“Anna, control your people. It’s bad enough you laid hands on me, but they nearly hurt Grace. If it happens again, I’ll feed them to the dogs.”
“As for the villa and the Rosary Beads—consider them your apology to Grace. Stop your madness.”
I couldn’t help but laugh.
Once, he had gone to every extreme to make me as insane as he was.
Every time I lost control, he’d beam with satisfaction, even delivering my enemies straight to me for torment.
And now, he despised my madness?
I pulled documents from my bag and flung them in his face.
“Ethan Carter, open your damn eyes.”
“That’s not a Rosary Bead. That’s our dead child!”
Back then, when Ethan had been kidnapped by rivals, I was eight months pregnant. I led men straight into their base.
They cut my baby—and my womb—out of me, turning my child into Rosary Beads.
Feigning death, I slit the enemy’s throat as my final act.
But the Beads vanished, no one knew where.
Ethan froze, staring at the papers for a long time before glancing at Grace.
“Grace, I’ll find you another, better Rosary Bead. This one…”