The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Chapter 261: YOU JUST SNITCHED ON YOUR FATHER!

Third pov

Victoria’s face twisted with pure rage. The little brat had ruined it all. There was nothing they could do about the pictures.

And how on Earth had the police arrived already? It hadn’t even been ten minutes since Angel had sent those pictures.

Unless the stupid girl had called the police first too!

Devin’s eyes widened in panic as he glanced around. "No, no, no, Finnegan is on his way. The police will be here any second."

He backed away, his hands trembling, looking like a cornered animal. His gaze darted toward the hedges. "I’m not getting caught here. Not like this. Not because of some sniveling little idiot!"

"I’m not the one who got caught because I couldn’t keep it in my pants," Angel shrugged, and that just inflamed Devin’s anger more.

Victoria grabbed his arm, her fingers digging into the fabric of his sleeve, desperation written all over her face. "Devin, wait! You can’t leave me here alone! What am I supposed to-"

But Devin wrenched free and sent Victoria stumbling, his lip curling in a snarl. "I have to go. Cover for me, and you better keep your mouth shut!"

He limped away, slipping through the hedges and vanishing into the night. Victoria stood frozen for a split second, gaping as she realized he had just abandoned her.

Then she turned on Angel with fury in her eyes. She crossed the distance between them in three strides and grabbed Angel by the shoulders, her fingers biting into her skin as she shook her violently.

Angel’s teeth rattled, her head snapping

back and forth.

"You ungrateful bastard!" Victoria screamed, spittle flying from her lips, her beautiful face contorted into an ugly look.

"Do you know what you just did? You just ruined everything! Months of planning, years of planning, and you destroyed it with your pathetic little spy games!"

Angel tried to pull away, twisting in her grip, but Victoria’s fingers were iron, digging in hard enough to leave bruises. "Let me go! You’re hurting me!"

"Hurting you?" Victoria laughed bitterly. "You have no idea what hurting is. You have no idea what I’ve sacrificed, what I’ve endured, playing the dutiful wife to that cold, heartless man while waiting for Devin to take his rightful place!"

Angel managed to wrench one arm free, but Victoria struck her before she could escape, her hand cracking hard across Angel’s face.

Angel stumbled back, her cheek exploding with pain, hot and stinging, tears springing to her eyes. She pressed her hand to her face. "Don’t touch me!"

Victoria advanced, her chest heaving with anger, her eyes gleaming with darkness.

"Don’t touch you? You’re my daughter. I can do whatever I want with you. I gave birth to you. I suffered for you. And this is how you repay me? By betraying me to Finnegan and his little whore?"

"Merriam Webster would disagree about you being my mother!" Angel shot back.

"You think you’re so special? You think you’re Finnegan’s precious little girl?" Victoria leaned in close, her breath hot against Angel’s ear, her voice dropping to a venomous whisper.

"Has it ever occurred to you that you are not his. You never were. He’ll throw you to the dogs when he finds out!"

The words hit Angel like cold water over an open wound, her eyes widened and her lips fell apart in shock.

She felt sick. It was a deep, nauseating sickness that twisted in her stomach and made her legs weak.

"No... you’re lying!" she yelled.

"Am I? I’m the one who carried the baby, aren’t I? Do you want us to do a DNA test then?!"

Devin’s daughter?

Angel shook her head rapidly trying to amke some sense of this nerve rattling revelation.

"You... you don’t even love me," Angel whispered, her voice cracking, tears streaming down her face. She glanced up at Victoria and saw nothing warm on her face.

"You never did. You only used me. You’re not a mother, you’re a monster. I hate you! I hate everything about you!"

She shoved Victoria away with all her strength, her palms slamming against her mother’s chest, sending her stumbling backward.

"You are just an ovary donor! I hope my Dad divorces you and never lets you near me again. You don’t deserve him. You don’t deserve any of us. You’re going to rot in prison, and I’m going to forget you ever existed!"

Victoria’s eyes flashed with fury, her hand raising for another strike, but before she could respond, Finnegan’s voice cut through the garden.

"Get the fuck away from my daughter!"

Finnegan sprinted across the garden with Abigail close behind him. He reached Angel first, scooping her up into his arms, holding her tightly against his chest, his heart hammering against her cheek.

Abigail rushed in right after, wrapping her arms around both of them.

"Angel," Finnegan murmured, his voice thick with fear and relief, his arms trembling as he held her.

"That was incredibly brave... but also incredibly stupid. You should never do that again. Do you understand me? Never put yourself in danger like this. I can’t lose you, Princess. Christ, what were you thinking?!"

Angel only smiled weakly, burying her face in his shoulder. She didn’t say anything else. She couldn’t. Inside, something deep and painful was eating at her, shaking the foundation of everything she knew.

What if she was not his daughter? What if everything she thought was real was a lie? What would her Dad do when he found out?

Would he still love her? Would he look at her differently, knowing she was the product of the worst betrayal imaginable?

The questions circled like vultures in her head, but she pushed them down, burying them deep. Not now.

The police swarmed in, weapons drawn, shouting commands, cuffing Victoria as Devin’s accomplice.

The photos Angel had sent were damning evidence of her involvement. Not even the pope could get her out.

Victoria screamed as they dragged her away. "Finnegan! You can’t do this to me! I’m Angel’s mother! You have no right!"

Finnegan didn’t even bother to look at her. His only concern was his daughter and his woman beside him. And the nagging question of where his insane brother was.