Chapter Eighty Five
Khalid pov
I stood at the very top of the grand marble staircase, frozen in place. My eyes were locked on the front door of the estate. I watched her walk away from me.
Venessa did not look back. Not even once. She did not pause at the door. She did not hesitate. Her back was perfectly straight, stiff with a deep and burning anger. Her steps were fast, heavy, and loud against the polished floor as she pushed her way through the heavy front doors of the house. The cool morning air rushed into the foyer for a brief second before the doors clicked shut behind her.
She was gone.
Outside the glass windows, I could see the two security guards I had ordered to follow her. They moved quickly, trying to keep up with her hurried pace. But even from this distance, I could se
