chapter twenty-five

**Tyler POV**

"It doesn't matter? It doesn't matter that I'm the daughter of the man who killed your mother?" That hit me hard. I moved away from her, looking at her seriously.

"What? What the..."

"I know everything, Tyler; you don't need to pretend anymore," she said, cutting me off.

"How did you find out?" I asked, trying to keep calm.

"Did you really think I was that stupid? Did you think I wouldn't find out sooner or later?"

"You can't get involved in this; it's not your concern."

"Not my concern, Tyler? HOW IS THIS NOT MY CONCERN? YOU MARRIED ME JUST TO TAKE REVENGE ON MY FATHER, BUT WHAT DID I HAVE TO DO WITH IT? JUST BECAUSE I HAD THE MISFORTUNE TO BE BORN HIS DAUGHTER, AND YOU DECIDE THAT I SHOULD DIE TOO?"

"YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT ALL THIS MEANS. I GREW UP HEARING MY FATHER SAY THAT REVENGE WAS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING. MY PERSONALITY WAS BUILT ON THE DEATH OF MY MOTHER AND THIS DAMNED DESIRE FOR REVENGE. YES, YOU JUST HAD THE MISFORTUNE TO BE BORN TO THE WRONG FATHER. BUT I'M