“Oh, crap” Riana whispered to herself wondering what was worse, seeing her former lover Raphael who was definitely not having a slight interest on her that night, or hearing the orchestra screechy attempt to welcome Wesley strolling into the ballroom with his mistress clung on his arm.
To her, their presence was like some moving advertisement of debuting a new perfume called Betrayal.
It was just a day before that she had signed the divorce papers. ‘Efficient’ her inner Wolf Geena was not liking it either.
The murmurs spread fast, hungry to kill her reputation. Every Wolf that caught a glimpse of her was whispering behind their expensive champagne flute.
“Poor Riana”
“Delilah is a better Luna”
“Riana is no match for Delilah”
“Riana should not have shown her face in M
