They’re talking about my future when all they want is more money and more power.
Greed will be the end of them all.
My chest hurts as I go over the sequence of events in my head.
Even if they all plotted against me, it was most likely Callum’s idea to send me here.
Perhaps he had even discussed this option with my mother while she was alive.
A shudder goes through me as my blood turns cold and goosebumps grow on my arms.
Would she do that to me?
Why the fuck not?
She didn’t like me in the house, especially with him there, which makes me think… She must’ve known what happened in the past.
My pulse races, and my lips tremble.
What a horrid setup.
She had her motives.
And he had his reasons after her death, too.
Although I find it increasingly harder to believe that he wanted to stay away from me to protect himself. I might be delusional about that, and there must be more to this story.
Oh, my poor dark soul.
Yes, he didn’t do it all alone.
They were all in.
Even this glamorous big party is a glorious setup.
I wonder whose idea this was.
It was my idea, but who suggested it?
Nona asked me if I wanted a huge birthday party before we talked about the details and how to organize it.
I wanted it to show the world that I was still alive and thriving.
It’s been two years since Bianca passed, people have mourned enough, and I wanted to put out a statement that I’m ready to exert my power.
I also wanted to let him know that I’m a real woman now.
What has happened to me over these past two years?
My reflection flutters across a wall mirror, and a volcanic woman with smoldering eyes looks back at me, her stare woven with fury.
This happened.
I’ve grown up and changed. And I’m not the only one who notices that.
There was the mourning time, and now it’s open season. They have a few men lined up for me.
I can’t believe they’ve even considered Andrea Mancuso.
