So the maids brought my meals in.
Breakfast.
Lunch.
Quiet.
Peaceful.
Until evening. There was a knock.
I walked over and opened the door.
Shannon stood there.
Holding a tray.
Her posture straight, her chin slightly raised, her eyes filled with something ugly.
“Danica,” she said, her voice light but sharp underneath. “I saw you that day. Outside the conference room.”
My grip on the door tightened.
“I never thought someone like you would end up like this,” she continued, smiling faintly. “You used to be so proud. And now? After losing a hand… you just gave up everything. How do you even live like this?”
My stomach turned.
She stepped closer.
“Then again… what choice do you have?” she added softly. “You’re useless now. You can’t even stand on your own. You need Felix to survive. So of course you won’t fight back. You don’t dare.”
I felt sick just looking at her.
“What are you trying to say?” I asked coldly.
Her smile widened.
“I’m saying… no matter how long you hide like a coward, you won’t keep him,” she said, her voice dropping. “I’ll push you out slowly. Step by step. Until you’ve got nowhere left to go.”
Her eyes locked onto mine. “Felix belongs to me.”