I let out a cold laugh, bracing myself as I slowly made my way toward the bedroom. My fingers were clenched around the message Edna had just sent me.
"Serena, do you know what Damian says about you? The high-and-mighty heiress—worse than a whore."
"Oh, and to prove his devotion to me, every time you stripped down to seduce him, he made sure to video-call me. I figured I shouldn't let it go to waste, so I set up a livestream. Over a million viewers tuned in. Everyone said you really know how to put on a show."
Damian Ashford, if you betray me, I will not rest. I will make you pay for every last thing.
I deleted every message in silence. No confrontation. No screaming.
Because I knew—if screaming solved problems, the world wouldn't be ruled by tigers. It would be ruled by donkeys.
The five-year joint venture between our families wrapped up on schedule.
I deliberately chose Blueberry Hills Estate and invited every relative, friend, and business partner to celebrate together.
That day, I prepared a special gift for Damian. He grinned and asked what I had in store.
A set of lingerie? Some new trick I'd learned?
I just smiled and told him it would be something he'd never forget.