Page 84 of Reckless Vengeance

“What are you watching?” Skeeter asked as he appeared with a towel wrapped around him, making us all shush him.

Rory was also wrapped in a towel, but her eyes narrowed on the TV, sensing the emotions in the room. She knew something was wrong.

“How long was the affair going on for? Are you still seeing your mistress? Will she be attending the premiere?” another reporter asked as they shoved their microphone in his face.

“For legal reasons, I don’t want to comment on this. Today is about welcoming Tyson into the spotlight and celebrating his success. Thank you,” Walter said smoothly, steering his apparent son away from the cameras and reporters.

“Who the fuck is that?” Skeeter asked, frowning as Tyler stood and stalked out of the room. “What did I miss?”

“Ty’s dad apparently has a secret love child that’s making his acting debut. Anika is divorcing him too,” Caden said as he stood to follow Tyler. Rory was already heading into the bedroom to grab some clothes, and Lukas blew out a breath.

“How can they do that to him?”

“Isn’t that normal among the rich and famous?” Skeeter scoffed.

“Ty didn’t know about any of it,” I sighed, his face scrunching with annoyance.

“Seriously?”

“Deadly. Told you they’re pieces of shit,” I grumbled, hearing the door slam. “This is going to push him over the edge.”

“Caden will talk him down again,” Lukas said seriously, but he didn’t look that convinced.

Tyler

I couldn’t breathe. My parents were getting divorced? I had a brother?

The mistyping of my name as Tyson now made a lot of sense when Dad texted me. I’d bet money on him knowing all about the guy since he was conceived and he was only going public about it now because the guy was going to be famous.

I slammed the front door and started walking down the road, not knowing where I was going. I fumbled with my phone as I googled Dad, finding multiple reports of Tyson Johnson, not surprised to see he’d taken on our family name.

The guy had gotten into Harvard at sixteen, had finished at the top of his classes his whole life, and had multiple businesses. He was only twenty and had a load of self-made wealth alongside his fancy new Harvard degree.

A scoff left me as I read an article about how Dad was ecstatic to form a relationship with the son he’d always wanted. As if I didn’t exist.

“Hey, wait up,” Caden called as he jogged to catch up, snatching my phone before I could stop him. “This won’t help. You know the paps like to twist things. You won’t find the truth in articles.”

“How else am I supposed to find out what the fuck is going on? It’s not like my parents will tell me,” I snapped, trying to snatch it back. “Don’t fuck with me right now.”

“I’m not. Let’s ask Mom to do some digging.”

“Your mom can’t fix everything, Holloway.”

“I’m not expecting her to fix anything, but she can find out some facts. She’s got a lot of lawyer and cop friends.”

“You think my parents would hire lawyers that talk? C’mon, I know you think your mom’s the only person at the top of the food chain, but my parents are loaded, Caden. There’s no way anyone’s going to leak information,” I spat, trying to swing at him when he refused to hand my phone back.

Skeeter moved between us and gave me a gentle push back, eyeing me. He must have thrown some sweats on and come straight after me too since that was all he had on.

“Don’t turn on your friends over this. They’re your real family.”

I swung at him next, getting a few hits in before he swung back, knocking me on my ass with one punch. It hurt like a bitch, and I got ready to swing at him again when he leaned down to hold my gaze.

“You done?” He put a hand out to help me to my feet, confusing me as I took it and stood. “Good. Be angry, break shit, whatever you want to do, but don’t take it out on the only people who have had your back.”

“My phone⁠—”

“Give him his phone back,” Skeeter bit out, making Caden glare at him.