Chapter 27
Hate and love.
Stella’s POV
I hated her.
No matter how much I tried to swallow it down, to push it away and pretend that it didn’t eat me alive from the inside out, the truth was undeniable.
I hated Mary Blackwood.
But she doesn't need to know, besides she is my best friend, what type of bestie or sort would steal away her fellow man.
And that's what Mary did
She had everything. The company. The influence. And worst of all, Andrew.
Knowing fully well, how I had dreamed of been by his side, but she never wanted him but she got him just on a contract basis.
Still, She doesn't deserve him, only me.
Only me.
I had tried to be patient. I had told myself it didn’t matter, that it wasn’t her fault,that things happen that life simply worked out unfairly sometimes to some
