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“Mom. Did you not hear what I said?” Myra asked, looking at her mother who went on sketching out a shoe design, as if she had not just told her she had found her husband in bed with her own fiancé.

“You don’t believe me?” Myra continued, and feverishly dug into her pocket for the belt. 

Her mother was her last hope. If anyone could protect her and punish her father for what he did, it was her mother.

“Look.” She raised the belt.

“So you are sleeping with a man you are not yet married to.” Her mother said quietly, and took off her glasses to finally look at her.

“What?” Myra’s jaw fell.

“I taught you about the dangers of premarital sex.” her mother said, gently putting her computer tablet aside. “You would not be this hurt if you had not given your body to Aiden.”

“I am an adult.” Myra lost it, and stood up. “How is my choice to have consensual sex worse than those men betraying me like this?”

Her mother was always the traditional wife. 

The real patriarchy princess.

In her eyes, men were always blameless, and she never stood up to her husband, even though she was the one with all the money, and her father was a former governor.

But this? This was just too much.

“We should hope Aiden does not tell your father about this. He would be so disappointed in you.”

“Mom.” Myra shrieked in disbelief. “Is this all you can say? He betrayed me.”

“I don’t know what you want me to do, Myra.” Her mother said with sad eyes. “I don’t know what you think I can possibly do to your father.” she added helplessly, as if she was not a f*cking multi-millionaire.

Myra staggered back. How could these people be her parents? One evil, the other spineless.

“You will not help me?” She asked, as tears began to stream down her eyes again. “I am your only child.”

Her mother sighed in exhaustion. 

“I love you Myra. But your father is so close to the goal he has worked towards all his life. Now is the time he needs our support the most, not us tearing him down.”

Myra fell to the couch, a sudden stab of pain in her chest. 

Why had she come here? 

Why did she even bother? 

Tyson Shaw was Savannah Shaw’s god. She would do anything to please him. 

The only reason she had not given her whole wealth to her husband was because her own father, the former governor, had made the company and assets only transferable to his grandchildren, not his son-in-law.

But her mother spent her whole life trying to overcompensate for that. 

She licked the very floor the man walked on, and never protected even her own daughter from him.

People called it love, but Myra did not know what to call it. 

She looked at her mother, suddenly realizing that if she had married Aiden, this would likely be her life.

Before last night, she too had been close to licking the floor Aiden walked on. 

Not anymore.

She stood up. “It’s nice to see you and your husband both put political ambitions over my well-being.”

Her mother stood up hurriedly, and began to walk towards her. 

“Myra. Don’t be like this. If this scandal gets out, your father’s political career will be dead on arrival.”

Myra smiled bitterly. 

“You people hurt me in the worst way possible. I will hit you all where it hurts the most too.”

She marched out of her parents' luxurious mansion to her small car. 

As she drove back to the office, her plan came together in her head.

She would strike both Aiden and her father with one blow, and gain as much power as she could in the process, so she would never have to be at anyone’s mercy like this ever again. 

Aiden was calling her phone non-stop, but she ignored his calls as she walked over to the police chief’s office.

“Myra.” Her father said cheerfully as she walked in. 

He never called her that at work. It was always Ms Shaw.

“Good day chief.” She stood at attention, looking at the demon who was her father. He was acting like nothing happened last night.

“You look well. I thought you were taking sick leave for the rest of the day.” He looked her over with a smile.

“Miscommunication sir.”

He nodded. “That’s my girl. You are never lazy.”

She pressed her lips together, and said nothing. 

“Why are you here, Ms Shaw?” He said, his attention back at the desktop on his table.

“To apologize.” She said,

He glanced up, and squinted in confusion at her.

“I was foolish to turn my back on my duty yesterday. I would like to continue with the plan.” She paused. “If the spot is still available.”

He turned back fully to her again. “It is still available,” he said slowly. “But what if you change your mind again?”

“I won’t, chief.” She kept her eyes up.

“I don’t believe you. One word from Captain Acosta and you could be messing up my plans again.”

She pressed her lips to stifle her scream. 

Hearing Aiden’s name from his lips now sent hives all over her skin as the memory of her father lovingly biting his neck came back to her mind.

“I won’t, chief.” She repeated, and her voice came out sounding teary.

“Are you okay, Ms Shaw?” He sounded concerned now. 

She nodded, unable to risk speaking because she would break down here in his office.

If she had not seen that belt a few hours ago, at this point she would have begun to believe she had dreamed up the whole thing, or she had simply gone crazy.

He and Aiden were such great actors.

"OK," He pulled a document out from under a pile on his table. “I need your signature, my dear. You can’t back out till Professor Callaghan Dankworth is in jail. If not, you risk imprisonment.”

She hesitated for only a moment. 

She pulled a pen from her breast pocket and signed.

Her father took the document with a smile and nodded. “You are a grown woman now. I am so proud of you.”

She saluted and began to walk out of his office when he said. 

“Ms Shaw.”

She stopped, but could not bear to turn back and look at him.

“You must succeed at all costs. F*ck the professor if that is the only way to get concrete evidence,” he said. 

Her back stiffened.

Did she hear well? Did her father just say that? They never discussed such topics. 

She turned back, but all his attention was back to the screen of his desktop.

Her shoulders sagged as she reached for the door. 

Something was off. 

Something bigger was at play here that she did not yet know about.

When she pulled the door open, Aiden was standing outside.

He was looking at her with disbelief. “What did you just do?”

She sidestepped him and began to walk away, towards the auditorium where the brief would be starting in a few minutes.

Aiden grabbed her as soon as they were inside and pinned her against the wall. “You would f*ck my father?”

She smiled darkly at him. “Sounds familiar? Quite sad that he insists he is not your father though.”

“You wh*re!” he groaned. “I always knew you had hot pants for all the men in the department.”

“Aiden Acosta.” She smiled, and leaned up to kiss his beard stubble. “You are about to find out what whoring truly means.”

“Ms Shaw.” She heard the Professor's voice call, bringing her back to the present.

She blinked and began to move along with the other college students to the theater hall for their physical trials.

“Hey bitch.” Myra heard as soon as she stepped into the hallway.

She froze as everyone began to laugh.

“Lying bitch.” Another female voice said. “What makes you think the Professor would even look at you?”

Myra’s back stiffened. 

How did they find out so quickly? The whole mission was supposed to be classified.