Alexa

My sneakers slammed hard along the hallway of Mr. Darius Scott’s house. I could hardly believe all this. How could this cunning old man mess with things that were clearly Harlow’s rightful title?

As far as I knew, Gabriel had gone into exile today. He repented, and we forgave each other. He accepted his defeat and agreed to serve his sentence. So why was his uncle still messing up my plans with Harlow?

Although some servants called out to stop me, I insisted on seeing Mr. Darius. The hallway on the second floor was dim. This house filled with portraits of Mr. Darius and all the ancestors of the...