At that moment, Rita was certain that there could never be any greater fool than she. Just how?How could she have allowed her mind drift off without considering Marianna's presence in the penthouse? The house was even kept a secret from Rita by Marianna, yet when her supposed friend didn't question her about her awareness about it, she didn't find it suspicious. Most definitely, Marianna was aware of her evil deeds. Then again, it was absurd how effortlessly she was given out to the police. What kind of friend was Marianna? Never has she asked for an explanation or her standpoint about the entire thing but rushes off to involve the police. She was a betrayer – something Rita had once foreseen yet stupidly denied kt severally. But now, it was unarguable that Marianna wasn't by her side; no one was. Not even her best friend – it was saddening, then again it was better to do things alone. People were only meant to be manipulated in her eyes, and since Marianna had exposed her true

“Every suite in the detached palaces should scream opulent. Do I make myself clear?”His voice dripped utterly with seriousness, and satisfyingly enough, the numerous servants, standing beside one another courtesied in understanding. “Yes, Beta Andrew!”Thereafter, they all dispersed into varying directions, leaving the Alpha King's Beta, Andrew, to refocus on the notepad in his possession. The Nation Summit was drawing closer with each passing second — it was an inevitable event. Alpha King Shawn always tasked his trusted Beta to take care of its arrangement. Such a prominent event was wholly controlled by him, so yes, not even the heart racing, unwanted saga the fortunately deceased Alpha Sebastian caused would disrupt his determination in creating another grand Nation Summit. “We have less than a week? Shit” Andrew parted his eyelashes, which he shut momentarily as a hand went to his hair, disheveling it in frustration. So much time has been taken from him, and it was solely m

74It was dawn of the next morning yet none experienced of sleep. As the soft sounds of several vechiles' tyres passed through on the tarred road, and the unceasing balls of rain poured, a shabby cabin, camouflaged so perfectly by shrubs wasn't spared a glance. Rita loved it. The cabin housed two things - two rocky, aged and ass stinging chairs. Numerous webs designed expertly by spiders, and dust served as decorations. There was no furniture, and the kitchen, untouched for heaven's know when wasn't approached. Lethal reptails might be residing there so Derek and Rita spent the reminders of last night, and the early hours of the day staring at each other. Well, the she-wolf focused on the little hand mirror in her possession throughout a greater part of the hours shared. She doesn't want to speak to Derek.. yet. And the runaway gynecologist had zero interests in talking with Rita - she was sick. Her instructions which Sebastian stupidly complied to nearly led to Michelle's death