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“Amber, you’re playing with fire. You have no idea how dangerous Kayden Black truly is. Stop trying

to dig your own grave by messing with him,” Martin cautioned in response to my threat to send him to

jail.

I couldn’t help but scoff at his caution, a mocking edge seeping into my tone as I folded my arms defiantly across my chest. “Oh, please humor me, Father. Tell me, just how dangerous is this man that

you seem to fear so much? Is he a god? Some kind of demon?” I questioned, and the sarcasm in my tone

was evident.

Martin’s sigh was laden with frustration, his gaze pleading with me to understand. “I know you have

every reason to hate me, but don’t try to threaten me into giving you evidence against Kayden. I

won’t put you in danger like that. I’d never do that to my child,” he implored, his words heavy with

his own guilt and remorse.

Rolling my eyes at his plea, I cut through his words with a biting retort. “As far as I’m concerned,

Kayden is a criminal, and I’m only asking you to hand over evidence of his illegal activities if you don’t want to go to jail in his place. I didn’t ask you to kill him for me, so stop being so

dramatic,” I asserted sharply, not bothering to mask my anger and resentment.

Martin’s expression softened with a mix of resignation and concern, his voice tinged with a desperate plea. “Amber, please come to your senses. You’re married to a good, successful man now. An even

better man than Kayden Black. Why, then, would you worry about him and his affairs? You could be

putting yourself in great danger,” he repeated, sounding like a broken record.

Shaking my head in disappointment, I abruptly shifted the focus of our conversation, asking a question that had been on my mind for years now. “Do you still think of Mom, Father, or have you

completely forgotten her?” I asked, accusation lacing my words.

Martin’s confusion was palpable, his brow furrowing in bewilderment. “Why bring up your mother all of a sudden, Amber?” he questioned.

Letting out a heavy sigh, I harshly responded, “Am I not allowed to ask, Father? It seems to me that

ever since you married Mary just two years after Mom’s passing, you’ve forgotten her completely.”

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A deep frown creased Martin’s brow; his gaze was troubled and hurt. “Don’t say what you don’t know Amber. You’re very wrong,” he countered, the pain in his voice almost making me laugh.

Burying his face in his hands for a fleeting moment, Martin raised his gaze to meet mine once again. “Not a day goes by that I haven’t thought about Elena. Not one day, Amber,” his words heavy with emotion, a raw display of the grief he carried in him.

Disdain curled my lip as I leveled a piercing gaze at him. “You’re a liar, Father. Don’t you dare pretend like you’ve cared about Mom in years when you were so quick to marry another woman and y even work for the man who took her life?” I hissed, unable to contain my anger.

As I blurted out my words, Martin’s eyes widened in shock, a flicker of realization passing through his expression. “How did you know? How did you find out who killed your mother?” he stammered, his voice tinged with disbelief and fear.

Rolling my eyes at his reaction, I scoffed before shooting back, “Did you know too, Father? Or have you just been cluelessly following the enemy like a lap dog?”

The sarcasm dripped from my words like venom, and the bitterness in my tone was a reflection of the disgust and disdain I felt deep inside.

Martin’s silence only fueled the fire of my anger, my frustration bubbling to the surface as I

harshly demanded, “Did you already know who killed Mom and still chose to work with him to make m marry him? Is that it, Father?” I questioned.

Another heavy sigh escaped Martin’s lips, his gaze haunted as he finally found his voice. “How did you find out, Amber?” His question was barely a whisper, a tremor of fear lacing his words as he spoke.

Fury laced my response, the raw edge of my emotions cutting through the tension in the restaurant. “How long have you known, Dad? How long have you known that Kayden, the bastard you’ve been he wipe his dirty ass, was responsible for killing your wife and my mother?” I demanded, the tremor of hurt and anger palpable in my voice.

Martin held up a placating hand, his voice strained as he implored me to calm down. “I know you’re hurt and confused right now, Amber, but you need to listen to me and calm down. I beg you,” he pleaded, and I couldn’t believe it.

My eyes widened in shock and disbelief at his Indirect admission. “You’ve known all this time? You’ve

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known the truth, and yet you’ve worked for him, handled his dirty business, and even forced me into a marriage with him. You watched me marry a murderer, and you said nothing

The questions spilled from my lips in a rush, the pain of betrayal branding deep into my heart like

never before.

With a heavy heart. Martin finally spoke, his voice laced with a mixture of regret and helplessness. “It’s not what you think, Amber. I never wanted you to find out because I knew it would break you, I didn’t know if telling you would ever be the right thing to do because I didn’t think you were strong enough to handle it.” he confessed.

I was struggling to comprehend the depth of his deception and his dumb excuse because nothing he had just said made any sense to me. “How could you do this, Father? How could you work for a man like Kayden, knowing what he did to Mom? Why would you even do this? What kind of monster are you?”

Martin’s sigh was laden with sadness as he spoke, “I can’t explain it to you now, Amber. There are things you don’t understand, but please believe me when I tell you that things are not as they seem. I’m not a monster like you think I am.”

I shook my head in disbelief. “You need to answer my questions, Father. Clearly and honestly,” I demanded sternly.

“Why did you agree to let me marry Kayden when his family suddenly offered an arranged marriage?” pressed, the questions tumbling from my lips with annoyance.

Martin let out a heavy sigh, his gaze clouded with regret as he spoke. “I accepted it because I didn’t have a good enough excuse to reject the marriage,” he admitted.

My face contorted into a deep frown as I shot back, “What do you mean you didn’t have a good excuse Father? Isn’t his direct involvement in Mom’s death more than a good enough reason to have stopped the marriage from happening?”

Shaking his head, Martin met my gaze with a pained expression. “Amber, you wouldn’t understand, bu I’m not going to make excuses, he murmured, his words heavy with his guilt and remorse.

His next words sent a chill down my spine and a wave of disbelief washing over me. “Even if I knew what Kayden did, he didn’t know that I knew. If he had known that I knew about Elena’s death and who killed her, he would have hurt our family. To protect everyone, I’ve had to play dumb all these years, Martin explained, the truth a bitter pill that I struggled to swallow.

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I scoffed at his feeble attempts to justify his actions, the excuses falling on deaf ears. “You’re just spouting useless reasons, Father. No amount of justification can erase the fact that you’ve worked for the family of the man who killed your wife for twenty years,” I shot back, the anger lacing my voice.

Martin simply sighed before uttering words that cut deeper than any knife. “Think what you want, Amber. I’ll accept your hatred, but please don’t involve yourself with Kayden and his affairs. You have no idea what he’s capable of. That man is not even human; he has no limits at all.”

With a bitter laugh, I rose from my seat, my purse clenched tightly in my hand. “Kayden isn’t some god I can’t send to hell, so don’t try to scare me, because it won’t work. I’m not scared of that idiot,” I retorted. “And as for you, Martin, expect the worst because to me, you’re no different from him, and I’ll gladly send you to hell along with him,” I threatened.

And with that final declaration, I turned on my heel and walked out of the restaurant, leaving behind a father who had lost his first daughter for good now.

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