Chapter 76

Mark felt stupid and small as he sat on Ian’s couch with four people sitting opposite him and judging him. He wouldn’t have resorted to ever coming to Ian but his pride was nothing when all his hard work was stolen. He knew he should have never listened to his mother. The woman always wanted what was best for herself, she never really cared about his devices unless they could actively help her. She wasn’t like Hillary.

He was always so jealous of Ian and Rita, they had it all. They were the legitimate grandchildren of Alexander and their mother was Hillary. He was stuck with Morgana, who would sooner sell him to the devil than stand against his father, and he hated it.

Rita sat on the edge of the couch, looking down at him with poorly hidden disgust in her eyes. She eyed him like he wasn’t human, merely a pig that shouldn’t have had the audacity to sit on her brother’s pristine couch. She looked at him like they didn’t share a single drop of blood.

Ian’s wife, still in a fucking mas