Chapter 105 He Won’t Help You
The name shing on her phone was Matheo.
If he was calling now, he must’ve seen what was going on…
Julia didn’t know what kind of tone he’d take. Would he be angry? Would he chew her out? Or maybe just maybe he’d believe in her, stand by her side..
–
Her fingers trembled. Her heart pounded. She slowly epted the call, lips pressed into a tight line.
“Hi, Daddy.” Her voice was soft, sweet, and obedient–just like always.
“You tell me. What the hell kind of mess did you just make?!” Matheo’s voice hit like a p.
Julia flinched. Her face went even paler.
“Dad. I…” She stammered, trying to find something–anything–to say. But no excuses came to mind. Her mouth opened, but her eyes were already glossing with <b>tears</b>.
“What were you thinking? Have you lost your damn mind?” Matheo was furious. Angrier than she’d ever heard him.
He’d never spoken to her like this before.
In her memory, Matheo was alwaysposed. Gentle. Kind.
But now he sounded unhinged–violent, even. Harsh and cold.
Julia’s tightly coiled nerves finally snapped.
Her eyes brimmed, and the tears came spilling out.
“Daddy..” Her voice trembled with heartbreak. “Didn’t you say I <b>was </b>your favorite? Didn’t you say you didn’t care about <b>your </b>other kids?”
She sniffled hard, face streaked with tears.
“So why are you screaming at me over Easton? I thought… I thought if it came down to it, you’d pick me…”
Matheo hadn’t expected her <b>to </b>unload like this.
And to be fair, he had gone too far. He’d let his temper get the best of him.
But dammit–Julia needed to be scolded!
She wasn’t wrong. He really didn’t care for the kids Sienna had given <b>him</b>.
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But she was stupid–<b>so </b>stupid–for thinking she could go head–to–head with Easton. Did she think
was just some harmless pretty boy? All of his kids were dangerous. Julia didn’t stand a chance.
<b>he </b>
Not to mention, Julia’s very existence was a liability. If Easton figured out who she was….
Matheo could lose everything.
He liked Julia, sure. But he was a selfish man. And his own survival came first.
If helping Julia meant risking his secrets–then screw it. He wasn’t going to help.
That didn’t mean he had to say it so bluntly. She was still a kid.
He tried to rein it in.
“You really messed up this time, you know that?”
Julia stayed quiet.
Matheo sighed. “Why’d you even go after Easton? I told you to stay away from him.”
Julia lowered her head. The tears wouldn’t stop. Then, lips trembling, she said, “Now that Easton’sing after me… Dad, are you going to help me?”
She was genuinely terrified now.
Easton had gottenwyers involved. The police too. This wasn’t just a scandal anymore–it was
serious.
And Matheo… was the only person she had left.
She had let her hatred cloud her judgment. Now, reality hit like a brick wall.
“Help you?” Matheo repeated, his voice low.
There was a pause. A long one.
Julia could almost <i>feel </i>him thinking it over.
Then, atst, he let out a sigh.
“How am I supposed to help you?”
If he stepped in, Easton would start digging–and Matheo’s connection to Julia woulde out. That couldn’t happen<b>. </b>
His own safety came first.
“You screwed up, and now you have to pay for it,” Matheo <b>said </b>sharply. “As long as you don’t die. it’ll be fine ”
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The coldness in his voice stunned her.
Her loving, doting father–gone.
All that remained was a selfish, terrifying stranger.
Matheo wasn’t going to help her.
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“And do you have any idea how hard I worked to get you on that show?” he snapped. “Now look what you’ve done. You think I can just exin this away? No. You’re on your own. If Easton decides to destroy you, then you’ll just have to take it. You brought this on yourself.”
And with that, Matheo hung up.
Julia stared at her phone.
The tears on her cheeks had already dried. Her eyes were nk. Empty.
She didn’t move.
And then, her phone rang again.
She blinked, slowly refocusing.
An unknown number<b>. </b>
Her heart skipped a beat.
She hesitated… but finally answered.
“…Hello?”
“Julia.” The voice on the other end was sharp. Cold. Devoid of any warmth.
She recognized it instantly.
It was Easton.
Her breath caught in her throat.
“You….” she stammered, trying to sound calm, “How did you get my number?”
Easton let out a <b>low </b>chuckle. “You think that’s hard for me?”
Julia’s stomach dropped.
If he had her number… then what else had he found?
Like her connection to Matheo?