Shiloh sank onto his bed, his mind reeling from the weight of Marcus's revelations. The news of Thomas's suicide, which had occurred years ago, crashed over him like a relentless wave. But what shook him to the core was the realization that his own fiancé, Lucian, had played a role in this tragic event. The knowledge pierced through his heart, leaving him shocked and dismayed. Why am I always the last person to know these things? Shiloh's hands curled into a fist. He felt like a fool.
Always the last to know. Lucian never told him anything! Never confided in him, yet expected his full fidelity. Not anymore. Shiloh was done with that shit. He's been kidnapped and forced to stay here against his will and he wasn't even fucking married to the bastard yet. No. Shiloh would find his own way out.