ould live and that the house was purchased entirely with her father's money, giv

joyful as she had hoped, she was grateful that Achilles never raised an eyebrow

save him from Laila. She'll gladly play the villain of Achilles and Laila for the time being, even though she can't r

eir residence. Her parents were there, as were Achilles's mother and private nurse. Drake rides in Achilles's automobile, which is supposed to be hers, but she chooses to travel in h

if Watson’s empire was located in L.A.—well, it will take

California. And it’s a relief to her since they didn’t hire any guards or maids—even drivers. It’s her choice anyway. But

ut her doing all the things alone since s

peek about the wedding,” she started,

for my d

nd smiled at her. “You deserve

y?” her dad said as he looked at her in the rearview mirror. Her father was seated in the p

ried, and I want to be independent. You can

n Achilles’s treating y

hurt her. Which confuses her a lot. Achilles might hurt her emotionally since she started to ruin his life, and she thinks she was ready for that, but if it’s physical? She bet not. Ever since Achilles was gentle and

to a fight, just ignore them. They will stop once they see

is a nice

him, Hera. I’m afraid of what will he gonna do to

minutes, they already arrived. She was astonishe

he just received a blank stare from him. Now, she wishes that at

Edna. “Hello, Aunt,” s

e Mom, Momma, or Ma, sweetie. We’

e a death glare again once he heard it,” she said and laughed. Well, she tried to call her mom after they went dow

eetie. He’s just like that. Anyway, are you sure

, mom,” she whispered the last word which

left inside. She hemmed to catch Achilles’s attention who was busy ta

at. “Where's our room?” she asked which

h you. If it was Laila, why not.” He went closer to her. Since the man is way taller than her in the height of approximately six feet three inches tall while she’s just five feet eight inches tall. She then looked up to meet his raging

ying to equal his gaze. “Make me and I don’t care,” she said and smirked. “And fine. I will choose my room. Just so yo

d. Achilles tightened his grip on her hair, but still, she didn’t utter

at I’m capable of.

p because of his grip, she just smirks and

irk. “You’re tough. Let’s see,”

the closed door and held her chest, a tear fell from her eyes which she wiped immediately. She touches her scalp; the tight grip of Ac

s to do everything to make the man love her. She

ean. She opened the sliding door and stepped on the balcony. The cold air embraces her—wanting to calm her as she went closer to the edge. She took hold of the fence. She lif

t Achilles will give harm her. But she knew it was her fault. And maybe

the bathroom. He punches the tiled wall because of rage. Blood drips dow

’s when he knew, it was all Hera’s fault. He treated her like she was his sister

aid wedding and he doesn’t know, how.

up and get the gold key insid

anted to make his life miserable, then he will return the favor to them.

got the house cheaper but his uncle Herman was the one who b

y foot,” he

r. The hallway has just been lighted by the dim lights on the wall. He

y before the wedding. Now, let’s see how tough you are, Hera, he thought