“Hallie.” He breaks the silence first. My heart sinks instantly. Is he going to talk about Sydney? Is he divorcing me for her? But I’m not ready yet. So I change the subject awkwardly, “What’s your schedule next week? Are we still going to that convention in Portland?” He doesn’t answer. This silence is killing me. My heart aches. A huge downfall is waiting ahead but I’m trying to drag it as long as possible. “Do you think I should wear that necklace to the convention?” I ask in a light tone, “Or is it a bit too high-profile to—” “Hallie,” he cuts me off, determinedly. I stop, nibbling my bottom lip. “Let’s get a divorce,” he says deeply.

“Hey pretty, ” Olaf grabs the curtain from the other end and grins. “Maybe you and I can have a little talk in the locker room after my practice? You know, since messing around is in your family blood?” Seriously? I glare at him, prepared to shoot back. But the door flies open the next second and a tall figure marches in. Before I get a good look at him, a huge jacket is thrown on top of me, covering my wet body and vision. Then I hear a voice growling to Olaf, “That’s your reason to skip training? To harass girls?”

My father lowers his voice mysteriously, “—she can even become a top at your club, earning you a lot more money than 20 million. It’s good investment.” The godfather chuckles lowly, “Selling your own daughter as a mistress to me?” What does this mean? Am I the godfather’s mistress now? Is he going to have me entertain customers today? “Eleanor, is it?” he asks. I murmur a yes in fear. “My name is Theodore Vans. You’ll call me godfather as everyone else.”

"Carina, are you the mother of Murphy?" Alpha Skylar asked in red eyes, "Are you... my mate?" I shook my head crying, almost wanted to tell him that I am his mate and Murphy is our son. But I can't, I am just an omega slave. I can't risk Murphy and my life under Skyler mother's threat. He knew he won't get the answer from me, and gradually collapsed. "Carina..." He said in a sad voice like the world is leaving him, "Carina, don't leave me. Tell me the truth, and my life is yours."

I immediately take this chance to cry for help, “Help! Please! Help me—” “Shut your mouth!!” Thomas snarls pulls my hair causing me to wince in pain. “Sir,” the guard's spoke, “If you refuse to stop harassing this lady, I’ll have to call the police.” “Who are you to talk to me like this! I’m your precious customer! Where’s your boss! I demand to see your boss!” “I’m the manager here,” the guard says coolly. “If you are talking about the owner of this nightclub, it’s Mr. Hill. Yet I’m afraid Mr. Hill is too busy to deal with these trifles.” Mr. Thomas gulps down. And when he speaks up again, the rage in his voice magically vanishes and is replaced by a hint of fear, “…M—Mr. Hill?”