A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

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.

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collaboration was sinking like a stone in the ocean, and not a single

slumped in her chair, curling in on herself in silence. Gideon was away on business, and their project likely wouldn’t secure the deal they needed.

this the

No…

looked down at her right hand, the crisscrossed scars and the stub of her little finger a constant pain. Even though the wounds had healed and stopped bleeding, the scars were a perpetual

darkness of her past haunted her, a

weight; even making a fist was a struggle. Nevertheless, she clenched her fist tightly, her arm shaking, but her grip fierce.

a pill and swallowed it with water, sitting in front of the computer, taking deep

was

felt tight, suffocating, gasping

from within, and Matilda let out a sound

Chapter 51

save you, and how

one who pushed me