Ripples And Hills
“Oh, Scar… you were always foolish. Even your girls are sharper than you. Take little Alexa, your belle of the ball. The heiress under my nose all this time, while I wasted myself on filth.”
I spit beside her. Her face cracks.
“I wasn’t filth, Erwin… please don’t…don’t humiliate me further.” She chokes.
I laugh, cold and sharp. “Oh, you thought I meant you? No. I meant your daughter.”
Confusion flickers in her eyes, then horror as it clicks.
“Yes, Scar. Ashley.” My grin is venom. “I’ve been fucking her for years. Started back in Malibu, after she’d just turned eighteen. That night, tight, unwilling, perfect.” I bite my lip, savoring the memory.
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