HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION (An Erotic Billionaire Romance) novel Chapter 107

Meadow’s POV:

I hadn’t spoken to my father in years. Juniper and I were only ten years old when he was arrested on the counts of embezzlement and murder. I never liked to think about it.

When the detectives had asked me if my father was capable of murder, my answer was yes. Because he was capable. He was cruel and mean–especially to me.

I had no idea who he killed, and frankly, I didn’t care. I was just happy that I didn’t have to live with him anymore. Not that my mother was any better.

One less devil was enough.

And now, that devil was trying to reach out to me.

And Alaric was so determined to find out who it was. While Doctor Kent worked on me, checking my temperature and whatnot, Nova stood beside the bed, occasionally squeezing my fingers.

But Alaric? He stood at the threshold, sleeves folded now, hands in his pockets, top three buttons undone. And he never took his eyes off me.

Not once.

I couldn’t read the expression on his face, but his gaze was dark, his jaw clenched. Was he pissed at me for not speaking up or pissed at me for hiding my phone from him?

“You’ve got a high fever,” Kent said, after a few minutes of doing a check up. “Add to that an extreme headache and cramps? Your body’s just shutting down because you’re overworking it.”

“I’m not overworking my body,” I said nervously.

Kent smirked, and I noticed the way his eyes twinkled with mischief. “So you haven’t been engaging in… honeymoon activities?”

“Kent,” Alaric snapped as heat crept up my neck. Nova choked out a laugh and I shot her a glare. We never even went on a honeymoon. People don’t go on honeymoons for transactional marriages, do they?

“Overstepping,” Kent murmured, amusement lacing his tone. “Got it.” He reached for his bag, searching for something in it. “Rest, take a lot of fluids, and I’ll write you a prescription to get rid of the flu. But for now, take these for the pain.”

I was barely even listening. I was too busy holding my breath, wondering what Alaric was going to do. Because I knew he wouldn’t let it go.

He went and got some water for me to take the pills with. I was so tired, it took me a full minute to sit up and sip from the glass. As I drank, I glanced at him over the rim of the glass. Concern flooded his eyes, and that was when I realized that he wasn’t pissed at me. He was just worried.

The doctor droned on some more and then Alaric escorted him out.

“You’re gonna be okay,” Nova whispered to me as she gently combed her fingers through my hair. It was making me sleepy.

I didn’t want to fall asleep. Alaric would take my phone away.

But I had no control over my already exhausted body. I eventually drifted into sleep. And when I slept, I had a dream.

“Worthless little bitch,” a very familiar deep voice seeped in through my ears. “All the money I spend is wasted on you.”

My lips quivered.

I was eight years old again, locked in my room after Juni had tricked me into giving her my food. She said she only wanted a spoonful of rice, but when no one was looking, she pushed my plate down onto the floor, knowing Dad and Mom would be upset with me.

They were always upset with me, even when I didn’t do anything. Even when Juni did something bad, it was me they yelled at.

“I’m sorry, daddy. It was a mistake.” My voice was tiny, and a gasp escaped my throat when he pushed the door to my room open and lunged for me.

“You will be sorry, Meadow,” he bit out. “I’ll make sure of it.” And then he raised his hand to hit me.

“No!” I gasped, shooting up in bed.

My heart was slamming hard against my ribcage, my breathing so loud I could barely hear Alaric’s voice as he spoke to me.

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