Chapter 138 CHAPTER 138
Michael’s POV
“Why?” she asked.
“I’ll tell you everything later, but you must not listen to Alpha Dover,” I said. “I’ll be back as soon as possible.”
The call ended. I turned around and headed back into the house. I hated my father for what he was trying to do to evelyn and I, but I could not watch him fall into a trap.
I found him in his room this time. He was retiring to bed very early in the day.
“What was that all about?” I asked.
“I don’t know what you are talking about, son,” he said.
“Rosaleen, and the girl. Anna. Are you really falling for Rosaleen’s traps again?”
He huffed and turned to his side. “I’m the Mayor of New York, Michael. I have more important matters to attend to.”
“Well, not for long,” I said. “Because Dover is coming after you.”
He turned back to face me. “What do you mean?”
“He’s filing a charge against Rosaleen for murder and blackmail,” I said. “And you were involved with her. She has a room in your house.”
“Murder?”
“Yes. you heard that right. Rosaleen had her PA murdered by a mercenary a few months ago.”
He sat up in bed. “Are you making up these stories just so I can send her away?”
I laughed. “I wish.” I moved closer. “You were convinced that Evelyn Moon was the problem. You thought you would lose at the elections because I announced her as my wife, but you didn’t. You won. Rosaleen is the real problem here. If you don’t get as far away from her as possible, Dover is going to drag you in the same net and it will be the end of everything you’ve ever worked hard for.”
“What is he going to rope me in for? Housing her?”
It took all I had in me not to scream at him. “She is going to be prosecuted for murder. Murder!”
“Is this for a fact or is she being set up?” he asked.
“For a fact. His niece, Flora, was a close friend of the PA before he was killed.”
He got out of bed. “I can’t send Rosaleen away,” he said.
“Why?”
He sighed. “She knows too much. Enough to ruin this family for good anyway.”
I folded my arm over my chest. “What does she know?"
“She knows a lot” he glanced at me. “She saw your mother's diary,” he said, rising up from the bed.
“How could she have seen it? That’s impossible,” I said.
“She had pictures.”
I had placed the diary in my drawer. There was no way she would have access to it. “That diary was in my room. The only way she could have accessed it is if someone gave it to her,” I said. “The point is you have to get yourself untangled from her as soon as possible. And the only way is to say the truth. She can’t have anything on you if you say the truth.”
He walked to the window. “The truth would hurt more than any lie, Michael,” he said. “No one is ready for the truth. Not even me.”
“Did you kill her?” I asked, my heart beating fast. “Did you kill my mother?”
He looked at me. “I wanted to. I planned how to. But I didn't, I didn't kill her.” he said.
I was shocked by those words but I wasn't surprised.
“You wanted to kill her?” I asked angrily.
“She hid so much from me,” he said. “When I found out about who she really was and that she was having an affair, I asked her to leave. I was not going to tell the world what she had done, she was supposed to leave quietly and never come back. Then she went behind my back and she started talking to John Dover.”
“John Dover?”
“Yes,” he said. “The same Dover. He was trying to use her to get to me. When i found out, I hired an assassin to kill her. But my hired assassin found her dead so there was no need to kill her.”
My heart stilled and something burned in my eyes. “You … you could have actually killed her?”
“I had no choice,” he said.
He didn't sound even a bit remorseful. I leaned against a wall. “So who did? Who killed her?”
He stared at me. “I don't know, I didn't bother to find out. It was convenient enough that someone had done it and saved me the stress and there was someone available to pin the murder on. I don’t go about poking at nests. Does this truth sound like something you want to be all over the news?”
It definitely wasn’t. I hadn't imagined that my father would have planned to kill my mother. I had thought about it briefly, but I imagined I was thinking too far.
“What do we do?” I asked.
“It’s simple,” he said. “We stay united. Dover cannot harm me if he doesn’t know the truth. He’s poking at the nests, Michael. But i won’t react.”
“And Rosaleen?” I asked.
“You marry her to silence her. Once she becomes one of us, she will never expose our secrets.”
“And the charges?” I asked.
“They’ll never find evidence, Michael. Have you not been listening? Dover has nothing on me. He’s just trying to scare me.”
I walked around the room. “I cannot marry her. You can keep her shut using any means you want, You can even murder her for all I care, but I won't be getting married to Rosaleen.”
“It’s the only way, so stop all this madness.” he said, impatiently. “Love has done nothing but cause trouble for this family. I loved Philly and she tried to ruin my life. Evelyn would do the same to you if she had the chance. She is incapable of loyalty, which is not what we need.”
“Evelyn would never do that,” I said confidently. “You should give her a chance, and you should also think about how to get out of this mess with Rosaleen else you'd regret it. If the truth is the only way, then so be it.”
“You won’t dare Michael,” he called out as I walked out of the room.
I ignored him and kept walking.
I have had enough of all the plotting and scheming. I wanted to stay as far away as possible from New York. Somewhere that will be safe for Evelyn and the baby. Perhaps a trip would help.
I called Evelyn and her phone number was busy. I tried again, and this time around it was switched off. I panicked. It was unlike Evelyn to not be reachable.