I STOLE MY SISTER'S FIANCE: A CEO!
"Wren? Talk to me."
Misha’s head tilted slowly, her neck moving with a mechanical precision. She didn't look at him. She looked through him, her gaze fixed on the hallway leading to the Gold Room. “What do you want, Misha?” I asked, still not taking my eyes off her.
She glared at me now, and for a moment, I was hit with a whiplash from the amount of hate in those eyes. “Kirill Volkov.” She starts, a rough, crazed chuckle escaping her. “I remember you now, you know…..oh, how I’d love to jam two knives deep in your heart.”