Irene POV:-
“Swear on my heartbeats that you will be them at their last.”
These words are echoing in my mind like a loop of misery, increasing my agony more by each passing second as my heart felt compassion for him for a second, considering him innocent what he clearly wasn’t and what’s wrong with me to break my limits of kissing him and that damn Zella told Giselle about this, she was beyond furious but thankfully I managed it by Esmei’s death and being shot or else I would lost track of my own purpose and it would be harsh.
Growling, I slammed my hand on the table, my heart was racing against my chest at my patheticness. I was supposed to make him crazy by trapping in love but things took a different turn and the one who is frightful is neither him but… me. That fucker wanted to die
