Rogue Strikes, but Alpha Still Celebrates His Secretary's Birthday
Her words pierced me like a dagger, and tears welled up, spilling over uncontrollably.
My daughter was only four years old, yet she had tasted the bitterness of death. And James? He was probably still wrapped around his lover, whispering sweet nothings into her ear.
Time blurred as I waited. Eventually, James returned, his arm wrapped around Helena's waist.
She clung to him, her head resting coyly against his chest. James planted a kiss on her cheek, his face glowing with a joy I hadn't seen in years.
Quickly, I covered Darriane's ears, urging her to close her eyes. My voice shook with rage as I screamed, "You bastard! How dare you bring that woman here!"
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