Chapter 51

Logan was Matilda’s only Achilles‘ heel.

Her eyes pinned Willow with a ferocity that seemed to pierce through her smug grin. It was like looking directly at the sun–blinding and unbearable.

How was her son faring at the Boyd family?

Swallowing her trembling voice, Matilda mustered a cold facade. “Are you done? If so, please leave. The studio doesn’t have the luxury of entertaining people who have nothing better to

do.”

People who have nothing better to do?

Willow almost erupted again, but Matilda’s defeated stance delighted her. With a smug curl of her lips, she strutted out of the studio like a victor leaving the battlefield while Matilda’s gaze followed her, icy and lingering–her eyes at that moment as fierce as Yvan’s had ever been.

without progress, every collaboration was sinking like a stone in

on herself in silence. Gideon was away

this the end?

No…

at her right hand, the crisscrossed scars and the stub of her little finger a constant

a reminder of the madness she once

the love had shone, the more intense the hatred that now burned. Matilda’s right hand could no longer bear weight; even making a fist was a struggle.

her other hand, she fished out a pill and swallowed it with water, sitting in front of the computer, taking deep breaths, clutching at her chest as

it was

suffocating, gasping

and Matilda let out a sound like a

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do I do? How do I save you, and how do I save myself?”

that the one who pushed me into hell also once led

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