LILA POV

It's been a week of being Rafael's puppet-maybe worse than that. Ever since the Shaun incident, my colleagues had started treating me with a newfound respect. Or fear. It was hard to tell. Anna, being Anna, was all over me, digging for gossip like a damn journalist on a deadline.

And the whispers? Ah, those never stopped.

"She's Rafael's little pet now."

"Probably fucked her way into his good graces."

"You think he's done with her yet, or is she still warming his bed?"

Well... they weren't exactly wrong.

Derrick's surgery had been a success, thank the Moon Goddess. He was still in recovery, but the worst was...