Page 93 of Ruthless Prince

My mind whirled at the implication of my mother’s deception, and my blood seemed to heat and chill at the same time. “She didn’t just lie to everyone else about me being sick,” I said, shaking my head. “She lied to me too. And she’s still lying. That proves I’m innocent, doesn’tit?”

“Innocent? You can’t be fucking serious.” Logan’s smirk faded. “All it proves is that you genuinely don’t remember what you did that night. You must’ve hit your head really hard when you passed out on the road. I guess that made you lose part of your memory, and the injury probably fucked you up for several weekstoo.”

“If that’s true, why would my mom hide it fromme?”

“She probably thought it was easier to lie to you instead of telling you what you did to Chloe, in case you ever felt guilty and decided to come clean, which would tarnish her stellar image. So she made up the mono thing to explain why you felt so bad for so long. That protected youandher career ambitions.” He narrowed his eyes and crouched to my level again. “None of that changes the fact that you ran over my sister and left her for dead in the middle of the road. You aren’t innocent atall.”

Coldness crept through my veins, and my chest ached terribly. I felt like I was suffocating. “No. I couldn’t have doneit.”

“You did, and then your mother hid it. Even from you,apparently.”

“But I don’t remember,” I said, shaking myhead.

“I don’t give a fuck if you don’t remember,” he snarled. “You still did it. You saw thatvideo.”

I sucked in several deep breaths. “What if it was just an accident? The road was wet. Maybe my front wheelslipped.”

Logan let out a disgusted snort. “Even if it was an accident, you could’ve called for help. Instead you only helped yourself, and you left my sister to die on that fucking road. You obviously had no idea she’d end up surviving thoseinjuries.”

Bitter tears burned in the corners of my eyes. “I wouldn’t do that. You know me,Logan!”

“I thought I did.” He shook his head. “No one’s ever managed to fool me likeyou.”

I swallowed thickly. “I never tried to foolyou.”

“You didn’t need totry. Your ability to lie comes naturally to you. You’re amonster.”

“No. I’m not a badperson.”

“Yeah, you are. And now we know your parents are both pieces of shit too. Not just your father,” he said. “I guess you inherited your sense of morals from the two of them,huh?”

“Please,” I whimpered as the tears began to slide down my cheeks. “There must be some sort of explanation for all of this. I swear I didn’t hurtChloe.”

“The evidence saysotherwise.”

As sick to my stomach as it made me feel, I knew he was right. The video was undeniable. There was also a stack of other proof that showed I was involved in the hit andrun.

“I can’t… I don’t understand…” I choked out. I began to tremble as reality set in. It felt like the room was spinning and the walls were caving in onme.

My throat closed and I covered my face with my hands as I lost any remaining composure. Chest heaving with violent sobs, I pulled my aching knees up and curled into a ball. As I cried, my mind spun itself into a frenzy, trying and failing to answer the questions whirling aroundme.

What the hell did I do that night? Why couldn’t I remember any of it? Was it really the head trauma from the fall, or was there more to it thanthat?

Beyond that, what could’ve motivated me to lure Chloe out in the rain in the first place? What could’ve driven me to smash right into her and leave her to suffer on the street? She’d always treated me terribly, but I knew myself. I wasn’t a murderous sociopath. I wasn’t the vengeful sort, either. At least not to thatextent.

Something terrible must’ve possessed me that evening. Something that warped my sense of morals and drove me to coldbloodeddelirium.

Butwhat? What the hell wasit?

I didn’t stop crying until Logan crouched down and tapped on one of my freshly-bruised legs, sending a fiery jolt of pain through my system. The sudden shock of it made my keening cries catch in my throat, and I looked up, body still trembling likemad.

“You don’t even remember the tiniest thing?” Logan asked stiffly, regarding me with cold suspicion. ”Not even aflash?”

“No!” I let out another sob. “All I remember from back then is beingsick.”

“Okay. Tell me aboutthat.”

“I remember lying in bed for weeks,” I murmured. “Everything hurt, and I kept drifting in and out. I was so exhausted. Every so often my mom or a doctor would come in and remind me that I had a really severe case ofmono.”