Chapter 39
Chapter Thirty-Nine
OPHELIA
It’s been a week since I moved into my uncle’s house. Dad still won’t return my phone calls or texts. I reached out to Athena with no luck. Apollo spoke to his mother and begged her to see reason. Even Atlas and Ares tried to convince her. But she’s equally pissed as my dad.
Ares texts me dozens of times every day. Most of them are naughty, and some include pictures and videos of his big dick. While my uncle was out one night, we video-chatted and got off together.
I’m lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, when my phone dings. It’s after eleven o’clock when I would have been at The O Club if not for my stupidity.
I only have myself to blame.
As I read the text message from Ares, I smile at the picture of his hard dick and the words accompanying it. His head is always in the gutter.
Ares
My cock misses you. :)
Ophelia
Do you think with anything other than your dick?
Ares
Sometimes
Atlas misses you. He hasn’t stopped sketching you since that night.
Ophelia
You know where I’m going with this, Ares.
Ares
Fine, little dragon. I miss you.
I miss having you in my bed.
My sheets barely smell like you anymore.
Ophelia
I miss you too. I hate this.
No one will ever understand.
Ares
I don’t care what anyone thinks.
You’re mine.
My heart swells in my chest. Ares isn’t the man I thought. When we first met, I wanted to kill him. I can’t imagine going through a single day without him.
The front door slams, and my uncle says, “Ophelia, where are you?”
I sit up and leave the phone on the bed, following his voice to the kitchen. His house is about half the size of mine. But he lives here alone, with only the staff. He never married or had kids.
Alexander pours a glass of scotch and hands me a bottle of water. I take it and twist off the top, eyeing my uncle suspiciously.
“You should sit for this.” He slides a chair from the table and sits beside me. “I have a friend who works at the courthouse. She called after your father filed a new will this morning.”
I take another sip and set the bottle on the table. “My dad cut me out, didn’t he?”
My uncle nods. “I’m so sorry, sweet girl. You don’t deserve this.” He slides a folder in front of me. “It’s rather interesting.”
I remove the papers from the folder. “Did he disinherit you too?”
Another nod. “But I expected it.”
Alexander had filled me in on the beef with my father. They had been fighting for a few months, but I didn’t think it was that serious. Just the usual brotherly fights. Alexander selling his stake in Olympus to my dad for cash must have been the last straw.
I scan the pages, reading so quickly that I’m unsure I understand everything. However, I fully grasp that Athena will inherit my father’s fortune when I have worked so hard to become my father’s heir.
I leave all my personal and business assets, including homes, jewelry, cars, art, and valuables, to my wife, Athena Drakos.
And I leave a word of advice to my daughter, Ophelia Drakos. Challenge this will, and you will get nothing. If Athena forgives you one day, she will decide what you deserve.
I collapse into a boneless lump on the table and sob. The tears stream down my cheeks like water breaking through a dam. “I thought he would get over it.”
My uncle leans over to rub my back. “We can have a will changed. This isn’t permanent. Belen isn’t thinking clearly. Athena has gotten into his head and is fucking with this family. And when I prove it, she’s dead.”
I hate Athena.
I hate them.