ESTELLE’S POV
I sat in front of the dresser, staring into the mirror as I applied my makeup. I was going for a confident, powerful look tonight, perfect for tonight’s event. Attending an event my ex-husband who tried to murder you, would be present wasn’t a wise decision, and could be traumatic. Yet here I was, eager to attend.
Once, I loved Eric but not anymore. All I felt for him was a searing hatred that could lit a forest. My primary reason for going to this event was to flaunt to Eric that I was alive, thriving, sexier than ever, and married to his half-brother.
A sadistic smile tugged on my lips as I imagined what the look on his face would be when he saw me. It’d be priceless.
Just as I was going for a dark shade of pink lipstick, I recalled Adonis’s rule. Dropping the lipstick,
