Maybe by Ella Miles

Author:Ella Miles [Miles, Ella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ella Miles

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Kinsley

“We will need to do the commercial soon, Ms. Felton, to ensure we can get it going in full swing before Mr. Felton’s trial starts,” Catherine, our marketing director, says on the other end of the line.

“I have the perfect model to do the commercial. Leave it to me to schedule her. Schedule the shoot for tomorrow.”

“Will do.”

I hang up the phone and go to call Scarlett to ask her to do the commercial, but the stack of papers Killian gave me is drawing me toward them. Every second I’ve had them in my possession, I’ve been tempted to read them, but I’m too loyal to my family and my own feelings to give in. Instead, I brought them to my father’s office with me and placed them on the desk where they have been tempting me ever since.

I grab the papers and place them in front of me. I don’t want to read them. I don’t want to know who is lying—my father or Killian. I can’t stand the thought that either man is a liar. I’m not even sure if these papers will prove it either way. I just have to read them.

I flip the page and begin reading. That’s when I realize every page has my signature, my actual signature that isn’t forged. I know because I was there. I signed them. I just didn’t know what I was signing. I was always told the papers had to do with my inheritance. But I realize now that’s not what these papers are. My father had me sign them as a way to keep his criminal activities in the family. As a way of tying them to me because he wanted to pass the company off to my future husband, to Killian, and he wanted insurance we wouldn’t go to the police ourselves. That we would continue the criminal activities.

The papers are all lies my father and grandfather told the IRS, investors, and employees. Money transfers that don’t show where they got the money and money that just suddenly disappeared. Every single page is a lie. A lie they told to make more money.

I drop the papers when I realize the truth and watch them scatter on the floor. Killian is right. My father and grandfather are criminals.

I expect tears to fall, except my tears are gone from crying all night because I had to say good-bye to Killian. I expect he is halfway to Kansas by now. Instead of sadness though, I feel anger. I’m angry at my family for what they have put me through, but most of all, I’m angry at my father because I thought he loved me above all else.

I shake my head. He wasn’t a father. Not a real father. Real fathers don’t lie to their daughters and then drag them into their criminal activities.

I swipe all the frames of the family off my father’s desk and watch them fall to the floor, but it’s not enough to satisfy my anger. I

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