Chapter 156: They Built This Hell

Reese I don’t even know what’s crazier—the fact that Roman’s fiancée just accused me of plotting to murder my own brother, or the fact that she so casually implied I slept with Dahlia. Dahlia. My blood brother’s wife. I would have liked to pretend that I didn’t know how the hell she even arrived at that conclusion? How the fuck any of them did. But I do. I can already picture it—Father whispering his poison into Roman’s ear like he always does. He’s the one who first questioned my closeness with Dahlia years ago, planting those ugly little seeds of doubt. And when she died, he must’ve found it convenient to turn me into his scapegoat again. Because if there’s one thing the great General is good at, it’s rewriting history to keep his filthy hands clean. And Roman, like the dutiful son he’s always been, swallowed every word. Believed our father who lied through his front teeth. Roman’s hatred for me didn’t just happen overnight—it was carefully crafted. But I understood it. I didn’t figh