Chapter 300

What the hell had he done?

Elmo paced the lobby, his hand clamped over his mouth, his breath hyperventilating into his hand, as his staff watched on bemused. Dylan was the only one with the nerve to approach him.

"Is everything okay, sir?"

He didn’t answer—I didn't even hear him. His mind was with Brianna, hating what he’d done to her. He could see her in his mind’s eye, standing frozen as he’d shamed and humiliated her—and for what?

Because once she’d wanted him?

Because all this time she’d loved him?

It was like an axe splitting his skull open—and he hated himself more as he remembered that night they’d first met. Hell, if he’d had a photo of her, if she’d been in a magazine...

Maya was poison—she twisted things, blurred the truth—and she wasn’t Brianna.

Just as he wasn’t Elpido, so Maya wasn’t Brianna.

sweet, trusting Brianna—which she was.

She was!

He trusted her. For the first time in the longest time, he trusted someone—actually believed in someone—and it truly terrified him.

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