Asher POV

"What are you planning to do now, Asher?" Alvira asks as she walks elegantly into the living room, looking as beautiful as always in her skimpy gown that barely covers her butt.

"Nothing, I'm just waiting for the right time to strike," I shrug as I reach out for the tall wine glass on the center table, gulping down the content.

"I'm scared, Asher... I'm scared that you might fall in love with her. I'm scared that you might..." Her voice trails off as I suddenly crush the glass in my palm, anger surging through me. I stare at my injured hand which heals immediately in less than...