“Look at you,” Dad sneers.“You’ve turned into a whore.How could you let them take turns with you?”
“Dad, I know how this looks.”My voice trembles with each word.“Just calm down.”
“I will not calm down.”He throws his hands in the air, bursting with anger that flushes his tanned cheeks.“You have ruined everything, Ophelia.Everything!I gave you a family again, and this is how you repay me?”
“I never wanted them to be my family,” I fire back.
“Now I know why!”Dad’s nostrils flare as his eyes sweep over the kitchen to each of my men.“You took advantage of my daughter.I know Athena didn’t raise you to be sick perverts.”
“In all fairness, Belen,” Ares says, “you don’t know us well.And we like your daughter.”
I love that Ares is coming to my defense, but it’s not helping the situation.Because hearing how he feels about me only increases my father’s rage.He balls his hands into fists at his sides, teeth clenched.For a second, I think he’s going to hit Ares.
That won’t end well.
Ares will knock him out.
“My daughter isn’t some toy for you to pass to your brothers,” Dad yells.Then his eyes are on me again.“Effective immediately, you’re disowned, Ophelia.All of you, pack your bags.Get out of my house.I never want to see you again.”
“No,” I protest.“You can’t do that to me.”
“I can do whatever I want.”His eyes flicker with heat that causes my stomach to twist into knots.“You can kiss the clubs goodbye.Forget the life you had.It’s all gone, Ophelia.I hope tonight was worth it.”
My club.
Tears streak down my cheeks.“Dad, no.Please.I’ll do whatever you want.Don’t take Olympus from me.I need it.”
He doesn’t know how much becoming Mistress O has helped me to accept myself.And my girls?What will they do without me?
Dad sneers.“We’re done, Ophelia.You’re not my daughter anymore.”
ChapterThirty-Eight
OPHELIA
My dad kickedall of us out of his house, but after some convincing from his new bride, my men could continue living under this roof.
It’s not fair.
I throw clothes into a bag, still crying uncontrollably.Atlas tries to hold me, but I push him away.When that doesn’t work, Ares wraps his arms around me from behind, squeezing me so tightly I can’t move.
“Baby, calm down.We’ll help you fix this.”His nose nuzzles my neck.“You don’t have to cry.It’s going to be okay.”
“No, it’s not,” I snap, chucking the shirt in my hand onto the bed.“He disowned me.And can I blame him?He’s right.”I shake my head, angry with myself.“This is my fault.I shouldn’t have walked into the den that night.I let this get out of control.”
I tug on his arms, and he releases me so I can spin around to look at the three of them.Apollo sits in the armchair by the window while Atlas lounges on the windowsill, staring at me.
“Chin up, goddess,” Atlas says with a cute smile.“This will all blow over.Give it time.Our mom will convince your dad to let you come home.”
“Yeah,” Apollo agrees.“This is only temporary.Stay with your uncle, and we’ll come for you when the time is right.”
I wipe the tears away and sniff.“He’s never going to forgive me.My dad wanted a family again.I fucked this up for him.”
Atlas gets up from the windowsill and crosses the room.“We will make this work.”
“Just give Belen time,” Apollo says, always the voice of reason.“You’re his only daughter.Once he calms down, he’ll let you come home.”
“I hope so,” I mutter.
