Chapter 110

***Levi.***

"BB?" I echoed.

*How the fuck did she know that name?*

She was livid. But her tears confused me. I drew closer and she backed away. Her hands in mid-air.

"No sex this time." She muttered, fiercely. More tears.

I wasn't thinking of that, but I wouldn't pass it off, if she offered.

I halted a few feet away. "Kenya, what happened? Where did you hear that name?" I asked, calmly. She sobbed.

"Someone met me tonight at the party, saying that BB would ensure you lost me and everything, like you destroyed his enterprise and all he had." Her voice had a perceptible tremor.

"What happened recently in Colombia? Is that where you had the wound? What happened to your first wife and the journalist that was investigating your company?"  She asked.

I froze.

The only other person that knew of the investigation and the journalist's existence, was Crompton. But he had no idea about the recent happenings in Colombia or about Belle.

I had thoroughly checked Crompton out. He was as clean as fuck. Only had a loud bark. Always boasting, snooping around. Just like I had snooped him out. That was the reason I never bothered about him digging me out.

*Who was this person?*

"What happened to my father?" Her question came. Freezing my nerves. Almost buckling me.

This couldn't be happening now. The moment I had dreaded the most. The reason I had erased the fucking journalist. I was taken aback by this and had no answer.

"Tell me it isn't trueTell me this BB or whatever, is just trying to destroy us." She cried.

I looked at her, pain in my heart, because I couldn't tell her all she needed to hear. My fists clenched tight, my nails digging into my palms.

"What happened to my father, Levi?" Her voice came again.

I raised my gaze to her.

*Why was I speechless*?

I needed to speak. To tell her my side of the story. But I couldn't.

Then I saw her move away, crossing to her closet. She brought down clothes and a suitcase and started packing them in. I frowned.

*What was she doing?*

"What are you doing?" My voice was thick as I crossed to meet her. She ignored me, continuing with her packing.

Frustrated, I pulled her. Pressed her close to me.

"Let me go!" She fiercely spat, her eyes red. I really saw her pain, but I didn't know how to alleviate it. *How could I heal what I had inflicted?*

Caressing her face, I spoke gently. "If you are planning to leave, you can't." I was quiet.

"I would, because you no longer have a hold on me. I am independent now." She sneered. I was in no mood to argue. I was exhausted and I needed to rest. But most of all, I needed her here with me.

"You don't know me, Baby." My tone dropped. Menacing. All that cuddly bullshit disappeared. I needed her to get this into her stubborn head.

"If you leave me, I'd show you who I really am." I didn't want to scare her. But this was my last resort.

"You see this as a shackle right? Look behind the shackles of our marriage and see the demon that you are bound to." I snarled.

I pressed her closer. "I don't mind shooting every member of your family, just to make my point clear." I informed her.

Kenya paled. I had no idea how she didn't scream. How she didn't pull away. She just helplessly stared.

My heart ripped to shreds, seeing her like that. I could see her heart in her beautiful eyes. The same eyes that had revered me, hours ago. That had loved me.

Now they were filled with disdain. With a revulsion I never knew possible.

"How do you sleep at night?" Her voice broke. She stifled a sob, trying to be strong. "I can't believe I love you. I can't believe you used those same lips to love me, hours ago. Loving me every night since I succumbed to you. I was a fool." She pulled away, sinking to the floor.

She brought her legs up to her chest, crouched there. Sobbing heavily. I sat down beside her, not reaching for her. Letting her cry. Even though I was guilty of many things, I couldn't claim a trophy for the crime against her father. She needed that truth from me. All the others were mine to keep. To die with.

I just fought death for her, only to have her snatched from me, in seconds. I couldn't let that. Yet I had no idea how to save this.

"I wasn't responsible for your dad's death." I started. I had no idea if she heard me, but she deserved this truth. "My father was. I am only paying for his sins and I don't even know why." My throat was constricted, but I forced words out.

"I got to know that Carson Mines, was opened by dad, years ago. He used it to carry out illegal mining activities for diamonds and other minerals in these countries. Your father's birth country was unfortunately one of them. Someone investigated me and dug this out" My voice broke. Came out hoarse.

"When I got hold of the documents, I immediately issued a disclaimer. Denouncing any involvement with the company and its operatorsI didn't know how to face youwhen I saw your dad's name. And I couldn't let it get to you. I was trying to protect you from this"

"My legAll these years. The humiliation, constant disdain. All because of your father. My mum and sister almost diedAll because of his heinous activitiesYet you aren't any different. And you ask why you had to pay for his sins." Her glare, fiery. Her venom explicit. I couldn't bear her hate. Her love was best.

"It's because you aren't any different. You are just as much of a monster as he was."