When love turns to ashes
with the man she loved.
“I don’t just have control of her company,” Xander whispered, flipping through the pages like they were pages of a holy book. “I own her. Her name. Her future. And she doesn’t even know it.”
The fire crackled behind him, as if clapping for the villainous monologue. He poured himself another drink slower this time and raised it to the air again.
“To June Williams,” he said with theatrical mockery, “the woman who believed in love. The woman who thought she was in control. You thought this was your fairytale ending, didn’t you? Well, sweetheart, here’s the plot twist…”