Chapter 8
My heart skipped a beat at his words, though I forced my expression to remain solid as stone.
“A trap?” I questioned sarcastically. “Is that what you call cheating on your pregnant fiancée?”
“Chloe was working for the Moretti family,” Marcus said calmly, turning around in his seat to face me directly.
The name Moretti sent a chill down my spine; they were the Vale syndicate’s most brutal rival in New York.
“Your sister was feeding information about my supply lines to Victor Moretti for six months,” Marcus continued.
“The night you left, I had just discovered her wiretap hidden inside my desk clock.”
“I confronted her, and when she realized she was caught, she threw herself at me to distract me.”
“She intentionally pulled her blouse open and made noise because she knew someone was near the door.”
I stared at him, my mind spinning as the dark puzzle pieces attempted to realign in my head.
“She knew I was coming up the stairs with the ultrasound?” I whispered, the air leaving my lungs.
“No,” Marcus said, his graying temples highlighting the sheer grief on his face.
“She thought it was my head of security coming to arrest her.”
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“She wanted to make it look like an assault so she could scream for help.”
“You walked away before I pushed her off me and had her locked in the cellar.”
