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.

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

in silence. Gideon was away on business, and their project likely wouldn’t

this the

No…

hand, the crisscrossed scars and the stub of her little finger a constant pain. Even though

darkness of her past haunted her, a reminder of the madness she once

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

swallowed it with water, sitting in front of the computer, taking

it was

felt tight, suffocating, gasping

and Matilda let out a sound like a trapped animal in

Chapter 51

you, and how

once read, “The greatest regret of my life is that the one who pushed

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