“Badum, badum,” her heart was starting to race as she listened to the evil lady speak.

Especially after learning about the crimes committed seventeen years ago. She may forget other things, but she cannot forget what happened back then.

Her refusal to tell her husband about why they were being tortured like this was also due to what she had her men do back then.

How could she possibly tell Miguel she was a murderer?

Vaquesha placed a few grapes into her mouth, her tongue licking her bottom lip, savoring the taste of the grapes and the snacks she would have been having before, her attention fixed on the fidgety...