Elara's POV
Marco was pissing me the hell off.
He was biting more than he can chew and I wasn't sure how long I'd put up with it.
Annoyed, I paced up and down the empty space of the room, confused, bitter.
He had seized my phone and went somewhere in the estate. If Evelyn ever calls, it would be him taking my calls. Hopefully, Matthew wouldn't.
“I hate you!”
I growled, trashing things. First, I pulled down the sheets and trashed it recklessly, next were the numerous things on his bedside table. By the time I was done with my mischief, the room was a total mess.
Good job.
Unable to tear down the rest of the room, I collapsed on the foot of the bed, gnashing my teeth, and groaning from frustration.
Unexpectedly, the door opened without a knock. I didn't even hear any footst
