Chapter 11: The Bitch Who Lit the Match

Arjona's POV

The silence in the Averso Mansion wasn’t peaceful—it was mocking.

I sat in my room, lights off, champagne in hand, staring at the black marble floor that used to reflect power. All I saw now was shame.

Zorak Padrelli had dragged my brother’s bride off the altar like a rabid animal...