(Beverley’s POV)
The next day, something inside me had fundamentally changed.
After weeks of being the one constantly teased, pushed, and kept on the edge of desperation by Marcus, I was no longer content with just reacting. I wanted to make him lose control. I wanted to see the powerful, dominant man who had been orchestrating every secret moment in this house finally struggle to keep his composure. The thought sent a dark, thrilling rush through me. For the first time, I felt like I had some power in this dangerous game we were playing.
Mom was in the kitchen preparing lunch, humming cheerfully to herself as she chopped vegetables and stirred something on the stove. The familiar domestic sounds drifted into the living room. Marcus was supposedly relaxing on the couch watching TV, but
