Chapter 186

The backroom door slammed hard against its ark, the sound vibrating through the walls strong enough to shake them. But Bellatrix didn't care. She was too fed up, too pissed off and close to committing murder, to care about the well-being of the walls. Her footsteps filled the dark hallway leading to the backroom, each step louder and more furious than the previous one as she stormed down the hall. How dare he? That was the only question that swarmed her mind, blurring everything else out. How dare Cillian threaten her? With her father's own shares! Shares that should have rightfully been hers had all this madness not happened! Madness that he caused, and yet, had the balls to threaten her! She hated him, no, she loathed him, so much that she felt like storming right back into that backroom and smacking that stupid, self center, coocky, twisted smile off that face of his. And afterwards, she'd proceed to beat the shit out of him with whatever it was she could get her hands on. Only when