Page 355 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol 4

“I’m not the one making a scene. You’re doing that all by yourself. And clearly I’m talking about my other daughter. This one. The illegitimate one. Her.” He did that thing with his hand again, this time directed at me.

No.I pushed his suit jacket off my shoulders as I took another step back. There was no way this man with the fake smile was my father. There was no way in hell I was related to Isabella. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“You are. You’re only sixteen. I’m your father. And therefore your legal guardian. Now get in the car.”

“No!” Mrs. Alcaraz yelled as she came running down the steps of the church. “Stay away from her!”

One of the large men grabbed my arm. I tried to move, but he had me locked in place.

“I’ll be waiting in the car,” Mr. Pruitt said and turned around.

“Jim left her in my care,” Mrs. Alcaraz said as she caught up with Mr. Pruitt. “You can’t. Por favor.”

“And you expect me to letyouraise my daughter? You can’t even speak proper English.”

“But I signed the papers. You can’t take her. You can’t.” She followed him up to his car. “I promised Jim. You can’t!”

“Well your poor excuse for a lawyer reached out to me. I’m her only living relative. And I’m not signing a damn thing. She’s my daughter. Not yours.”

The man pulled me down the steps.

“Let go of me!” I tried to squirm out of his grip, but the man was too strong. I looked at Matt for help, but the other bodyguard was holding him back.

“Get your hands off of her!” Matt yelled. The bodyguard smashed his elbow into Matt’s back, knocking him down onto the cement steps.

Matt.I tried to get free of the large man’s grip again, but it was useless. He shoved me into the back seat of the town car.

“I won’t let him get away with it, mi amor!” Mrs. Alcaraz yelled as they slammed the door behind me. She put her hands against the glass. “Nunca!”

“Welcome to the family,” Mr. Pruitt said. “You’re welcome, by the way. What a hellhole that was.” He pulled out his cell phone and started scrolling through his emails like this was a normal day for him. Like he hadn’t just turned my life upside down.

I felt like I was going to throw up on the expensive leather seats. I was a Pruitt?A Pruitt?

No.

Never.

Nunca.

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