His next words sent ice through my blood.
“And you—how many times have I warned you not to mess with Shannah or her baby? But you never listen. Fine. You leave me no choice.”
He turned to his men, his tone flat, like he was just ordering dinner.
“She pushed Shannah to the brink. Almost made her jump. Time to make her pay. Go. Pull out her father’s oxygen tube. Then toss him off the roof.”
“No!” My scream tore from the depths of my soul. “Sullivan! That’s my dad! He saved your life!”
“So what?” he hissed. “He saved me just so he could sell you to me. So his daughter could marry into wealth. So his grandson would be my heir. He cashed in that favor for money.”
He stood, looking down like I was already buried.
“Well, he got what he wanted. I married you. I even let you carry my child.”
He paused, his face like stone.
“But you couldn’t even keep the first one alive. And that’s on you. I’ve repaid my debt. I don’t owe either of you a goddamn thing anymore!”
Zareena’s POV
“Do it!” Sullivan urged.
I didn’t even think. I lunged at his men, desperately trying to stop them. But one of them kicked me so hard my body flew across the room and hit the floor with a bone-jarring thud.