“My husband is here,” I said. “Tell me his room number.” I snapped.
She hesitated for a moment. “I…I’m sorry, Ma but we can't.”
I raised my brow. “Do you want me to call the press and tell them my husband is cheating on me with his cheap mistress in your hotel?”
After a while, she sighed and murmured, “Penthouse suite, 112.”
I immediately turned and stepped into the elevator.
When the doors finally slid open, I rushed forward.
I swallowed hard before using the keycard and pushing open the door. I could hear Cain's voice inside the room and my chest ached.
Then I heard a woman’s voice. I froze in my steps. I knew that voice; it was familiar but I couldn't place who it belonged to.
Cain let out a loud laugh. “You thought I married Elle out of love?”
“She was a means to an end,” he continued. “Marrying her gave me access to her father’s inheritance. And once the will is rewritten in your favour and he's gone, my work will be done and I'll leave her.”
“Just a few weeks from now we will have everything we want.” The woman added with a smile.
My blood turned to ice. Aliya.
My stepsister.
The woman my father had always loved, even though I was his only daughter and the rightful heir to the