Francesca and Roselina rolled Lorena's bag, following behind the fuming heiress as she stormed towards her car.

"Lorena!" Paolo called, running after her.

"What now?" She paused and whipped her head around. "You insist I'm married to Markris, and I am done fighting you. You've won. I'm on my way to his house now, so what else do you want from me?" She screamed, stomping her feet on the ground.

Paolo was taken aback as he stared wide-eyed at his daughter. He had never seen her react this way toward him. He had always banked on her intense fear of him getting away with anything he did to her. It...