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l-listening.” It was all she could say, when in truth what she really wanted to tell the billionaire was that it was the same for her. Seeing him hurt pained her, too.
    But then his lips twisted, and it was as if he had heard her all the same, as if he knew her so well that he was able to read her mind.  
    And because she knew him just as well – knew his heart even without ever having enjoyed his touch – Serenity was also able to read the meaning behind the movement of his lips.
    I know, engel, the smile said. I know, but it’s not what I want from you.
    She badly wanted to cry at that point, and when he started to speak, when he started telling her the truth that she had never wanted to know, there was no way to stop the tears from falling.
    “My father started beating me when I was seven.”
    The tears fell fast and hard.  
    She could not – she just could not – imagine someone as beautiful as Willem de Konigh being beaten. He was the rock the entire de Konigh clan depended on, had even stood as her guardian and the one man who had been able to keep her from drowning in guilt.  
    “He wasn’t furious with me, and it wasn’t the kind of beating that could have killed me.” The billionaire’s broad shoulders moved in a casual shrug. “I could have borne it until I was eighteen, except as I got older, I realized he wouldn’t be content with me. When I saw him about to wake Nic from his sleep to beat him up, I knew then I had to take action.” He looked at Serenity with emotionless eyes. “So I did. I found a way to call my grandmother and let her know what was happening.”
    “But she didn’t take you away?” Serenity whispered.
    “I didn’t ask her to, and I didn’t let her offer. If people knew about my father’s abuse – or my mother’s innumerable affairs – it would have affected the royal family and given the opposition leverage against the queen.” He paused then, after a moment’s hesitation, reached out to wipe the tears away from her cheeks. “It wasn’t that bad, Sere.”
    She broke down.
    The moment he touched her, the moment she heard him use the same comforting voice she had grown up hearing, Serenity’s defenses completely crumbled and without a thought of who might see her, she threw herself in Willem’s arms.
    He dragged her to his lap, and his arms caged her just as her own arms went around his neck and tightened.  
    She hid her wet face against his neck and sobbed. She cried for the child that he had been, cried for the Dutch billionaire who had saved her, cried for Willem, the man she had been in love with since forever.
    Tightening her arms around his neck, she whispered fiercely, “I’m sorry.”
    It was like hearing a lamb wanting to protect a lion, and a soft, hoarse laugh escaped the billionaire. Pressing a kiss to her hair, he murmured, “It’s the past, engel .” But it was as if using the enderarment only served to open the floodgates, and he could feel her frail body shaking harder at the strength of her sobs.
    “I c-can’t b-bear it, t-thinking that you h-had to l-live with your f-father when he could have b-beaten—”
    He shook his head. “It wasn’t that bad,” he said quietly. But the way she kept sobbing told him that she didn’t believe him. Leaning away, he tipped her chin up, forcing Serenity to look at him so she could see the truth in his eyes. “Even though I was just eleven years old, the queen took the necessary steps so that I would have power and authority in our family – more than what my father possessed. With that, he was no longer able to hurt me or my siblings.”  
    Carefully pushing back the wet strands of hair clinging to the sides of her face, he placed his lips on her forehead, and as he felt her close her eyes, he whispered the other half of the truth to his angel.
    “That day, I learned how to be strong. But I had to lose my heart in exchange.”
    Serenity jerked in his arms, but he tightened his hold on her, not