A long silence settled before Rhea broke it with a disdainful snort.

“Well, I have woven a plan. This time, Marcus’ love for Millie shall sour.”

Bound to the hospital, Rhea knew her movements were limited. She must pull the strings from the shadows.

“What is it?” Analia’s eyes sparkled with curiosity.

Rhea’s eyes gleamed. “Listen to my words and follow them like a sacred command.”

Analia’s approval was immediate: a thumbs-up and praise. “Brilliant! You have the wisdom to defeat her with borrowed strength.”

locating the perfume gifted by Marcus. A gentle mist on

sound of footsteps, a

was there, his tie undone, eyes

the gift he

face turned, a veil of shyness covering her face.

you come

down,

swirled, lost in

him closer, and

to her mouth, her

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