The Game of Betrayal

Phoebe's POV

I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the wall, my thoughts racing and spinning in disbelief and anger after what Antonio had just told me.

His words echoed repeatedly in my mind—my father had fathered a child with another woman. How could this be true? The man who raised me, the one I thought was strong and honorable, had been hiding a dark secret all along. It was hard to believe, but then again, everything he had done lately pointed to it being true.

How could my father have done this? What kind of man was he, to betray my mother like this? And who was the whore who bore him a son?

What did she look like? How long had this been going on? And when my mother found out? Oh, she would almost lose her mind... I didn’t even want to think further about it. It would shatter her.

But to my father, I wasn’t even sure we mattered anymore. To him, I realized, I was nothing more than a pawn—just like Sheila. We were pieces he could u