Useless Vivian.

A stupid antagonist with the survival instincts of a cockroach and the tears of a professional actress. I swear, if karma was real, she’d choke on a dick or slip in the bathroom and snap that lying neck of hers.

But no. She gets away with everything.

Not for long.

“This isn’t over yet!” I hissed, storming away from the dining table. Chairs scraped, Damian called after me, but I didn’t stop.

“You—” I pointed a finger at the matriarch before leaving, “blind bats like you deserve the people you trust.”

“Arianna!” Damian’s voice followed, but I was already halfway up the stairs.

“Is that how rude your...