Author's POV
GREG aired for another room grabbing the spare keys, his anger has hitched up to the highest level, his inner demon demanding for blood.
He got to the guest room, clinching his fist and gritting his teeth, trying to suppress his anger.
“Why isn't she scared of me, and why the hell is she heart hardened?”, he muttered to himself.
“All my men and so many people I have stumbled across always quiver and shudder at my presence, why is she not? Despite showing her that worst side of me huh”, he wondered aloud, punching the glass wall, shattering it into some pieces and neglecting his bleeding fist.
He aired towards his bedroom, where Gianna has taken ownership of, unlocking it with the spare keys.
Instantly, the dangling sounds of the door was heard, the little figure that was
