Elara's POV
‘If this is hell, perhaps I'm the devil… or fallen angel.’
I wasn't sure how it happened. For the sake of my daughter, I ran to ensure her safety, only to hear the loud screech…
Marco's growl.
It was deadly, at the same time, it was a call for help. I rushed out with the fear of seeing him brutally wounded, but that wasn't the case, Lady Lucia was.
For good long minutes, I remained frozen, dumb even. When our eyes met, my shocked ones against his dark, destructive ones, the hatred was bold, too bold to ignore.
“Miss Elara?” Francesca's odd tone pulled me back to myself. “What flavor would you like?”
Vanilla. Lavender. Avocado.
The mansion had a stock of it, probably because Sofia always made orders for different flavors. Today, I wanted to try on the lavender and
