Aurora's POV

I smiled broadly at the thought. Amelia could never win me in this game. She would be far behind while I would always be step ahead.

The next thing to do was to contact Gabriel Turner, my father. He would force Amelia into a corner and she would have only one choice.

I hailed a cab that took me back home. Like I expected, my father was around. He was busy with his betting betting slips in the living room. I went in, my face was clouded with sadness and anger. The kind of expression that would put my father on edge. I sat down, banging the sofa...