Chapter 156

Alaric’s POV

“My father died, and you continued to live your life of lies with your family. Your wife, your daughters. Fuck, I fell for your sister-in-law, not even knowing she was related to you.”

Finding out that he was related to Clarissa—the only person I could feel—was the last fucking straw. I was twenty years old when I made the decision to frame Clint Russell. If I didn’t frame him, I was going to kill him.

And so, I found the gun I shot my father with, wiped every single bit of my left-over prints off of it, and then I planted it in his home. That was a risky mission on its own. I was nearly caught, but I managed to escape. And I didn’t look back.

Well, I did look back. 

Putting him in prison wasn’t enough, I was going to ruin his daughters, Juniper and Meadow. That was how hateful I was, how hateful I felt. But among the twins, only one of them caught my attention.

Meadow.

I had hoped she was a terrible human