–Tyrona–
My plan failed—spectacularly. The moment that family left, I completely lost control. I smashed whatever was within reach, porcelain shattering against marble, glass screaming as it hit the floor. I was furious. No—furious wasn't enough. My heart felt like it was about to explode inside my chest.
I came home in ruins, the dream wedding I had built in my head utterly crushed. I hate Livana. Even though she's dead, it still feels like she's alive—like she's watching, laughing, winning.
"How?" I murmured, my voice trembling. I made sure Damon's men were neutralized. The army in white—wait.
Is Damon handling Livana's Empire?
Is he?
I shook my head hard, trying to throw the thought away.
He's been isolated in that mansion, barely going out. But—no. He's been in some villa. Yes. They've been there for days. A family outing?
Or maybe… Livana tricked us.
Maybe she's not dead at all.
My head throbbed as I pressed my fingers to my temples, dizziness washing over me.
