He didn’t know her very well.
This was a scenario I’d been prepared for.
After speaking to my solicitor I emailed Gabriel’s legal team documentation from Dr Montgomery’s report, previous details of his escapades and confirmed that we had witnesses ready to provide testimonies. The paper trail was extensive. The kind that didn’t disappear no matter how good his solicitor was.
Sayla signed anything I put in front of her without question.
In that sense she really should be more like her sister. I winced at the thought immediately. No—she was perfect as she was. Suspicious of frog breeders perhaps, but perfect. This was precisely why I was here. To navigate the games wealthy people played so she never had to learn them herself.
Gabriel had moved on and was already dating his next victim.
The PI would send her an anonymous warning. It wouldn’t work—it never did. Demanding that Sayla sign a prenup didn’t dissuade her. Gabriel was charming, patient and had spent years perfecting the art of becoming indispensable before the mask slipped. By the time it did, leaving felt impossible.
I knew that better than anyone.
Chapter 22
Sayla
His head was exactly where it should be—hovering between my open thighs—just not quite in this setting. It had taken him two weeks to recover from my family’s visit. The distress had been real. I’d had to reassure him a lot. Now here we were at the most crucial of times.
“Come on, Princess. You can do it,” he said, glancing up at me while his hand shifted between my legs.
“I cannot go potty while your hand is there,” I repeated.
“But I need to hold the stick.”
My eyes dropped to the tip of the white plastic resting beneath his thumb.
“I suggested a resolution an hour ago.”
“That was no more than ten minutes ago,” he said dryly.
I sighed.
Heavily.
I really needed to pee now and Daddy’s rickety knees probably couldn’t take much more of this.
I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, finding my frogless pond zen mind palace—imagining the sound of the running water feature.
And I let go.
“Good girl,” Daddy exclaimed as the trickling sound continued.
I let it all out.
In and out.
Deep slow breaths.
His hand moved away.
The bidet blasted my nether regions.
I opened my eyes.
Daddy stood close to the window, staring at the white stick as though an answer might appear through sheer force of will.
