Chapter 154:

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Klay’s POV

“Why don’t you use your father’s resources to get the woman you want, Mr. Carver? If you order your men to capture her, she’ll be here in a day.”

I shook my head and sighed. “She’s no ordinary woman. She’s very important to me, and I don’t want to hurt her more. All I want is for her to accept me again.”

“The organization is willing to do everything, Sir. Just say the word and we’ll eliminate anyone who’s standing in your way.”

I gritted my teeth and glared at them. “Do you want her to hate me for the rest of my life? I want her to forgive me, not hate me. And you’re suggesting I kill the person important to her?”

They all lowered their heads in shame and apologized. I clenched my fists in frustration. I had no choice but to return to my father’s headquarters. After I dethroned him and had him killed, I inherited all his properties—including his mafia organization. I never wanted any of this, but now I can see the value in having such a powerful force behind me. This organization will protect me.

The door swung open, and one of my guards entered, bowing his head. “Mr. Carver, the private investigator came by and left this. We’ve already examined it for any possible threats, Sir.”

I ignored what he said and snatched the brown envelope from his hand. I walked back to the couch, opened it, and threw the empty envelope to the floor.

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I had used my father’s resources and connections to investigate. I would prove to Kelly that her father was the one who killed my mother, and I had every right to be angry and seek revenge.

The report inside was a copy of two separate investigations. My brow furrowed when I realized that Mr. Monroe, Kelly’s father, had conducted his own investigation. The other report was from my biological father’s side.

“What the hell is this?” I muttered, gritting my teeth as I compared the two reports.

The investigation by my biological father’s team stated that the bullet that killed my mother came from Mr. Monroe’s gun. But Mr. Monroe’s investigation report claimed that an unknown bullet killed my mother.

I sucked in a breath and balled my fists. No… no…

“Give me the sample of the bullet that only this organization has,” I ordered my consigliere, my jaws clenched tight.

My heart raced as I stared at the two conflicting reports. One of them was clearly tampered with, and I felt in my gut that it was the report from my biological father’s side.

I remembered the day I took his life. Before he died, he confessed to me that Mr. Monroe was the one who killed my mother. He told me he had convinced her to return to him, but Mr. Monroe couldn’t let her go, so he killed her instead.

I swallowed hard as I looked at the bullet my consigliere placed in my palm.

My lips parted as I studied the photo of the bullet included in Mr. Monroe’s investigation report.

Slowly, I balled my fists, wanting to crush the bullet in my palm. My mind went blank, and everything around me seemed to turn red.

My biological father was the one who killed my mother. It wasn’t Mr. Monroe. It wasn’t Kelly’s dad. I… I had blamed the wrong person. I… tormented the wrong person.

“BULLSHIT!” I shouted, throwing everything in my path, feeling the anger overpower me. All I could think about was the biggest mistake I had made. I had hurt Kelly for nothing. She had every right to hate me. I was wrong. I was stupid!

I continued shouting, throwing anything my hands could reach, until I sank to my knees, grabbing at my hair in frustration.

“FUCK!” I shouted again, shaking my head. “Kelly… Kelly, I’m s-sorry…”

How could I face her now?

Kelly’s POV

I was eating some fruit when Emily entered the condo unit. Her eyes immediately landed on me as she walked over and sat beside me, picking a slice of apple from my bowl. I glanced at the wall clock before turning my gaze back to her.

“You seem busy. Where were you?” I asked.

She shrugged casually, munching on the apple. “Dad’s company.”

I nodded. “How’s your dad?”

She shook her head. “I don’t think he can recover.”

I stared at her, concerned. “Will you be okay?”

She smirked, though there was bitterness in her eyes. “Why wouldn’t I be? The root of my hardships is finally suffering, Kelly. I’m happier than anyone.”

“He’s still your father,” I replied softly.

She clenched her jaw, a flash of rage flickering in her eyes. “He was never a father to me. I was his possession. A puppet he wanted to control. And because he couldn’t, he believed I was a rebel and tormented me.”

I pressed my lips together. I didn’t know the full extent of her story, but I could sense that hearing it would break me.

Emily sighed deeply, crossing her legs and resting her back against the couch as she tilted her head back, staring up at the ceiling.

“How’s your plan going?” I asked, referring to her plans with Matt.

The corner of her lips lifted into a smirk. “Your cousin is easier to manipulate than I expected, Kelly. He’s already investigating.”

My lips parted in surprise. It would be difficult for Matt to investigate his own family, but Emily had managed to make him do it. I couldn’t help but wonder what she did to convince him.

“How did you do it?” I asked, curiosity piquing.

She looked at me, a devilish smile curling on her lips. “I don’t want to spoil my plans. I want everything to feel real, Kelly. So he won’t suspect that it was all planned.”

My forehead furrowed. “I feel like you’ve gambled with something huge, huh?”

She chuckled softly. “Sort of. But, of course, I won’t lose this game. You know me.”

I smirked in return. “Certainly. Just make sure you don’t get hurt, or I won’t forgive myself.”

She simply smiled and slowly closed her eyes. I watched her, my mind racing. She had been tormented by her own father. I couldn’t believe it, but the hatred she harbored toward him was palpable. Her anger ran deep, and I could see that the roots of it stretched back far. She’d been through hell, and that much was clear from how fiercely she protected herself—and my daughter.

“Kelly…”

I thought she had already fallen asleep, so her voice startled me. “Yes?”

“Do you think I could kill someone?”

I was taken aback. “What do you mean?”

A sad smile tugged at her lips. “I want to put my father to sleep… permanently.”

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