Page 50 of Forced By the Bratva King
“I swear, I don’t know what you're talking about!” he yelled with the little strength left in him.
“Lies!” I replied with the same tone, cocking the gun.
“We saw the tattoo on the assassin’s neck. We know it was you,” Yuri chilled in.
Donovan really seemed like he had no idea what was going on, but I didn’t care.
“This is for attacking my wife.” I almost pulled the trigger.
“No, don’t!”
The voice sounded a lot like my wife’s but what the hell was she doing here?
I turned in her direction, and there she was, taking gentle steps forward with impossibly wide eyes.
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I couldn’t believe my ears when she revealed her identity, and now thousands of thoughts were tugging at my mind. This was another level of betrayal, tearing through my insides and ravaging me. As I stood, trying to process this, her words kept echoing in my head.
“Answer me, goddammit!”
“Because he’s my father! Niall Donovan is my father….”
“This can't be happening.” I thumped the side of my fist against my forehead with the gun still in my grasp.
“Artem, I know what you’re thinking now, but I swear to you, it’s not that at all,” she said, her eyes all teary with her hands raised delicately in surrender.
“How can you possibly know what I’m thinking?” I thundered.
Sierra flinched at the sound of my voice, and her eyes shut reflexively, giving way to the tears underneath. “I’m sorry?” Her tone was barely a whisper.
“You’resorry?” I scoffed, shaking my head in disbelief. “For what exactly? Betraying my trust, lying to me, or carrying my fucking child when you knew all along who your father was?”
All at once, her body coiled, and she clenched her fists as she glared at me.
“Well, you didn’t exactly give me a choice now, did you?” she snapped, losing her temper. “I witnessed what I never should have, and you were kind enough to spare my life—even though you forced me into marrying you—”
“You could’ve told me, Sierra!” I cut her off, feeling the rage seeping into my bones.
“And what would you have done if I had?” she questioned. “Would you have still let me live knowing that I was the daughter of your worst enemy?” She was speaking and crying at the same time, her voice shuddering and her lips trembling.
“And so you chose to lie to me?” I stepped forward, locking eyes with her so she’d see the damage her betrayal had done.
“I…I didn’t lie,” she stuttered. “I simply withheld the truth from you—but with good reason. I swear, I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid, especially since I found out that I was pregnant.”
“Don’t fucking use my baby as an excuse.” I halted in front of her. “This was planned, wasn’t it?”
Her eyes widened even further. “What?”
“You’ve been his spy all this time, isn’t that right?” I walked past her.
“What, no!” She sniffled, turning in my direction as I stood over her father. “That’s not it, I swear.”
“It makes sense now.” I snickered, looking down at Donovan. “You orchestrated this whole thing; you knew I’d be atthe club that evening, so you planted your spy there. You wanted this to happen so you’d be two steps ahead of me.”
“Artem, no, you’re taking this too far, and you’re wrong!” she insisted, and those tears wouldn’t stop flowing.
“You’re his spy, admit it!” I hollered.