Mandy’s smile faded. “A marriage shouldn’t just be about love. I’m content just being his wife. I don’t care if he doesn’t love me, as long as I love him. We’re made for each other. Only I am good enough for him!”
She pushed Xyla, and the latter hit the wall. Mandy suddenly stomped on her wounded shoulder with all her might.
Xyla hissed but fought back the pain when blood came out and dyed her collar red.
“Hurts, doesn’t it?” Mandy leaned down and looked at her, smiling eerily. “Too bad this isn’t enough. I’m going to give you a day you’ll remember for the rest of your life.”
She raised her hand, and four men entered. Xyla’s expression froze, and she was pale as a paper.
Mandy grabbed her by her arm, pushed her toward the men, and looked down at her. “Yorrick doesn’t like it when other men touch his toy. If I destroy you, Yorrick will give up.”
At the St. Donnor Estate…
Yorrick poured a glass of wine, the red liquid slowly going into the glass. He held the stem of the glass a
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