Betrayed by Truths: Truth or Lies Book 2
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The room where I healed.
I hug my legs to me, sitting in the middle of the bed, like this room can somehow fix everything.
It can’t.
Any feelings I had for Enzo vanished.
I feel nothing.
I’m numb.
I’m broken.
I don’t care about the game.
I don’t care about winning.
I just want him to let me go. He can be Black; I don’t want it. I’ve suffered enough.
The door opens, and Enzo steps inside with an eery calm to him.
I watch him with big eyes as he walks to the bed and sits down on his side, leaning back against the frame and stretching his long legs out in front of me.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“I want to play a game.”
“I’m tired of games.”
“You are never tired of our truth or lies game.”
I freeze. I don’t want to play that game. I don’t want to tell him the truth. I don’t want to tell him how wrong he was downstairs. How badly he hurt me. But I can’t keep it in. And I want to hurt him as badly as he wants to hurt me.
“Fine, you go first.”
“You’re a whore,” he says.
I growl. “You did not just say that.”
“Truth or lie, you’re a whore,” he repeats as plainly as if he were telling me the weather.
“Truth,” I say, because that’s what he thinks of me.
He waits for me to say something. Because apparently, this game is more about telling the truth than it is about concealing things from each other.
“I spent the last three weeks hiding,” I say.
“Truth,” he says almost bored.
Then he looks me dead in the eye. “I never sold you.”
“Lies,” I answer.
He opens his mouth to speak, but I stop him. I need to get my own truth out before he tries to hurt me with whatever comes next.
“Milo beat me.”
“Lies,” he says rolling his eyes.
I rip my hat and sweatshirt from my body, revealing the truth. I spent three weeks alone trying to heal so Enzo would never know what I suffered from Milo. So he wouldn’t look at me as broken. But the damage Milo did couldn’t be healed in three weeks.
My body is as purple and black as it was when I first arrived here after being held captive by Jarod. I’m broken. Milo only had me for twenty-four-hours, but he housed a rage I didn’t think any man could.
“Kai,” Enzo’s voice breaks as he looks at me. And a silent tear drops down his cheek seeing the pain. Seeing what I went through. What I was desperate to stop from happening.
“He beat me because I wouldn’t sleep with him. I wouldn’t spread my legs and become the whore he wanted me to be.”
Enzo winces when I say the word whore, realizing how stupid it was to call me that earlier. I can see the terror on his face at realizing how badly his words hurt me. Almost as badly as what Milo did to my body.
“And your mother’s ring—it did save me in the end. It saved me from being raped. It was his payment, because he knew how badly it would hurt you, which in the end was all he wanted.”
Sorrow fills his face in a way I’ve never seen before. Pain, agony, despair all flow through his veins.
“I didn’t betray you. I never would. I did everything I could think of to keep him from touching me. To keep him from getting your mother’s ring because even though you gave it to me to protect me, I knew how precious it was.”
Silence.
There is nothing he can say to fix this. This can’t be forgiven. Not easily, by either of us.
“You promised to protect me, and you did, with the ring. The bruises are nothing. I would have died if he had raped me. I couldn’t have recovered. But he didn’t, because of that ring.”
My words hurt him, because whatever he came up here to say he still hasn’t said it, and I know his words will be a betrayal of his own. He needed to get back at me, so he did. And I need to hear the monster he has become. Because despite all of it, I still want Enzo. His ring protected me. And that I can never stop thanking him for.
“Tell me,” I say.
His eyes bug open. “I can’t.”
“Tell me what you came here to say.”
“Fuck.” He rubs the back of his neck and looks at me with tear stained eyes.
“I didn’t sell you.”
“You already said that.”
He shakes his head. “I. Didn’t. Sell. You.”
“What?”
He takes my hand, and I pull it away. But he only grabs it again.
“I didn’t sell you.”
“But that’s what the men said. I remember them saying your name when I was sold.”
“That’s what they wanted you to believe.”
I frown. “Why did you hide the truth all this time? Why didn’t you tell me you didn’t sell me?”
“Because it was easier if you hated me. I wanted you to hate me. It was the only way I could protect you from the truth and keep you safe. Because if I didn’t sell you, then someone else did. Someone would be looking for you and try to sell you again.”
“Who?”
“I was wrong. No one is looking for you.”
“Who. Sold. Me?”
He takes a deep breath and squeezes my hand like the next words are going to hurt.
“Your father.”
I gasp; my face goes white.
“What? Why?”
He shakes his head. “Maybe he’s crueler than either of us realized. Maybe he thought you were safer being sold rather than staying here and facing me. Maybe he thought he was toughening you up quickly rather than dealing with years of training. I don’t know the answer, but he sold you.”
I process his words. My father sold me.
It hurts beyond anything else, but it’s not Enzo’s fault. I can forgive him for the worst thing I thought he did to me.
I can forgive him.
And he can forgive me.
And we can move on as what…?
We still have to fight to become Black.
We still can’t date.
We shouldn’t be lovers.
It doesn’t change anything.
We are still enemies.
My father sold me. Of all the things Enzo listed, the only one that makes sense is he did it to toughen me up. To prepare me for what is about to come in these games. That’s why I was never raped on that yacht. He couldn’t bring himself to order those men to rape me, only break me. Push me to my limit.
It makes sense.
I turn back to Enzo who looks like he’s about to be sick. When I’m the one who should be feeling this way.
“What else?” I ask.
He won’t look at me. He’s told two truths, which meant he was saving the worst truth for the end. What truth could be worse than my father sold me?
“Enzo, what was your third truth?”
“I’m so sorry. I thought you had betrayed me, hurt me. I thought you willingly fucked Milo. I thought you gave him the ring to hurt me. It killed me to think you were willing to fuck Milo to win a stupid game. It broke my damn heart.”
“I didn’t though.” And Enzo can’t have feelings for me. It’s not possible. I’m just a possession to him. Not someone who could hurt him.
“I did.”
I frown. “You did what? You fucked Liesel?”
He shakes his head, and I can breathe again. For some reason that would hurt me. Him fucking another woman would kill me as badly as my father’s betrayal.
“Then what?”
“I sold you.”
“But you just said…”
“I didn’t sell you before. But I sold you now, to Milo. He’s coming in an hour, and I’m not sure I can stop him.”
The End
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