JULIAN'S POV
I had asked every last one of my soldiers if they had noticed anyone incriminating last night or off. Not one had anything of f*cking interest to say to me, and I hated it. At least one of the b*stards had to know something.
My father had always taught me that no one was innocent. I was a sinner even before I was born in his eyes. To my father, I had ruined his life in the worst way possible. The only highlight of my, mother*cking, existence to him was that he had an heir to the throne. I was ruined, destined, and cursed since birth to rule this d*mn Organization, and I loathed it.
What was worse was my mother condoned this life for me. She only saw the good in the devil himself, and I was expected to smile and nod like it was fine. No matter how many times his belt, his kn
