Carl and Adrian had made several attempts to reach Amanda but she was determined not to have anything to do with them. Although she felt broken about what she did, she had no choice.

In the dimly lit room, Mrs Ronaldo took off her jacket and slid onto the couch, her legs crossed on top of the other

She eyed the maid with a knowing look. The maid, out of fright, hurried to take the remote and slid it to her

Mrs. Ronaldo’s lips thinned as she grabbed It from her. She pointed it at the enormous television screen, changing the channels continuously with a rather bored expression on her...