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The night definitely was not going to end the way I had anticipated. First, to was that facing messenger, whom I wasted to kill. And now this.

How did we not hear Jade some so close. Though, even if I had been calm enough to hear her footsteps, my mind wouldn’t have guessed it was her. I would have thought maybe it was Donald or one of his men, or even the maids. But not her. And now she heard what we said about her father.

She was pissed. Rightfully so. The man portrayed himself as a saint so perfectly that if I hadn’t gotten hard proof he was a horrible shit, I wouldn’t have believed it.

I have always known he was manipulative and he had sociopathic tendencies. The way he acted the way you would expectant upright human would. But he had mental issues. I may not have a diagnoses but it doesn’t matter. All you had to do was look closely into the things he did and it would be clear.

My first sign shooed have been the fact that he was close to Brandon. My dad’s stepbrother and the