Valeria's POV.
William's face is a canvas of colors, shifting from red to pale white, and my stepmother and sister's expressions are no different. They both stare at me from head to toe as if I were a ghost, a ghost from the past that makes them tremble.
«And they should»
Because they are also to blame for my past, and although I'm not a ghost, I promise to be their worst nightmare.
"Valeria…" he stammers, "what are you doing here?" He asks, looking me up and down in surprise.
I smile at him slyly even though my stomach tightens. Luisa's citrus perfume tells me I'm not alone, so I lift my gaze to look at him defiantly just as I feel Mattia's imposing figure stand beside me.
"Didn't I tell you, William? Your wife is employed by me" Mattia suddenly says as he brings a grape to his mout
