Amber’s pov
“Yes I would but that is not why I am doing this,” I said and even knowing that I had his life in my hands he still undermined me.
“You won’t do it; I am the only person who has ever been there for you.
I am your family, and you don’t have the guts,” he said.
I looked at him, the man I once looked up to when I was just a kid.
The man who promised my father on his deathbed that he would take care of me.
He was the only blood family I had left but he always treated me like a tool to be used.
And I did everything he wanted because I thought I was doing it for us.
To help us secure a better future for one another.
He promised to take care of me and all he did for a century was make my life a living hell.
He never let me grow.
He never let me love or care for anyone e
