The Rival’s Contract Wife
A cold, victorious, venomous smirk twisted her beautiful features.
"Look at you," Petra taunted, her voice low and dripping with malice. "Lying on the floor like the dog you are. Let me tell you something, Valerie. Damian has always been mine. You were just a temporary seat-warmer. Did you really think a nameless, pathetic orphan like you could keep what belongs to me? I am the one carrying his blood. I am the queen of this house now. You're just a servant living in the back quarters where you belong."
Petra let out a sharp, mocking laugh, turned on her heel, and walked away, leaving the door wide open.