ammered against the wood, mixed with Elma's hypocritical pl

, tearing pain rippe

g-size bed. She grabbed her head with both

rd. She saw herself crying. She saw the Mayer family crushing her. She saw herself standing

apping open. Her pupils

s living inside a scripted corporate thriller, and she w

ict. A death sentence. The sheer terror of the freezing water closing over her head in those visions felt so real that she shivered uncontrollably. Panic clawed at her throat. But as the

utal, crystal-clear rationality took over. Only t

d the red marks Cassius's fingers had left on her shoulder.

he stared at her swollen eyes and messy

be. She slipped it on, tying the belt loosely around her waist. The dark fabric cont

pocket of the robe. This was her only ticket

lder. She let a few strands stick to her cheek. She engineered the pe

d. He started kicking the heavy

Her steps made no sound. She stopped at the en

o a mask of bored annoyance. She placed her hand on the

ed the d

ce and stumbled forward, nearly

, his face red with fury. But the curses

rbone-the mark Cassius had accidentally left. Arron's

y jealousy crossed her face before sh

ng for Corrine's shoulders.

e, dodging his hands

ainst the doorframe. She looked him up and down l

, her voice dripping with arrogance. "Why

at her silk robe. "Did you actually sleep wi

dom. And he's definitely still in there." She let her eyes

s went bloodshot. He tried to p

im. She just stood there and deli

enthouse. Are you absolutely sure you can affo

ts froze to

terror wasn't about who resided in these top-tier suites; it was the mind-bending realization that Corrine, his discarded Corrine, had somehow

his chest. He stared at Corrine

. Her eyes were dea

n, don't do something you'll regret," s

t drop. Her heart didn't ache. The firs