His Sassy Secretary: Lia’s Revenge
Samara’s laugh rang through the phone once more, cruel and unrelenting.
“You’re really a fool, Ophelia. You’re just as helpless as ever. And that little boy of yours? He’s mine. You have no idea what I’m capable of. So you just sit there, in your little house, trying to pretend like you have control. It won’t matter, because soon, he’ll be with me. And then maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you live. Maybe.”
The line went dead with a sharp click, and I was left staring at the screen of my phone, my hands trembling. A sense of despair washed over me, and I sank back against the couch, trying to catch my breath.