Chapter 31

I felt as if I had just heard the joke of the century—Jack made me so angry that I almost laughed. He lounged on the couch, clouds of smoke swirling around him. Initially, he seemed to be deep in thought. Then, he made up his mind. He took a long drag of his cigarette and blew out a thick ring of smoke. His eyes bore into me, cold and calculating. "Remember, my blood runs through your veins, and you carry the Wiley name. It's about time you pulled your weight around here. "Well, what are you waiting for? Surely you're not expecting me to hold your hand and guide you through this!" It dawned on me that he really did see me as something that could be bought and sold at will. I couldn't help but wonder if I was nothing more than a plaything to him. A burning anger rose in my chest. I should've known that I didn't have a home anymore. I lost everything the moment my parents got divorced. I couldn't call my father's place home because he had his own daughter and wife. I couldn