Chapter Eight
Vivienne's POV
Owen's finger was still pointing at Delilah when she moved.
She lunged from behind Mother, snatched the porcelain vase from the coffee table, and smashed it into Owen's head.
Shards exploded. Owen screamed and collapsed, blood streaming down his temple. Delilah stood there, chest h...
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Kapitler
1. Chapter One
2. Chapter Two
3. Chapter Three
4. Chapter Four
5. Chapter Five
6. Chapter Six
7. Chapter Seven
8. Chapter Eight
9. Chapter Nine
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