eek. Large, fat tears spilled over her lashe

her watery eyes directly at Damie

at her. She's having another episode. She's not mentall

e crying woman on his floor, except a deep, sickening

nst the floor. He stood up, his massive frame radiating pure

r hand flat against the center of Damien's chest. She patte

cked up the smartphone Damien had given her as a wedding gift

pulling up the blocked messages fold

he glowing screen inches fro

ad flat. "'Gio, if he touches you tonight, smash a

er face, leaving her pale and sickly. She never

good one. 'Remember, the harder you fight, the more

. The pity in their eyes vanished, replaced

. The puzzle pieces slammed together in his head. The source of Giovanna's su

backward on the floor. She lunged, trying

rab. She shoved Elara's shoulder hard, s

n, her eyes filled with pure contempt. "Fake? Do you want me to

perfect, innocent sister ro

eaned in close, her lips hove

y hiss meant only for Elara. "I know you wanted

ror. Her chest heaved. She stared at G

rushed her hands togethe

with the maids who had been secretly reportin

nging with absolute authority. "This is the kin

t. She grabbed the fabric over her chest, h

vy dining chair, letting out a weak,

would have panicked and beg

her. A cold, bloodthirsty smi

look at the security ch

ne casual and lethal, "call her an ambulance. A