I broke eye contact and marched out of the mansion. Atlas Volkan did not follow me.

Was this his plan? To drag me here and make a mockery of me? Again? What exactly did he want?

“Julia!”

I spun around to see Lovie walking over, still dressed in Atlas’ shirt with a maid holding an umbrella over her head.

“You forgot this,” She handed over a file and I frowned, scanning it. “It’s the Euphoria project file. I wish you all the happiness in the world with Damien.”

“Cut to the chase,” I retorted, as the rain assaulted my skin. “You have never helped me in life, so why are...