My breath hitched as I pulled back, covering my mouth. There wasn't a flicker of emotion in his eyes when he just bluntly told me he killed his father.
I had read the article years ago that Elias King died after complications to his health.
"Y-You did that for me?"
"I'd do anything for you."
His confession shook me more, and an unfazed expression was plastered on his face.
My hand dropped to my lap, clenching tightly. All this time, I thought Elias had died peacefully, that my parents never got the justice they deserved.
I moved, my hands pressing into the sofa as I crawled close. Ares leaned back automatically as I saddled his lap.
"I tried to forget you. To move on… to be with... Reed... and forget that I ever loved you," I confessed.
I gasped when his hand shot to my waist, my shirt was hoisted, and his skin made contact with mine.
"Love…" he growled. "You love me."
"You're searching for a wife…"
He narrowed his eyes.
