The black SUV roared through the high gates of the Peter estate. Mia was shoved roughly onto the marble floor of the living room, where Max and Sofia sat enjoying their afternoon tea.
Mia sprawled on the floor, her hair disheveled and obscuring her face. She winced as she felt the cold stone—the same floor that had once been a silent witness to her years of suffering.
Max stood up. He looked down at the woman, not yet recognizing who was before him. "So, this is the slut James took to the mall? My k********g succeeded faster than I expected."
Sofia stood as well, crossing her arms with a sneer. "Wow, Max. She looks much better than she did from a distance at the party yesterday. Her skin is so smooth. James must have spent a fortune grooming his new pet."
Mia slowly lifted her head. "Y
