(Roseian Lilliana St. Clair’s Point-of-View)

As soon as I asked, my parents exited the room. I was resting against the headboard of my bed, my arms were folded over my chest. Sergio's presence was strong in the air, and my gaze was fixed on the floor.

“Explain.” My gaze never strayed from the ground. “Who was the lady in the photograph that was sent to me? What exactly were you doing with her?”

Sergio's respiration was profoundly released, and I could hear it. “Serenity, my secretary, was the one who appeared in the photograph.”

My chest felt as though it had been stabbed repeatedly by a sharp dagger. My heart...