130. Hello, bride

130.

Third Person POV.

Peter was bubbling with excitement inside of him now, knowing his ticket to freedom was now within reach.

Years of searching for that daughter of his has come to an end.

Fuck his dead wife, Helen, and yeah, fuck David Truman, Peter smirked inwardly.

What he loved most about this minute is the fucking hatred and confusion he's implanting in Vera's mind.

He's not here to just take the girl to Anton but he also intends to change her notion about David Truman.

He wants to paint the man black before Vera and that's working.

The very dark, distant look on Vera's face is a pure indication.

Oops, Peter smirked again, wondering about the emotional turmoil Vera must be going through.

It's obvious the girl had been seeing the man as her knight in shining armor but now, that same man is the bane of her existence.

Damn, Peter loves this.

It only means…he'll finally settle with his true love and live peacefully with this grandmother and child. That's the family he