Gigi:
A whole night and an entire day had passed, and not a single person had called or checked on me.
My mother said she’d had to ask Ragnar for permission to see her son, but he’d dismissed her request.
Alpha King Theodore and Jaguar weren’t even answering my parents’ calls.
After Rochelle left, I’d come to my parents’ place, and they were a mess.
My father was calling anyone he thought might be able to help, while my mother lay on the couch, tossing and turning.
My father briefly pulled the phone away from his ear and turned to glare at me.
"Do you know who the most powerful person I can ask for help is?" he asked before adding dramatically, "Your boyfriend. But he’s not going to help us because he’s the reason we’re in this mess."
His words made me lower my gaze and rub my hands anxiously together.
He wasn’t entirely wrong, though.
I just couldn’t understand what had pushed Ragnar to take such a drastic step.
Considering how close Ragnar and I were, even if he’d found out something like this, he should have discussed it with me privately.
He could’ve sat my brother down and made him understand that he could never do anything like that again.
But instead, Ragnar had chosen the worst possible route, one even harsher than the one he’d taken with Justin.
The moment Justin’s name crossed my mind, goosebumps spread across my skin.
I stared into the distance before shaking my head, trying to get rid of all the ridiculous thoughts of guilt crashing over me at once.
"Did you even try to contact that powerful fool?" my father yelled, making me shift farther away from the couch.
"I’m going to go see him," I replied softly.
"Oh, good. Then ask him what reason he had for publicly humiliating my son like this. And if he respected you even a little, he would’ve come to us first before arresting him, before turning the whole thing into a spectacle."
My father kept yelling, and for once, I couldn’t say he was wrong.
Ragnar had done my brother dirty.
He was the reason our family was being subjected to so much shame and humiliation.
I couldn’t understand it.
What had made him do that?
Why had he needed to handle it this way? Why had he taken the entire matter public?
I just didn’t understand.
Then one name struck me.
Verity.
Ragnar had been with Verity when it came to my brother.
Did that mean Ragnar and Verity had done all of this together?
My brother had confessed everything on record.
Which meant Verity had already put a team together there, and Ragnar had been working with her.
They had sat together, made all these plans, and Ragnar hadn’t let even the slightest hint of it reach me.
I gave my father a small nod before turning and heading toward the mansion.
I just didn’t know how they were going to treat me.

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