride I had shattered further.

“You think I came all the way here to rescue you because I care if your ego’s bruised?” he spat, shoving me back into the chair in the high-security meeting room they’d dragged me to. “I should be in court right now. San Diego. Federal court, sealing a goddamn oil deal with the Brazilians. But no! I had to fly here on a fucking private jet to clean up the disaster you call a life.”

“I didn’t ask you to come,” I muttered, licking blood from the corner of my lip.

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