ner as she walked down the second-floor hallway,

e low as he quickly briefed her on the staff cha

the master bedroom, the largest room in the estate, boasting the bes

cold brass handle, pressed it

made her pupils

eradicated. The walls were painted a nauseating shade of macaron

ballet tutu and holding a violin covered the walls, a

front of a massive French bed, was Addisyn. Two makeup a

young men, both radiating wealth and privilege: Isaac Olson, Eleono

and living expenses until his powerful family finally reclaimed him. He used to look at Eleonora with infinite gratitude, swearing he would never let her comprom

oors opening, all four head

a. The loose powder brush slipped from her finge

d it beneath a mask of wide-eyed innocence. "Elly?" Augustus said, his brow furrowing as he

etely expressionless. Alistair stopped at the

ned room, analyzing the desecration, be

e dropping the temperature in the room by ten d

tened deer. Her eyes instantly welled with tears,

ice trembled pitifully. "Dad said..." She suddenly picked up her phone a

wrong?" Clyde's voice

gry about the room..." Addisyn so

how you behave after coming home? Addi has been practicing violin all day for her party! You are the older

esh and blood confirmed every single detail of the nightmare. Eleonora watched the performance with cold detachmen

t of his past affection for his fiancée, before it rapidly hardened into displeasure. Isaac immediately stood up from the sofa. His jaw clenched, and his e

arsh and scolding. "You just got out of the hospital.

act like a guard dog for her replacement didn't break her heart; it onl

, her voice slicing through the air like a

shock, unable to reconcile this freezing, ruthless w

girl he remembered was gone. In her place stood a freezing, ruthless woman with eyes like shattered ice. The intense, aggressive aura radiating from her was deeply intoxicating, stirring a dark,

aac and Eleonora, his gaze lingering on her pale, be

e this ugly. We're all family

powerful men, Addisyn let

fed Addisyn's vanity perfectly. A tiny, triump

ut a short, cold laugh and dropped her heavy canvas duffe