Chapter 3: Be My Mistress
The drive home felt endless.
I didn’t remember the turns, the traffic lights, or even breathing. My hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, heart thudding like it might burst.
Dad. Arrested. No. It couldn’t be real. Maybe Mom made a mistake.
When I finally pulled into the gravel driveway, the house was dark except for the porch light. I jumped out before the engine fully stopped and ran up the steps, my heartbeat loud in my ears.
“Mom?” I shouted, throwing the front door open. “Mom!”
She was on the couch, hands shaking, face pale and streaked with tears. When she looked up, I saw panic. Her eyes were red, her mouth trembling.
My mother, who never cried, looked broken.
I dropped to my knees in front of her. “What happened? What exactly did they say?”
She gripped my hands tightly. “They said your father stole ten million dollars from one of the Lycan King’s companies. They claim he funneled the money over time. That they have proof—transactions, records, everything.”
I blinked, refusing to believe my ears.. “No, that’s impossible. Dad doesn’t have access to that kind of money. He works in logistics, not finance. He’s not even high enough in the company. Why would he be near those accounts?”
Mom shook her head, tears falling. “I told them that. Begged them to check again. They wouldn’t listen. Said the evidence was solid.”