Ronan POV
I sat on the left side of the large dining table, opposite my mother; my father sat in the middle, acting like he owned everyone.
Lewis Blackthrone is a selfish, cold, and ruthless man who loves control and fear that he sometimes feeds on it,
Ever since I have known him, I haven't seen an affectionate bone in him, not even towards my mother.
It was as though he was made without the emotions part, or maybe he had just learned how to school the emotions.
My mother, Veronica Blackthrone, is just like him; she is only womanly, and he cares for making people fear him and ruling their lives; she cares for manipulating and plotting against them to do her bidding.
No wonder I had turned out the way I did; having parents like them could mess one up.
"What is it dear? Why haven't you touched your meal?" Veronica asked.