My Dark Desire (Dark Prince Road #2) Read Online L.J. Shen

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark Tags Authors: Series: Dark Prince Road Series by L.J. Shen
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Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 169305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 847(@200wpm)___ 677(@250wpm)___ 564(@300wpm)
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A flurry of feet charged in several directions.

The door to the backyard whined open. The lighting fixtures rattled with the heavy footsteps above. Cabinet doors creaked open in rapid succession.

Zach yawned, possibly… amused by my life circumstances. “She wouldn’t hide in a cabinet.”

Vera swung another open. “Why not?”

“Because she is not a complete idiot.”

“Trust me, she is⁠—”

“I don’t.”

“W-what?”

“I don’t trust you. Keep looking.” He checked his wristwatch. “I want her head on a platter, and I want it before my six o’clock appointment across town.”

I saw the words for what they were.

A declaration of war.

If he thought I’d sit down and take it, he had another thing coming.

Just because I accepted abuse at home to ensure the protection of my assets didn’t give him free reign to make me his new favorite game.

Before Dad passed, I’d spent my entire life giving my step-monsters hell.

To the point where Vera had all but begged for me to move to Seoul, Reggie handed me brochures of every reputable plastic surgeon, and Tabby marked a map with all the foodie hotspots. (I didn’t even know she could read a map.)

I know how to fight, Zachary Sun.

Gloves off. No mercy. Until I draw blood.

“I wouldn’t put anything past her.” Venom seeped through Vera’s tone. “I’ve tried with her, Mr. Sun. I really have. But Farrow is beyond repair. It’s those genes her mother gave her, I think. She’s…”

She exhaled but didn’t finish the sentence.

“She’s what?”

“So unladylike.”

“Expand.”

“Unruly, feisty, mannerless. A tomboy.” The word burst past her bared teeth. Vera slammed a cabinet shut, pausing to shake her head. “She got into so much trouble growing up. Can you believe they kicked her out of private school at sixteen? She gave away the morning-after pill to students who needed them. For free.”

And I’d do it all over again.

Fuck the patriarchy.

While we’re at it—screw Vera, too.

“Did she ever finish high school?”

At this point, did it matter?

Ironically, the closest I’ve ever come to using my GED is via the research skills required to break into your home.

“Barely.” She tossed her hands in the air. “Her father had the mind to ship her off to a fencing academy in Seoul. It’s what she wanted all along, anyway. She always looked down at me and my poor daughters. Wouldn’t let me choose her clothes, get her nails done, or cut that god-awful hair.”

“College?”

Vera snickered, waving a hand. “Not even community college. Tabitha, however, has a B.A. from Columbia and my sweet Reggie went to the prestigious⁠—”

“No need to finish the sentence. I assure you, no part of me cares.”

Even if every part of him cared, Tabby did not, indeed, have a degree from that Columbia.

But Columbia College of Maryland didn’t exactly have the same ring to it.

Vera opened the fridge. What did she think? That I’d stuffed myself between her gallon of probiotic yogurt and double-XL pickled onion jar?

Somebody call Sherlock and tell him he might be out of a job.

Mr. Sun was obviously not as thoroughly appalled as Vera wanted him to be because she proceeded to the fake-crying portion of the program, except she couldn’t quite siphon out a tear, so her nose just scrunched up and down.

Vera swiped her cheek. Dry as a Chilean desert.

“She fought me over that pendant. Gave me hell. But we needed the money. Her late father worked on very slim margins, and my girls need to be provided for until the insurance money kicks in.” She spoke as if Reggie and Tabby were children, not capable women in their mid-twenties. “I am beyond embarrassed at Farrow’s behavior.”

I was embarrassed, too.

To be affiliated with this hot mess.

Thankfully, not through DNA.

Zach cut through her moaning. “Mrs. Ballantine?”

“Yes?”

“Try the pantry and put us both out of the misery that is this conversation.”

“Oh. Right. Good idea.”

Her footsteps neared.

My elbows dug deep into my hips. The spatula almost fell from my clammy grip. Tiny hairs leapt up from the nape of my neck.

I rocked back on my heels and drew in a breath, preparing myself for the worst.

Vera’s fingers stretched out.

I chanced one final glance at Zach through the slats and regretted it. He wore a ghost of a smile, his back against the island, one ankle crossed over the other.

With eerie precision, his eyes found mine through the shuttered door.

I jerked back, slamming my head into a can.

He’d figured it out.

He knew.

The bastard knew.

The bright chandeliers blinded me for a moment.

I blinked to adjust my eyes.

I felt bare. Naked and exposed.

I knew what I looked like. With my tattered clothes and my hair pulled back. Tomato stains up and down my arms. A freaking spatula nestled in my fist.

Normally, I wouldn’t care. But I wanted Zach to see me as his equal.

Vera pointed at me, turning her gaze to her guest. “There she is.”

Everything—from her voice to her fingertips—shook.


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