Ignorance will never be tolerated by me—especially not from my own maid.
I had the same damned fight with Lupe about her half-hearted refusal to accept the life Isabella once lived beside Irwin. And now… it feels like nobody gives a rat’s ass about any of this.
Being raised by my mother, my siblings, and my fated mates’ mothers had shaped me into the woman I am today. A woman who learned how to carry pain. How to wear the past like armor, not shackles.
But here, now? It feels like that past—the one so many are desperate to forget—is still chasing its victims harder than the predators who made them bleed.
Ever since I arrived, the triplets have been behaving like dumb puppies chasing a bone. I’ve had enough.
I’ve done the right thing every step of the way. I’ve been careful. Strategic.
