Chapter 93

Melanie stormed into her apartment, the echo of her heels sharp against the hardwood floor. With a temper hot enough to boil a bucket of water, she tossed her designer bag carelessly to the ground, the contents spilling out, but she didn’t care. Her mind was too far gone, jaw clenched, eyes red and fury radiating off her like it was a second air, as she paced the room, glaring at nothing in particular, while she allowed her thoughts to roam, to spiral. How dare Bellatrix speak to me like that? She thought bitterly, recalling how she'd been spoken to. She had gone there to get her revenge, even the smallest bit of it, yet, she ended up getting humiliated. And Damien… She shivered at the thought of him. Ever since what happened five years ago, he had cut her off, ignoring her existence completely, but today, when she saw him, he looked at her like she was a stranger, a threat. Melanie felt her heart twist painfully. And it was all because of Bellatrix, that bitch. And Regina—just as quic