Chapter 283
She freezes, just for a second, before her face smooths out. “I don’t know what you’re talking about p>
I advance on her slowly. “So you’re going to play stupid p>
“I really don’t know p>
“Jocelyn p>
I say the name and watch her closely… Then I see it. The widening of her eyes and the split-second panic before she masks it.
“I-I…” she starts, but doesn’t finish.
“How many times do I have to tell you to stay the fuck away from Sierra?” I growl.
“I haven’t…” she whispers, tears gathering.
“I’ve never asked you for anything, not once,” I snap. “Yet the one thing I ask, you ignore p>
“Noah, listen to me,” she pleads, voice trembling.
I don’t. I’m done listening because what explanation could possibly justify this? What excuse could make it acceptable to go after Sierra again and again?
“Why the fuck can’t you just let her be?” I demand. “Most people would be satisfied with what I’ve given you. So I don’t understand why even after I’ve given you everything, you’re hell bent on hurting Sierra p>
“Noah, please p>
“Shut up!” I snap, my fists clenched at my sides, anger threatening to consume me. “What more do you want p>
She stays silent, and that only fuels the fire. If she has the audacity to go after Sierra, then she should have the audacity to face me.
I step closer, my voice low and lethal. “Why do you keep going after her p>
Her lips press firmly into a thin line.
“Why won’t you just leave her alone?” I growl. “She’s pregnant, for fuck’s sake p>
Tears spill down her cheeks, but she still remains silent, shaking her head as tears spill down her cheeks.
“Answer me!” I shout. “Tell me the fucking truth p>
She wrenches herself out of my grasp. “Because I love you!” she screams back.
The words freeze me in place and for a second, I’m convinced I misheard her.
“I fucking love you, Noah, and I can’t imagine you with her,” she sobs, completely breaking. “That’s why p>
I stumble back a step, my gut twisting like I’ve just been sucker-punched.
I shake my head slowly, as if I can physically shake the words loose, but they’re lodged deep. I can’t unhear them.
This can’t be happening. There has to be some mistake, because those words coming from her mouth are wrong on so many levels.
“I love you, Noah,” she whispers.
I don’t and I never have. I’ve never seen her as anything but a little sister.
I move past her because I can’t take it anymore. I can’t even look at her right now.
I don’t know how this happened, and I don’t fucking care.
She grabs my hand, before I can leave.
“Please,” she begs. “Say something. Anything p>
Her touch feels like poison against my skin, so I yank my hand away.
“If I find even a shred of evidence that you were involved in the allegations against Sierra,” I say without turning around, my voice ice-cold, “you’ll regret ever crossing me p>
With that, I stomp into the elevator. The last I see before the door close, is her tear stained face.
Minutes later, I’m tearing out of the parking lot like the hounds of hell are chasing me.
I don’t remember the drive home. I don’t remember walking into the house or making my way to my office. Everything feels unreal.
I collapse into my chair and bury my face in my hands.
How did it get to this? How the fuck is Brook in love with me? How did I not see it? When did it even start?
The questions pound through my skull, relentless, but offering no answers.
How does someone fall in love with their brother-in-law? It’s so wrong.
Did Chloe know? Or did this happen after she died?
I drag in a breath, but it catches halfway because suddenly, It makes sense.
No wonder she was so against the baby. No wonder she didn’t want Sierra moving in. No wonder she’s been targeting her from the moment she found out Sierra was carrying my child. She thought Sierra was taking something that was supposed to be hers.