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This was just the beginning. The End.

it was all for THIS? A freaking lullaby? Seriously?

What in the world was happening right now? “Yeah, I was shocked too when she told me. Which is why, for all the things I convinced my brain I couldn't do before because I thought I had sociopathy, I want to do all of them with you. I want to share my first laughter with you, smile for the first time because of you. I want to have all my first with you.”

Something worth having. And it was poisoned from the very start.

But something in him— Was starting to want to. And that— was where everything began to unravel.

It didn’t begin with Julian. It began with money. And she was trapped in bed while the truth tightened around her like a noose.

Wanted the worst man I'd ever met because he was the only one in two — three — God, how long — who'd looked at me like that. The sound he made and the way he'd looked at the video of me falling apart would haunt me forever. I dug my nails into my own arm so hard like pain could scrub it out. It didn't. God, it didn't. I was disgusting. Fine. Noted. Moving on. Because I couldn't sit here being disgusting all night. I had to think. The police were out of the question. Already ruled that out. Liam? He already called me paranoid. How would he believe my story without a single proof? I hadn't even been smart enough to take photos of those folders.

Her forever. It had begun.

To her. To every move that’s been made in the last twenty-four hours. I step back slightly, letting it all settle. Not rushing it. Not reacting. Just… seeing it. Fully. For what it is. “This didn’t start with the board,” I say. “No.” “It didn’t start with Arclight.” “No.” “And it didn’t start with Richard.” Damien exhales slowly. “Then where did it start?” I don’t answer immediately. Because I already know the answer—