Maurice’s POV
I kept clenching and unclenching my hands, calming the rising anger that came from within. It was getting harder to contain.
Each step I took made me want to pluck Louvel’s fake eyebrows one by one. I wanted to hear her scream and see the agonizing pain across her face. I want to see her suffer.
It made me feel sick to the core how she managed to keep Richard on a leash and treated Leila like trash.
“The audacity,” I hissed, briefly glancing at the small item in my hand. The thin golden chain dangled from my fingertips.
Although it barely weighed anything, its capacity to do the damage I intended was immense.
By the time I reached the double doors of the mansion, I managed to calm the boiling rage that I knew would reach its limit when I encountered that woman.
The wide double doors of the mansion seemed smaller now compared to how I remembered them. To my delight, they were left open. What was more exciting was the echo of voices coming from within.
