Chapter 52 You're Nothing More Than A Rental Womb To The Sinclairs

Lilian’s Point Of View The slam of the bedroom door above echoed through the house. Graham was gone. He had left me standing in the hallway like I was nothing. My pulse hammered in my ears, my hands restless, fidgeting against my belly. I paced back and forth, my breath uneven, my thoughts running wild. ‘This is bad. This is so damn bad.’ I couldn’t lose him. Not now. Not ever. Especially not to Elena. She was the ghost that haunted every corner of this house, the shadow that made my skin itch. Graham might swear I was the one he wanted, he might crawl into my bed when the lights were off, but I knew… I knew Elena still had a hold on him. I dug my nails into my palm, the sting grounding me. “No. I won’t let her win. I won’t lose Graham to that spineless little doll.” The sound of the front door opening snapped me out of my storm. My eyes darted up, and when I saw her step inside, I froze, then immediately felt the rush of heat in my veins. Elena. Her presence was like poison in my thro