Verena

My Saturday morning to-do list? Find Zita, beat the shit out of that scheming brain of hers. Impatience needled at me as I tapped the steering wheel, eyes fixed on the Villa that used to be mine. 

I had paid one of the security guards a huge sum last night—Donald. The only person Kian didn't fire after I found out that he had dismissed a lot of the staff because he suspected them. I had asked Donald for only one thing. Zita’s morning routine. 

She would always go on a run the moment the clock struck seven. 

I glanced at my wristwatch. 6:59…

7:00 fucking A.M.

The moment the...