The Dark Side Of Fate Chapter 213

~Tamia~

I could not believe the wealth of information Dominic had locked in his heart.

I could see Sylvester's disbelief too.

Dominic's erratic behaviour made a lot of sense. It was an outlet for his trauma.

"Why did you go to war for him?" I asked because I could not hold my tongue.

"Because Devin laid claim on my brother's seat. I couldn't have it. I did not try to kill Devin because he killed our father. I was trying to protect you, Sylvester. Everything I have done is to protect you. I believed everything Larry told me about you being unable to lead and might fall victim to our enemies soon because you will be a point of target. I thought if you stepped down and I took over, they would focus on me. When I got set up, I realised I was wrong and that Larry was a bastard hence why I do not talk to him anymore," He said and then looked at me.

"I did not trust your intentions, Tamia. I hated that you had blinded my brother. When I heard you were affiliated with Devin, I began to suspect Devin had sent you to do a job in the north. That was why I did what I did. But you proved yourself, and now you carry a Volkov in you, and I have seen you stand by my brother through thick and thin. There is no way all this will be pretence. I have watched you. I thought you might sneak off to see Devin. I know you met him in Brighton, an informant told me, and I was ready to laugh at Sylvester when you did not return, but you proved everyone wrong. I do not know what transpired between you two that left him broken, but you came home. That was enough for me to know you had nothing to hide," He said and bowed.

"I am sorry we had a rough start, and I cannot promise you I will be pleasant because I know I can be annoying, but I will never work against you or my brother," He assured me, and I smiled at him. I was glad I told Sylvester the truth about Devin. If not, I would have been in trouble now.

"So now that my brother has rejected his fated for your sake, I hope you won't leave him if you ever find yours," he said with worry and concern in his eyes. I could genuinely see why Stephanie was protective of him. He loved to a fault, and he had a large heart.

"She already rejected her fated for me, Dominic. She did it before she even found out she was pregnant," Sylvester told him, and I felt heat rise to my cheek.

"What? Who was it?" He asked.

"Devin Corrigan," He said, and Dominic cursed.

"Fuck fuck fuck!!" He said, looking at me.

"Was that what happened in Brighton?" He asked me, and I nodded.

"Oh fuck! How did you do it, Tamia? You left that man a broken shell. My informant said he cried." Dominic said, and I felt sorry for Devin.

"You did not have to. All you had to do was leave with him, and yet you took the jet back to the north and came back to my brother," he said, and I was speechless.

"Thank you," He said with a breathy voice.

"Thank you for choosing Sylvester. It means a lot," he said, and Sylvester touched his hand.

"No one should know this," Sylvester told him, and Dominic nodded.

"My lips are sealed." He said, "at least that is something I am good at," he added, and we laughed.

As morbid as the joke was, we laughed.

"I guess I will see you at the games. We will all be staying in the house in Lucland," He said, and Sylvester nodded.

Dominic left us, and it felt like I was still holding my breath.

"I can't believe it. He knew Alissa," I said, and Sylvester was silent. He was stunned.

I could understand his shock. Stephanie never went into detail about the things she endured. She was light about it. I could understand. Witnessing the event had broken Dominic; she might not have wanted Sylvester to be broken too.

"There is no need to tell your mother you know what happened," I told him, and Sylvester wiped away a lone tear he had lost a battle to.

I hugged him to calm him down.

It wasn't easy to find out that most of the things he believed in were lies.

"We will get through everything together, my love. You have me," I said and hugged him tightly.

He wrapped his arms around me and breathed in my scent.

When he did that, I realised he had a different scent.

He smelled of Cedar and Cypress. It was calming, and I breathed him in. It was a sweet scent.

"Cedar, mmmm," I said, and he gently broke the hug.

"What is that?" He asked.

"Your scent since we woke up," I said, and his eyes widened.

"Yours is of Citrus peels," he said, and I was shocked that we had distinct scents instead of our normal, natural scent enhanced by our body wash and lotions.