Mrs Longhill
I tapped my fingers on the gold-carved swan beside my bed, the rhythm a stark contrast to the storm of anger brewing within me. Hazel Darks had begun her snoopy little play. I had never liked that girl. A daughter of my enemy is my enemy. Alexander, against my explicit wishes, had used his influence to keep her afloat in the modeling world. And now, she dared to create a racket about becoming my daughter-in-law.
I chuckled, a dry, mirthless sound. How foolish she was to think public pressure could ever make me accept her. Her entire trailer was a pale imitation of my private moments with Lena. She had clearly cornered the poor girl.
Snatching my phone, I dialed Lena’s number. It rang into silence. No answer. So, she sold our time. The thought solidified my resolve. Hazel’s
