110. Goldacre

Darian’s pov

"Darian, are you leaving again?" My mom said, her voice almost sounding like she was a little girl who was asking her mommy for help.

Losing my dad had been hard for her, but it was more than that. She didn’t just lose my dad; she lost the life she was used to. People would treat my father like he was an alpha; some respected him while others feared what he could do. Mom was used to this lavish lifestyle, and she never questioned dad’s ways. Maybe she wasn’t allowed; I wasn’t sure what went behind closed doors.

Of course, I wanted to believe that my mother didn’t know anything about this. She had a daughter, and how could someone with a daughter do that to other parents? But my dad did, so who knows?

All I know is that it’s my job now to take care of this family while also making sure I don’t fall into my father’s footsteps. And it’s a lot of pressure. I am used to throwing money at things and getting my way easily. It’s safe to say that up until my father’s death, I was a