THIRTEEN

"Hunter must not know about any of this."

Edward threw the crumpled paper in his hand into the blazing fireplace. The sound of crackling wood filled the void in their spacious and majestic private room.

Monica sat in front of her dressing table, busy removing all the accessories that stuck to her body after she attended an important gala dinner with her husband's colleagues. Her eyes stared at her husband who was sitting in front of the fireplace, grinning sarcastically at her.

“Mila probably still thinks that we are her parents and we are going to save her from that bastard.”

“Poor girl. We are absolutely not coming for her. I have already ordered my people to eliminate her.”

“Hunter would definitely disagree. He is crazy about Mila.”

"He doesn't need to know. Hunter is too stupid to think Mila loves him too.”

"I know Mila only thinks of Hunter as her big brother."

Monica took micellar water from her dressing table and started cleaning her face, which was decorated with light makeup.