Sixty-Seven.

(Lola’s POV)

It had been over a week since Diana left. The trip was supposed to be for a week, but Noah seemed oblivious to this. I knew that Diana was planning something.

I had snuck into her room, and there was almost nothing in the closet. Her jewellery was gone. Most of her clothes, shoes and bags.

I cursed under my breath; she was leaving this idiot, and he didn’t even worry about it. Or notice it.

It was time I went back to my life, back to Alphonso.

I started to scope out the apartment. It had been a long since I was there, and I wanted to know what to expect. But all I had seen so far was Frank and Catherine. Never Alphonso.

I even tried to sneak into the apartment once, but the locks had been changed.

I had lost all my leverage. But I was still Frank’s mother, and I was going to use that to my advantage.

“Where did you go?” Noah asked as he came into the house from scoping