"Some of the most poisonous people come disguised as friends and family.."

The pain in my jaw eased after the first few days, the bruise now just a light shade of purple compared to the angry black and blues it had previously been. The swelling now completely gone.

Kieran had tried to visit several times since the incident. Every time the security quickly escorting him out in a violent way. I couldn't help but think people were hiding things from me. Especially with the way they treated him, how they got to me so fast as if they were waiting for the moment he would hit me. The thought of them knowing something about him that I didn't infuriated me.

Pictures had been leaked online of Kieran standing outside my home in boxers glaring at my new Mazarati but unfortunately the paparazzi that we caught couldn't be charged as the photographs were captured from a different angle; at the other end of the garden.

The media had blew up according to Elisa but I refused to look at any of the nonsense, staying clear of my social media accounts, magazines, newspapers and also the news channel. I hadn't even left the house for the past week. Doing my work at home sounded like the safer option. Not that I was scared of Kieran but because I didn't want to go out in public with a big black eye and get constantly questioned by everyone about my new romance with Kieran.

The romance that was no more. I couldn't stay with a man like that just because I was falling for him. I refused to be abused.

My heart ached painfully within my chest as I took another sip of my coffee, staring at the laptop screen as it all became blurred with the tears I refused to cry. He had been my rock, the man who was meant to take all the pain away and mend my broken heart. Instead he got half way to fixing me before crushing me harder than ever.

I don't know what happened with him, he never was one to raise his voice or get into fights during the several years he worked for my mother. He had been nothing but loving and caring towards me every time he saw me. Always trying to flirt with me whenever he could. Was it me? Did I make the people around me become toxic? Was I that hard to love.

My mind wandered to Darien, the gifts had stopped being delivered after the car which I was thankful for but at the same time I cried out for him to keep fighting for me. For years all I wanted was for him to come back and say sorry, the more years that past the harder I became until when he did show up I wasn't ready for a simple "Sorry," I was worth more than that. Despite his efforts he was still the one who broke me and nothing he could buy me would fix that. You can't mend a broken heart with gifts.

I was too stubborn to forgive him easily, even after everything he done to me. Being engaged and having her baby just topped it all off. I would never be with him now. Not when he was the father to her child.

The thought of seeing her constantly as she dropped the child off at our house for visits, having to look at the child that contained both Sasha and Dariens DNA. I couldn't. That would hurt more than the original heartbreak. That is, if he would even leave her.

"Sapphire?" Donatellos rough voice filled my home as the front door swung open forcefully, keeping my head down as I sniffed my running nose and cleared my blurry eyes. I was just overcoming depression I couldn't keep doing this to myself it was unhealthy.

"In here!" I called, coughing slightly at the dryness in my throat before gulping down another mouthful of coffee. I needed to get myself together, I was pathetic right now; about to cry over two men who hurt me. One physically, one emotionally.

I was shocked that Donatello was in my home but even more shocked when I saw his appearance. He looked like shit and that was me being nice. Everything about him screamed stress and not slept in a week look.

"Did you get mauled on the way here?" I questioned, trying to make light of the situation despite the fear in my heart for my brother. The multiple questions filling my mind as he breathed heavily.

"You need to come with me," he breathed out weakly, stretching his hand out for me to take as I looked at him in confusion.

"Donatello are you alright?" I whimpered softly, my brother looked so broken, so hurt. I would make whoever hurt him pay severely for this when I find them. After his childhood no one touched Donatello, not only did they have me to fear but the twins. They had already buried a body and I'm sure they would do it again for him.

"No one hurt you did they? The nightmares, are they back? The scars a-"

"Nothing like that," he spoke softly, pain filling his eyes at the mention of his past as I quickly went to him, my arms pulling him close to me as I made sure not to touch the multiple scars that covered his back.

"You're scaring me," I whimpered into his chest, his arms wrapping around me as his body trembled slightly, a drop of water landing on my head as he cried softly. Holding me tight against him as he let it all go. Someone was going to get hurt tonight and it sure as hell was going to satisfy me.

"I ruined everything," he whispered, his voice broken as my own tears fell down my cheeks at my brothers pain. Something I tried to protect him from since we were little. I tried to make him stronger after his childhood trauma, it worked too much. He turned into a stone cold man whore, although I blame the twins for that part of him.

"I'm sure everything will be fine, if it's about Elizabeth that woman is a drama queen," I reassured, rubbing my hand down his side to comfort him, knowing not to touch the scars.

"Layla hates me, I didn't mean to hurt her," he sobbed, holding me tightly as I had the feeling to hurt him in the balls and comfort him at the same time. I warned him not to touch her; I should of knew there was something between them ever since he ordered her not to work at my company anymore. The little idiot had stolen her from me, making her work with him so he got easier access to her.

