Ciara’s Pov

(After the dinner)

“The nerve!”

I yelled into the mattress, a fist formed in both hands and my lips turned into a snarl. I scanned the stupid, ugly and bleak furniture in the visitors bedroom, the bleak mattress and little ornaments on the table. I get to stay in a sorry room while that bitch enjoys a luxurious room to herself.

Impossible! “The ugly gargoyle thinks of herself as the queen of this mansion. She shamelessly stole my place, my right to be his wife and slashed my grip on him. He has always been mine but she took him and for that I won’t spare her. She...