VERONICA’S POV

I was in the main hall, resting my one leg over the other, taking a sip of my drink with my eyes affixed on the man before me.

His hazel eyes hold immense resentment for my ex-husband. Leaning back, he pushed his long brown hair behind, resting his one leg over the other dominantly.

Sam was standing in the middle of the hall, hands behind him while looking down.

“I did as you instructed, Sir. From the engagement to telling Saafia about everything.” Sam breathed out, working under him for a long time.

The one who helped me escape Dariel in the first place, faking a relationship with...