#Chapter 232: Murderer

Ella’s POV I was still shaking off the lingering nerves of the night before when my father arrived. It took Alexander and I all of one shared look between us to know what he had come for. Last night, I killed Margaret. Goddess, I killed her. Even as I quickly dressed and prepared for the meeting with my father, the man who had raised me, fear gripped my body like a vise. Despite what Margaret did, I never meant to kill anyone. Never. But now, I had my stepmother’s blood on my hands, and my father was coming to get his revenge. Would he lock me up, I wondered? Use the incident to blackmail us into giving him his monthly payments again? Or something far worse? I didn’t know what my father was capable of anymore, if he had been complicit in Margaret’s crimes. I didn’t know what he would do to me. By the time we made our way downstairs, my father was waiting in the parlor. He was standing by the window, looking at the morning frost on the glass. He had