I fought with everything I had, but in that moment, the crushing weight of despair set in. The only person who could help me was Mathias, but he simply cradled Nathalia in his arms, turning away from me without a second glance.
"Mathias, I hate you!"
"I will never forgive you!"
Mathias’ footsteps faltered for a split second before he disappeared from my sight, his silence more damning than any words.
The instant Liam’s hand touched me, I shoved him away with all the strength I could muster.
A memory flashed, when Mathias first made it onto the rich list, I’d been kidnapped, a ransom demanded. Though I’d been rescued, Mathias was shaken to his core.
Out of that fear, he’d hired the best instructors, training me in self-defense and combat.
Now, with a man whose body was a shadow of his former self, drained by alcohol and indulgence, I knew I had a ninety percent chance of winning this fight.
But as soon as I pushed Liam away, the door creaked open again.
A group of hulking men filled the doorway.
Mathias’ bodyguards.
I thought, maybe, just maybe, he had softened.
But the leader of the group spoke, his voice cold and dispassionate.