The Wrong Woman

"I'm sure you'll find a way. Just try to make it work," Mila said.

She understood her discomfort with Fenna might stem from her insecurities, but she was also aware that loyalty wasn't enough to sustain a marriage

Mila would never feel safe as long as Fenna was around Nathan.

Nathan stroked Mila's hand and reassured her, "Mila, I've had assurances from Fenna that she won't interfere in our marriage. She's not a bad

person, so you don't have to worry about her doing anything outrageous.”

Mila's mood darkened. She pulled her hand away and wrapped herself in the covers. She turned away and closed her eyes.

"Take care of yourself and come back safely," she murmured.

"All right." Nathan felt her indifference and decided to say nothing more. He tucked her in, turned off the light, and left.

It was 5:00 am in Phoenicia. Soldiers from the military base surrounded Hoffis Manor. Everyone was jolted awake. Avery showed up dressed in thick

pajamas and with her hair disheveled.

"What's going

watched worriedly

down. His expression was grave as he waited in

"General Morrison, we haven't seen each other

what's with all the

stoic look

assumed a seductive pose, with one hand resting on the back

at Nathan and smiled. "You're charming, but why don't you smile

gaze hardened and cut right through Avery's facade. Her heart pounded, and she swallowed nervously. His intense gaze sent chills

made her tremble with

emotions in check after years of corporate life.

you fancy? I don't know if someone like me, the richest widow in Norvania, would

widow. "Oliver's dead?" he asked with a look

a fire two months ago. His ashes were scattered at the

hardened further. He stared at Avery with an

but she continued, "I have all the paperwork—death certificate, cremation certificate,

doubt me."

there's probably a way for him to