CHAPTER 25
A sickening wave of humiliation, not heartbreak, washed over Amelia. Her blood ran cold, her cheeks burned with a deep, private shame. She felt like an utter fool, a pawn in a game she didn’t even know was being played.
Every quiet, seemingly sincere word Sterling had whispered to her now felt like a cruel, calculated lie. He had let her walk right into this humiliating trap.
Her eyes immediately darted to Sterling, searching for an explanation, some sign that this was all a misunderstanding. But her gaze was met not with an apology, but with a cold, terrifying fury. His green eyes were locked on Juliet, blazing with a lethal, silent rage that was far more menacing than any shout.
“Don’t you dare,” he seethed, his green eyes blazing.
A cold, triumphant smirk played on Jul
