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“You’ll do what? Shoot her?” I pressed the muzzle of the gun against his forehead and grinned. “Do it.”

I didn’t even want to look at Leah.

“She’s pregnant with your baby, you wouldn’t.” The first hint of fear flickered into his eyes. “My father has changed our deal. I am not in charge.. He is. I only married her to get power, and now, I don’t have it. She’s worthless to me. Pull the trigger. It will save me millions.”

“Viktor.”

Jesus, her voice was pleading, pleading, and so full of hurt that it felt like my heart was being shredded.

“Our father—”

I shot him through the head before he could finish the sentence. Blood and grey brain matter flew everywhere. Hitting me in the face, covering Leah, who was screaming so loud it was earsplitting.

At the other end of the room, more gunshots rang out, my men taking out Piotre. No one would walk out of here alive apart from the people I wanted to, but I didn’t move. I just stared down at him and the ruins of his head as it spilled out over the floor.

Maybe he was my brother. I didn’t know. Everything I had said had been a lie.

Every single thing apart from one thing.

“Ivan”, I snapped, and he was there in a second, kneeling in front of Leah and using his pocket knife to cut through the ropes that bound her to the chair. She sagged into his arms, and he cradled her like a baby, and still, I couldn’t look at her.

“Viktor?” she whispered.

“Take her home, Ivan. Take her to her old life. I never want to see her again,” My voice was cold and flat.

“Sure thing. Come on, Leah. Let’s get you home. We have a doctor waiting, and your friend Dion is being collected. You’re going to be fine. Just hold on to me.”

He walked away with her cradled in his arms, and it was only when he was halfway across the floor that I let myself look.

And God, she looked so small and broken.

“Viktor, I love you.” Over Ivan’s arms, her eyes clashed with mine. And I could see the misery in her eyes.

She believed it, all those lies I had just told. She believed them all. Just the way I needed her to.

“Get her out of my sight. I never want to see her again.” I snapped and turned my back on them. I heard her sobbing, and it took everything I had not to turn around and make it all better. This was for the best.

They would never be safe unless I let them go.

“I love you,” I whispered under my breath, and then I walked away from the sounds of her cries, and I didn’t look back. “God, I love you so damn much.” I finally said the words, but she couldn’t hear them.

She wasn’t meant to.

Chapter Thirty

Leah

5 months later

“It’s going to be hot today.”

I didn’t answer Dion straight away. Instead, I closed my eyes and wiped the sweat from my forehead. I was always hot these days. Hot and uncomfortable. And I was so huge that I couldn’t get off the sofa without Dion’s help.

“You doing ok?” He flopped down on the sofa next to me.

His eyes searched my face. I nodded, and he laughed.

“You’ve always been a shitty liar, Leah. Always. You’re still thinking about him.”