Lucas Simmons's voice came through, strained. "Taking care of Harper? Oh, I've been taking very good care of her. Every time she receives my... assistance, she's extremely grateful." He chuckled darkly. "Your sister is incredibly obedient. She's willing to do anything for you."
Hudson looked smug. "Of course she is. A kid who grew up without love—throw her a few crumbs of attention, and she'll give you everything."
He leaned back. "Let her suffer a bit more, then we'll stop. After all, she is my biological sister."
"You... you still treat her as a sister?" Lucas slipped up, incredulous. He quickly recovered. "Right, right. Whatever Mr. Sanchez says."
Hudson made two more calls. Same assurances. He hung up, satisfied, believing his cruel game was under control.
I stood in the shadows and laughed. Silent. Broken.
Is Hudson a complete moron?
When Noah first started tormenting me, I'd gone to Hudson's friends for protection. Instead, they cornered me. Used a recording to blackmail me. Forced me to become their plaything.
They'd never had the chance to break someone of their own standing. I was a novelty. A fallen heiress.