Chapter Twenty Seven {Davinia}

The silence is sickening, every breath he takes will feel like a stab to his heart. I can feel his dread all the way from here, my smile widens. My eyes take to notice every of his moments, the way his eyes would drop and then open like he doesn't want to be caught. The way his left hand keeps shaking like a leaf. His face is pale and beads of sweat form on his fore head. He looks miserable, He probably doesn't know that he has being poisoned. Fool.

The room is almost empty. Everyone agreed with my plan. I deceived them into believing that the only reason I want to marry Rolan is just so I can do my findings then ruin him from the inside. They all bought it, including Federico.

The ones remaining are Uncle, Federico and myself. I watch from the rim of my glasses how he unconsciously adjusts his collar and pats his chest area as if to enable himself to breathe properly.

"Is everything alright Rico?" My uncle asks. Turns out I'm not the only one who noticed his discomfort. Federico cle