Fake Dating the Bad Boy for Revenge novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142

I pulled my phone from where I’d kept it backstage and unlocked it. Staring at ny father’s contact, all I could feel was a mix of nervousness and the urge to get to the bottom of everything once and for all.

Clicking on the contact, I watched it ring for a few seconds, the taste of my fear palpable in my mouth as my heart pounded loudly in my ears.

On the fifth, and final ring, he finally picked up, “Hello?” His voice, for some reason, was much harder than usual.

We’d been live-streaming the whole play… could he possibly have seen everything that happened?

“Hey, Dad. Um…..I wanted to ask you a few questions.” I said, my phone on speaker.

“Why? You’re there with your real fucking family, right?” He said, his tone much harder and filled with venom. I paused for a moment, staring at the speaker

in disbelief. ‘Dad-”

“Don’t fucking call me that!” He yelled through the phone, interrupting me. “You’re such fucking ungrateful. Why the hell didn’t you just stay fucking dead? If you had, this bullshit wouldn’t have happened. You want the truth, girl?” He spat, and I swallowed harshly, as tears welled in my eyes.

“You think I raised you out of some bullshit feeling of love?” He chuckled and scoffed at the same fucking time, like the fucking thought amused him so much. “You were never supposed to know. Do you think I raised you out of love? Out of some pathetic, fatherly devotion? No. You were leveraged. My ticket into everything your fool of a father thought he could deny me.

He had everything I wanted but could never get, because our foolish parents thought only brains could run the business, when I had the fucking brawn! I could have taken us to greater heights if only they had allowed us to deal in the things I wanted and stopped fucking with investments, wine, and the food section of the business. If only they had given me a fucking chance!

He had it all

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the name, the damn fortune, the respect.

And me? I was the fucking shadow, the brother no one wanted. Do you know wha that feels like? To be overlooked, spit on, and treated like I was nothing

more than a fucking afterthought?

So I took what mattered most to him. You, after I made sure to kill that pathetic mother of yours, who only ever had eyes for him, even though I wanted her

first!

Yes, and you know what?

I paid that filthy addict to play your mommy. Every bruise, every tear, every sleepless night you spent wondering why she hated you, why she always hurt you, why she never seemed to fucking like you that was all part of my design.

I needed you broken, Sloane. Fractured. So that when I whispered into your mind when I pulled the strings, you would bend. You would obey, like the

perfect I wanted to make you out to be.

You call it torment. I call it shaping. I carved you into something I could use, something that would be perfect for me. You were mine, do you hear me?

Mine.

Not Valerian’s.

Not that blonde witch’s.

Certainly not Ravenscroft’s.

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And you think he loves you? That man on stage? He left you to burn once, Sloane and I was the one who picked up your small body and pulled you out of

the fires threatening to consume you to death. He let me take you. He was too weak to stop me then, and he’s certainly too weak to stop me now.

Don’t fool yourself into thinking you belong with them. The world only ever remembers the powerful, and I made you powerful by breaking you. Without me,

you’re nothing more than a lost little girl, clinging to scraps of memory and false promises.”

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