The sight before her left her utterly speechless as she stepped out of the guest room. Her eyes darted between Marco and the woman who stood beside him. Were they just locked in each other’s embrace, kissing?

Her anger surged, boiling over into a fury.

“What the hell is going on here?” She demanded as if entitled to their explanation.

Marco rolled his eyes and shoved both his hands into his pants pocket.

“What does it look like to you?” He returned the question with his.

Miracle’s gaze darkened, her eyes now locked onto Alessia. She had red hair—just like hers, and they both looked similar, which was uncanny for...