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Asher’s eyes darted to me and I threw a hand up in the air. He exhaled and turned to Royce.

“Release her, Royce,” Asher said calmly. “I’ll have them thrown out and ensure my secretary gets them removed from the invite list.” His eyes met mine. “Who the fuck are they?”

“My ex-fiancé’s parents.” Surprise flickered in his gunmetal eyes. It was clear that Asher didn’t concern himself with details of his parties.

“These fuckers were just about to tell me what they did to Willow,” Royce hissed. He took a step closer and wrapped his hand around Mr. Harris’s throat. “Start explaining, or I swear to God, someone’s dying tonight.”

“He got her pregnant,” he croaked, coughing and clawing at his hand. “He made holes in the condoms.”

“He?” I repeated, finally finding my voice.

“Stuart got you pregnant on purpose,” Royce gritted, and I blinked in shock.

Mrs. Harris attempted to step in, but Asher held his arm out and kept her back. I fought to breathe as I struggled to comprehend it.

“Why?” I whispered.

Mrs. Harris’s lips pressed into a thin line. “It was a clause in the inheritance.”

“What inheritance?”

“My father’s,” she admitted. “The legacy had to continue.”

Apparently, I overlooked how fucking crazy my ex-fiancé’s family was.

Chapter 33

Royce

It was past midnight and Willow was sound asleep when I started tapping away on my phone. A FaceTime call lit up the screen a minute later, and I took it to mean my brothers had received my messages to our group chat.

I slid out of bed, grabbed my knife from under the pillow, and walked into the bathroom, leaving the door cracked so I could keep an eye on my sleeping wife.

“You can’t be serious?” Byron’s greeting wasn’t surprising. His jaw pulsed and I could see a storm brewing in his eyes even through the screen. “That fucking asshole had another kid.”

Winston and Alessio’s face appeared next.

“Glad to hear I won’t be the only bastard son from now on,” Alessio remarked dryly.

“Father really took the Biblical meaning of ‘go forth and multiply’ literally,” Winston said just as the phone buzzed with Kingston’s incoming message.

Don’t give a shit about Father’s offspring.

Typical Kingston.

“I guess Kingston won’t be joining us for this discussion,” Winston stated wryly.

“Forget Kingston for now,” I snapped. “Aren’t you pissed off he’s your friend and never thought to say anything? He was yourbest man, for fuck’s sake,” I muttered.

“Maybe he’s been biding his time. Or he didn’t know how to approach it. We’re not exactly the most welcoming group of people.” Winston shrugged, unbothered. Not much got to him since he’d finally got his wife back. “Besides, discovering our half-siblins after Alessio and Davina, I wouldn’t be surprised there were more out there.”

Davina was our half-sister who married Liam Brennan, an Irish mobster, but she mainly kept to herself.

“It’s a hard pill to swallow,” agreed Alessio. “I don’t blame him for keeping it to himself.”

“How long has he known?” Byron asked.

“I don’t know.” I flicked a glance through the cracked door. Willow was still sound asleep. “But there’s more.” I sighed and set the knife down on the counter before I continued. “I ran into Stuart’s parents.”