Chapter 145. Utter Chaos

At that moment, Carlos could not see any trace of the betrayer; what he saw was a girl cut off from the outside world who had just gotten a glimpse of her mother. But he knew he could not let himself see that—this was how they got to you, how they found a way into your heart and left you vulnerable to destruction and manipulation.

He could blame it on the night before, how he had been so consumed by passion, by the love he forced himself not to feel. She had been so precious in his diamonds, and he had allowed himself to get too deep into what he absolutely should never have stepped into.

His mind was still very much confused, and the doubt about her was worse than ever. New to him was a guilt he felt whenever he thought about the possibility that she was actually innocent.

What if she was nothing but a girl who had been heartbroken and had found comfort in the arms of a dangerous man for one night? What if she was a girl who was ready to stay with her father’s ene