She had taken me abroad for therapy, putting her fledgling acting career on hold to help me heal. Back then, I thought she was my salvation. I thought she truly cared.
But the woman standing in front of me now? She was nothing like the girl who once held my hand and swore to stay by my side.
I sighed, the fight draining out of me. “Margot, let’s just end this. Let’s break up. You never wanted to go public with our relationship, anyway.”
Her frown deepened, and her voice sharpened. “Frank, stop being ridiculous. You used to grovel and beg on your knees for me. Where’s all this sudden bravado coming from?”
Right then, a resounding noise came from the table as I slammed my fist, the sound echoing through the room. My patience snapped.
“Have you said enough?” I growled.
But Margot didn’t back down. Instead, she smirked, her tone turning venomous. “Am I wrong? Back when your father’s affair went public, how many times did you get down on your knees to beg people to stop spreading rumors?”
Her words cut like a knife. “When your mother committed suicide, you—”
“Enough!” I roared, grabbing a glass from the table and smashing it at her feet. The shards scattered like tiny stars.
“Get. Out,” I snarled.
Margot froze, her face pale as a sheet. She had never seen me like this before. But even now, she refused to back down completely. With a stubborn huff, she bent down, picked up the scarf from the broken glass, and glared at me.
“Frank, I’ll wait for you to come begging me to come back,” she said coldly before storming out.
...
Three days later, I got a notification from the villa’s security system. When I opened the feed, my stomach dropped.
Steven was there, standing in my living room with a group of men. His smug voice rang out through the speakers.
“Alright, tear down that door. Toss out all the useless junk. And seal off the innermost bedroom with cement.”
I froze. The 'useless junk' he was talking about?
That was my stuff.
My piano. My life.
And the bedroom he wanted to seal off?
It was my bedroom.
Suddenly, Margot’s voice came through the feed. “Yeah, do what he says. Get rid of all those eyesores.”
Panic surged through me. I bolted to the car and sped toward the villa. By the time I arrived, it was chaos. Steven’s men pinned me down the moment I walked in.
I struggled against their hold, but they were too strong. One of them grabbed my almost-healed left hand and twisted it.