My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 665

Chapter 665

“I don’t want you, I want my dad…” I whispered.

He exhaled slowly and rubbed both hands over his face before letting them fall, “Then you’re leaving me with no choice. If you’re determined to see Giovanni, I’m going to tell Vincenzo. I’m going to tell Raphael too. Everything. Everything your father put you through.”

My fingers twitched.

“Hazel begged me never to bring it up. She believed forcing those memories back on you would only hurt you again but if you’ve forgotten enough to think walking back into his life is safe then maybe you deserve to know exactly why your mother spent years trying to keep him away from you.”

For a second, I couldn’t hear anything. Then I turned my head toward him completely.

“If you do that… I’ll tell Raphael everything.”

Salvatore frowned, “And what would that be?”

“I’ll tell him what you said to me,” his expression changed immediately, “I’ll tell him you threatened me. I’ll tell him you told me to stay away from him. I’ll tell him you called me his bed warmer. I’ll tell him you called me a whore.”

His face lost its color.

“And I’ll tell him that the day my mother died,” I leaned forward slightly, “You told me to leave this house.”

“Gianna-”

“No,” I cut him off, “You wanted honesty, so let’s be honest.”

His mouth opened but he didn’t know what to say, his frown deepened.

“I know Raphael. You know he doesn’t trust you. You know he still carries his mother’s death with him every single day.”

Salvatore’s shoulders stiffened.

I didn’t stop, “And you know how protective he is of me,” my voice stayed frighteningly even, “So ask yourself something. If he hears your version and then he hears mine… If it came down to you standing on one side and me on the other, who do you think Raphael would choose to believe?”

Salvatore looked at me as though he were seeing me for the first time.

Shaking his head in disbelief, he leaned back in his chair, “I never wanted us to become enemies.”

I let out a breath, “We’re not but we’re not family either.”

“That’s not fair,” Salvatore said, his voice tightening, “Isabella’s death was an accident. Hazel was already sick.”

“Maybe, but Raphael doesn’t see it that way. You remember what happened at the funeral? You remember what Raphael did when you put your hand on me.”

The memory passed between us without either of us saying it.

“That was before he knew anything. Imagine what happens when he learns the truth. He’ll never look at you the same way again.”

I could see it in his face.

He knew I wasn’t wrong.

“Every choice you’ve made has led us here. If you want any chance of keeping your family together, then stop trying to control my life.”

I stepped away from the desk.

“And stay out of my way.”

He simply stood there, staring at me, as though he had finally realized the frightened girl he’d expected to persuade was no longer standing in front of him.