"I want to punch you but Layla is a very sensitive girl with a good head on her shoulders. Just let her settle for awhile and things should be fine. She loves roses as well," I sighed, pouting as he pulled away from me. I needed the comfort just as much as him.

"It's been a week," he muttered, drying his eyes with the back of his hand before clearing his throat and straightening his posture. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him, trying to be tough and manly after a breakdown.

"You have to come with me, family meeting," he frowned, pulling my hand into his clammy own as he dragged me from the kitchen.

"My coffee!" I complained, reaching out for my mug of deliciousness in hopes of grabbing it before being dragged from my home.

"This addiction needs to stop," he laughed slightly despite the pain in his voice. Dragging me from the kitchen as I continued to pout in sadness. My poor unfinished coffee.

It didn't take long before I was in his car, heading in the direction of my parents house as I wished he gave me a chance to change from my nightwear. The silk nightgown not appropriate to wear outside the comfort of my home.

"What are we going here for?" I sighed, dread setting into the pits of my stomach. The last time I spoke to my mother was when she had raised her hand to me. My father tried begging me for more money last week but I ignored him. I was sick of subsidizing his addictions.

"Darien said he has important information. Wants the full family there," he sighed as I got even more confused. Since when did Donatello talk to Darien?

The thought of seeing Darien sending many emotions through me. I had just been broken by Kieran was I ready to sit in the same room as Darien.

"I won't let him harm you," he smiled reassuringly as I sunk into the seat more, wrapping my arms around myself in false comfort. I couldn't take much more drama.

Five minutes later and we were in front of the mansion. My trembling hands opening the car door as I tried to control my breathing. Glaring at the home in front of me knowing full well who was on the other side of the stone walls.

I didn't hesitate as I pushed the front door to the mansion open, walking to the living room with my head held high to where I knew everyone would be sitting. My parents and the twins would be there waiting on me, what I didn't expect was Sasha and Kieran also patiently sitting on one of the chairs. Darien standing in front of everyone with an angry glare on his face as the tension in the room struck me.

My body instantly coming to a halt when everyone's eyes turned to me, curiosity filling me as I grew anxious and impatient. The amount of hatred and tension in the room making me uneasy as I desperately tried not to look at Kieran, or my mother. They were just as bad as each other.

"What the fuck is going on?" I demanded, my anger rising as I stared at Darien. He was the one who demanded us all here, for what? Why did I have to endure yet another horrid day with these people!

"Please take a seat treasure," he breathed out heavily, his eyes on my bruised eye as his face covered in anger. His attention going to Kieran as he sent him a deathly glare, how did he know it was Kieran? The nickname sending a flutter in my heart as I quickly looked away from him. Looking at my brothers for some comfort as I made my way to sit on one of the empty chairs.

"Don't go near him," Darien sneered as I made my way to where Marcos and Marcio were sitting with Athena; surprised that she was there but the boys probably needed her for moral support. Keeping clear of Kieran as he looked at me with watery eyes, guilt still swimming in his dark orbs as my throat clenched. The image of him punching me flashing through my wind as I looked away from him, pushing my body into Marcio for comfort as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder.

"What the hell are you wearing young lady?" my mother sneered as I looked at her for the first time since the slapping incident. She looked the same as always; perfect. Her makeup flawless, her hair neat and her body covered in designer clothing. Nothing would change.

"I got dragged from my house with no time to change," I growled back, sending a glare at her as she continued to look at my body which was barely covered. Like I cared, I didn't even want to be here.

Donatello continued standing, his back pressed against the wall as he scanned the room around him, glaring at Sahsa with a deep hatred as she quickly looked away from his intimidating stare, using her hair to shield her face from his cold eyes.

"I have an announcement and I wanted you all here to show you what I know," Darien smirked, pulling an envelope from a backpack that was placed by his foot.

No one dared speak as he smirked lightly, a carefree aura around him as I stared at him in shock.

"So after discovering Sasha fucked the guy who was meant to do her paternity test I got more done, multiple times and checked the date over and over again," he smirked, his eyes on Sasha as she visibly paled, her eyes widening a fraction as my father coughed lightly at the other side of the room. I also noticed how Donatellos eyes snapped to Darien in desperation, the reality hitting me hard as I gasped. He had slept with her. My own brother sleeping with the girl who ruined six years of my life.

Dariens eyes connected to mine, relief and regret mixing together as I bit my lip. I begged the heavens for her to be pregnant with a random man, not with Dariens baby. It would hurt more than the punch from Kieran.

"I'm so sorry treasure," he whispered softly, making his way over to me as a sob shook my body. No, he couldn't be.

His hand reached out, rubbing the tears that fell from my cheeks as I felt the last hope for us ever working in the future breaking. The last pieces of my heart breaking as he looked at me with sorrow.

"You're going to have a half brother or sister. Your father impregnated Sasha."