Ria pressed the phone to her ear, her heart hammering against her ribs in sheer anticipation.

Before she could even utter a word, the line disconnected. A split second later, a text message flashed across her screen.

> Did you receive my present, Ria?

>

Ria gasped, a painful, bitter breath escaping her lips.

A wave of intense anger washed over her. With shaking, furious fingers, she tapped rapidly on the screen.

> I don't want to receive anything from you ever again! If you can't even show your face or tell me who you are, then go to hell with your gifts!

>

She slammed the send button, threw...