In the lavishly decorated yet oppressively stifling great hall of the Cooper family estate, Brad's imposing figure usually commanded the seat of honor. But now, it was Violet who sat there. Her legs were crossed with effortless grace, one knee over the other, and her gaze was fixed squarely on her father, Brad.
"Dad, didn't you want me to marry Noah? Now that I've killed him, and his father has been arrested, who do you plan to marry me off to next?" Violet's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority, reverberating through the vastness of the hall. Each word struck like a dagger, cutting deep into Brad's heart.
Brad's forehead immediately broke out in a cold sweat. Instinctively, he raised his hand to wipe it away, his eyes wide with terror and panic. He had never imagine
