"You won't stop until you're completely broken, will you?" Summer hissed against my ear. "Fine. Don't blame me for what happens next."
She pulled out her phone. Initiated a video call.
The image on the screen turned my blood to ice.
Duoduo.
My three-legged calico kitten. The only keepsake I had left from my biological father.
I hadn't dared bring him to the Simmons estate. I'd rented a small apartment, hired a pet sitter—thought he would be *safe.*
I never imagined she would hunt him down.
"Duoduo!" I screamed at the screen.
Hearing my voice, the kitten thrashed violently. His claws raked the handler's arm. The man yelped—and flung the small body to the ground.
A shrill meow of pain ripped through the speaker.
"Summer!" My throat tore. "*What do you want?!*"
She tilted the phone toward me, a cruel smile curling her lips.
"You tell me. Should I smash this beast's legs... or roast him alive?"
Paul returned.
"Miss Simmons, Mr. Gilbert says he will handle everything that occurred today. He hopes this incident won't affect your mood."
Summer beamed. Her delusion cemented into fact: *Mr. Gilbert has fallen in love with me at first sight.*
She looked at the screen.