Zita 

Verena had to be the most heartless woman that I’d ever met. Cold. Stone-hearted. She was so impossible. 

How could she return every gift box that I sent? All the other gift boxes that I sent to some important wedding guests were made by the maids. But, I had actually put my heart and money into everything that I sent to Verena only for her to dump it into the trash and send a picture of it. 

Well, it wasn’t her fault. It was mine. If it weren’t for the fear Kian had instilled in me—about his uncle—Verena would be the last person that I would ever send a...