HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION (An Erotic Billionaire Romance) novel Chapter 153

Alaric’s POV:

“My father died, and you continued to live your life of lies with your family. Your wife, your daughters. Fuck, I fell for your sister–in–law, not even knowing she was related to you.”

Finding out that he was related to Clarissa–the only person I could feel–was the last fucking straw. I was twenty years old when I made the decision to frame Clint Russell. If I didn’t frame him, I was going to kill him.

And so, I found the gun I shot my father with, wiped every single bit of my left–over prints off of it, and then I planted it in his home. That was a risky mission on its own. I was nearly caught, but I managed to escape. And I didn’t look back.

Well, I did look back.

Putting him in prison wasn’t enough, I was going to ruin his daughters, Juniper and Meadow. That was how hateful I was, how hateful I felt. But among the twins, only one of them caught my attention.

Meadow.

I had hoped she was a terrible human being. Fuck, I had really hoped that. But all I got from the men I hired to watch her was that she was practically an angel.

And then, that angel accidentally brushed her hand against mine that day.

I was never the same after that.

But how on earth was I going to explain something like this to Meadow without looking like the villain?

“So that’s why you locked me up?” he scoffed. “Because I was happy with my family?”

For a moment, I didn’t respond. Clint leaned back in his seat, shaking his head as he ran his hands down his face. “Can’t fucking believe this. You could’ve easily buried the entire case, but you brought it up again seven years later? What the fuck did you gain from that? From framing me and making sure I was locked up?”

I scrubbed a hand along my jaw. The truth was that if he had asked me this question many months ago, my answer would’ve been nothing. Because there was nothing tangible actually gained from throwing him in jail. Or maybe I’d have said peace, but the fact that my mother already knew that Clint wasn’t the culprit meant she didn’t have any peace within herself all these years.

However, knowing how Clint treated his daughter. How he treated my doe, ruined her confidence and made her feel like she deserved nothing good in life… he deserved everything he was getting right now. Deserved to be here for as long as it took Meadow to forgive him.

Which, hopefully, would be forever.

“Your daughter is happy without you, Clint,” I said with a chuckle. “And that is enough for me.”

“That bitch is not my daughter!” he growled all of a sudden, shaking profusely. “She killed my wife. She came here and she bragged-”

I rose to my feet. “Your wife killed herself. Besides, neither of you cared about Meadow, so why the fuck would she care that her mother was trying to kill herself?”

He moved to stand but I was faster, walking over to him and pushing his shoulder down hard before leaning against the side of the table. “By the way, the person who was coming here to brag wasn’t Meadow, but Juniper.”

I didn’t elaborate, and he didn’t ask me to. But I was sure he had an idea of what I was referring to.

I had his medical records altered, so he had a history of “mental illness.” Anything he tried to put on me would just end up backfiring on him.

“You also will not be seeing your beloved Juniper anymore, so you won’t… feed her ideas the way you did when she was only a child.”

I hated Juniper–that would never change. But one fact that remained true was that she was also a victim. The hate for her sister was instilled in her as a child by these monsters who called themselves her parents. I was going to make sure she would never be allowed in here–which meant that Clint Russell was never going to have any more visitors.

He remained still, staring down at the cuffs, and I walked toward the metal door, knocking on it twice so the guards knew to come in.

However, before I could walk out of the room, the sound of his voice stopped me in my tracks.

“You two deserve each other,” he said, voice dripping with enough hate and venom to burn through the floor.

I watched, tilting my head as the guards picked him up on either side of him.

And then I clicked my tongue. “Best thing I’ve heard all day.”