Chapter seventy two
Dallas
“Oh, don't look so surprised now. I'm sure your little boy toy told you about me,” Atlas drawled. “Must feel pretty good to have a very wealthy man wrapped around your fingers, huh?”
“Well, I guess being a whore runs in the family. Your mother was a big whore too, that's why her husband left her. Good to see that you're following her footsteps, maybe you'll meet the same fate and die a gruesome death.” Lucien said, a wide grin dancing on his lips.
I fisted my hards at my sides, my fingernails biting into my palms. I can easily take the scrawny truck driver with a few kicks and probably knock the gun off his hands. I can take Lucien too, there's a reason he kept his hands off me these past few years. He knows he's no match for me.
But I couldn't exactly knock Atlas off without a big fight. He trained me after all. He knew every possible moves I might pull. And they might have some other weapons hidden. Three against one. I was greatly outnumbered. And they could easily shove me off the cliff.
I decided to use my brain instead of my fist. I'll do what I came here to do. Stall them. I just hope Oliver gets here fast before they throw me off the cliff. Or Jim pulls the trigger.
From where I stood, I could see how deep the fall would be. They sure picked the perfect spot for murder. There's no way anyone would survive that fall. And it doesn't seem like there's anything for miles. God, how far from civilization is this place?
I tucked the stray strands of hair on my face behind my ear. I fixed my gaze on Lucien.
“Good to see you're still making someone else fight your battle, Lucien. Guess some things never change.” I drawled.
I managed to keep an expressionless face despite how hot I was burning inside. I wanted to snuff the life out of him, but I forced myself to remain calm. It isn't worth it. He isn't worth it.
Besides, the only thing I need is the recording safely tucked in my hair. That alone will be enough to put him away for good. I couldn't wait for that to happen.
“Good to know you still have your sharp tongue too,” he nodded. “Although it might get you kill sooner than we would have loved.”
I glared at him with so much hatred in my eyes. I gritted my teeth together, took a few deep breaths before saying,
“You cheated on her with…” my face scrunched him in disgust “...him?” I pointed at Atlas.
I still couldn't believe it despite seeing the video of them together. According to Joe, Oliver's private investigator, they've been having an affair shortly after he married my mother.
Atlas had just transferred to New York from Paris. That was many years ago. I don't understand why Lucien stayed married to my mum when he could have just left her to be with Atlas.
But also, Atlas doesn't seem like someone that would be willing to train two girls of marriageable age. Especially not one like Stephanie and Sylvie.
“She loved you,” I started, trying and failing to keep my voice from breaking. “She took you into her house with your children. She took care of you when you had no one. And this is how repay her?” I yelled at her.
“She didn't love me, she never did,” he yelled back. “She just wanted someone to replace him. She loved him, not me. She did everything to make me be like him. Nothing I ever do is enough for that whore.” He gritted his teeth together as he shook in anger.
Atlas moved closer to him and patted his shoulder with an emotion I've never seen on him. He leveled me with a glare, the kind he used on the piste that would have got me running, but I simply glared at him back. He was a far cry from the coach who had encouraged me to give it my all to get into the Olympics.
Right now, he is my mother's murderer. And also the man who tried to kill me at the Olympics.
“And when she grew tired of trying to mold me into ‘her perfect ex husband’, she started whoring around. She made me believe she loved me while she was secretly hooking up with other men. That bitch deserved everything that happened to her.” He laughed maniacally.
No, that's impossible. I could accept that Lucien is a psychopathic maniac who killed his wife to be with a man. I could also accept that the man I've considered a father for the past years tried to kill me many times and I didn't even notice. But there's no way I would believe what he said about my mother.
“Mum would never do that,” I said with so much certainty. “She loved you, more than she loved her own daughter. She sent me to another country just so she could make you happy and be with you.”
“She never loved you. She only adored you because you reminded her of your father whom she loved to death.” He yelled. “The man left her without blinking an eye, but she spent her entire miserable life waiting for him like a pathetic loser.”
“No, she wouldn't do that. She's not heartless like you.” I fought back the tears that stung at the corner of my eyes.
“Why do you think she sent you to Korea? It's because you were no longer of use to her. She didn't want you, Dallas. Accept that. That's how she's always been. A selfish narcissistic whore.”
It was Atlas who spoke this time, his eyes shining with raw anger as if he was relieving a memory.
“Keep your fucking mouth shut! You know nothing about my mother! Don't you dare talk about her like that!” I yelled at him.
Tears streamed down my cheeks. I was tired of hearing them speak awfully of her. I just wanted to end them all for even daring to accuse her like that.
Neither of them knew her enough to know the reason she remarried. She wanted a family. She wanted a father for me. She's said it multiple times.
“Aren’t you a little curious about why your father left?” Lucien asked. “Or did she tell you he died?”
“I don't want to hear it, not from you,” I snapped at him.
I don't want to hear it at all.
At a point in my childhood, I convinced myself that my real father was dead. That's the only explainable reason for why he was never present. What the use of waiting for someone who wouldn't come?
But my mum adored him despite his absence. She wore the pendant he gave her till the end, but he never showed up. He didn't even come to her funeral.
Or maybe he did? How could I know when I don't even recognize him.
“You're in for a lot of fun, Dallas. We have a lot of time before you inevitably jump to your death.” Lucien said and laughed maniacally.
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