~ Lydia

I leaned against the edge of Stephano’s desk, crossing my arms as I exhaled. “Oh, women,” I muttered in my head, rolling my eyes so hard it nearly gave me a headache. “Always the waterworks. You’d think someone asked her to sell her soul, not marry a billionaire.”

But the silence that followed wasn’t peace, it was awkward and heavy. The kind of silence that begged for someone to be slapped across the face with a truth they wouldn’t like. And unfortunately, it was going to be me doing the slapping.

I turned on Stephano, jabbing my finger in his direction. “How do you even do it, huh?...