Elle's POV
I finished applying the powder on my face and let my hair fall over my shoulders before stepping away from the mirror. Just then, Elta walked in without knocking.
"Mom, you need to talk to Damian. He just walked my friend out of the mansion because he's a fucking boy!" she yelled angrily.
Glancing at her, I sighed. "You know you shouldn't have brought your boyfriend here. You know what kind of men your dad and brother are."
"Yes, overbearing and yet they allowed that bitch Sol to stay here. I don't get it. Did she break up with Dom? Because if she did, I'll be happy as fuck."
"Language, Elta," I scolded, grabbing my jacket from the bed.
"I think I've made up my mind. I want to go stay with Dom."
"Your father will never allow that."
"I don't care if he does, Mom," she crossed her arms and raised a brow suspiciously. "Sometimes, Mom, I feel like you're scared of him."
My gosh, she's onto me!
