Chapter 52

Ophelia's POV

I waited until he walked away before I sat up on the bed and wiped my tears away with my palms.

Idiot.

Living in a house filled with men, had taught me the art of manipulation at a very young age and I used it to my benefit. A pout here, a frown there, and most importantly tears. Once I started shedding them, I always had my way. My father and Luke were prime examples of my manipulative behaviour. Kayden was small fish, as such, he had fallen right into my trap.

By playing the helpless female, I'd given him a sense of superiority, a sense of power over me, power to think that he could make rational decisions for me, not knowing that he was the little puppet dancing to my tune.

Throughout breakfast, I was expecting him to bring up the talk, to try and tell me in polite terms that 'it was time for me to leave', he didn't, instead he let me stay in his house and was even happy when I told him I would prepare dinner.