Sociopath's Obsession(26)

No.

No!

“The company—” I started.

“The company gives nothing. The only reason I’m playing nice with it is so I have a great alibi. You wouldn't understand, Sapphire.” He finished his drink and the glass fell to the floor, surprisingly not shattering. “You shouldn't have gone to Ken. Now you have left me no choice.” Dread filled me.

“You’d kill me?”

He shook his head. “I know I’m a monster and despised for what you believe. Your mom and I love you. Ken won’t keep his mouth shut. I can’t leave you here or help you out.” His words confused me more by the second. “You’ll leave the country. I’ve found a house for you in Europe. You have only two months left in college, so you’ll build your life there and I’ll put money in your account.” So staying here angered his partners in crime?

Europe? Accounts? Money?

“I don’t want it.”

He raised his brow. “Excuse me?”

“I don’t want it. Not your money. Not Europe. Nothing.” His jaw ticked.

“Then you’ll be out of my fucking house tonight. You can pack a bag and forget you were part of this family. No one will touch you, but you won’t get any help from me.”

There wasn't really a choice. Nothing could have made me stay with them. I couldn’t ignore the truth I discovered in the study after I saw how dirty the world I lived in was. I had never worked a day in my life. Never had to struggle. I always had food and clothes.

At what expense though? At the expense of innocent lives?

They were my parents. It was impossible to shut off my feelings toward them all at once. But living in this world with them, while they acted offhanded about it? Never.

“Okay.” Mom started to cry harder and made a move to hug me, but I stood up abruptly, breathing heavily. “No. Stop it! Don’t touch me.” Her hand froze then she hugged it to her chest. Dad’s eyes narrowed as he spoke in his low and dangerous tone, which didn't allow for any arguments. He threw papers on the bed, along with pen.

“Sign it. The documents make sure you want nothing from this family and you are no longer an heir to Blake Enterprises.” His face darkened. “And remember to keep your mouth shut, Sapphire. Those people can do despicable things, and I won’t stop them a second time. And don’t bother going to the police. We have our people there too.”

God, he even corrupted police officers? It shouldn't be surprising; that kind of organization had connections everywhere. How was it possible to get justice then? How could I live with myself in this world if I knew about them?

With one last glance at me, he left the room, leaving me alone with my still sobbing Mom.

“Sapphire.”

“How could you love him?” I suddenly asked. “He is a monster. He kills people. He destroys lives. He cheats on you left and right. He probably hits you, if I think about it now.” Her face flinched and I knew I guessed right. So many revelations in one night. “How could you live with yourself knowing what you’re covering up?”

She stayed silent, looking at the wall, and then replied in a hopeless tone, “Love makes you do questionable things. Once you fall in love with a man, it’s too late to question him or go against him. He becomes your only right. No wrong.”

Was she for real?

“Mom, those jewelry boxes you have? They’re thanks to those children whose childhoods were stolen. You can live with that, just because you love him? If that’s love, I don’t want any part of it.” She shook her head, went to the door, and then turned around to speak her final words to me, after which I never saw her again.

“You cannot understand love unless you experience it yourself.”

No one could love a monster.

And no one would ever convince me otherwise.



Sapphire

The sunlight made the room brighter than any other light could have. It was all over my face, and after a minute, I opened my eyes. I felt goofy and sleepy, but at the same time, I was relaxed, and finally had the best sleep in ages. My body wasn't sore; in fact, it felt pretty damn good, and I didn't want to leave this soft bed ever. Then I blinked, because I remembered where I was and why this bed felt so damn good. Obviously, my shitty bed in my crappy apartment wasn't anything like this one.

Dominic.

I spent the night in his house and must have fallen asleep on him when he played the beautiful song that made my heart hurt for some reason. It was like there was some kind of pain hidden and I wanted to soothe him, but at the same time knew it wasn't right.

He was kind and talented, and took such great care of me yesterday. He would make an amazing friend, and even though we shared a kiss, I knew nothing could ever happen between us on a physical level. The only attraction my body felt toward his was because he reminded me of Damian. As pathetic as it sounded, part of me still believed he was the one, and no one inspired such emotions in me, even his gentle brother.